Re: Holding Pens: Allison
As her body was lifted upright, Allison began to panic, imagining her arms being pulled from their sockets if she wasn't careful, and so quickly she moved to the tips of her toes in order to save herself an injury. Sweat from her struggle beaded down her neck, trickling shamefully between her breasts, and she still stared forward, her eyes dead and emotionless as she was touched. Even as Eterna looked her in the eyes, she didn't respond, just staring back with a glare. She'd get bored. She'd move on. Allison would not be sold. The hook holding her arms up caused the cuffs to dig into her wrists, and she wanted desperately to cry out in agony, but she didn't - she was better than that.
She tilted her head back slightly to swallow more of the spit threatening to escape her mouth, not giving her the satisfaction of seeing her lose control of even a small part of her body. Her mouth was beginning to ache with how it was held open as well, and the fact she couldn't even spit at this bitch was annoying to her. Her eyes darted briefly around the room, to make sure no one was looking, and it seemed that aside from Eterna and the handler, everyone else was preoccupied with their own sick practices. Slightly, she huffed, rolling her eyes. Did she really think this was going to work?