Her stride was long and wide like it had powder in each movement,
Gliding across high street with shoulders moving in circular motion to help keep her pace,
She swung the coffee shop door open strong grabbing some wind behind it,
The customer bell rang,
She ordered in tongue,
Your freshest grounded coffee beans please,
The coffee host pulled a special box from under the counter and gave her what she wanted,
Hot,
Fresh,
Coffee with little innocence and heavy in bold taste,
As I quietly observe her from a distance I can tell she was not like all others,
Heels shaking parallel to one another,
I could smell her sweat glands needing a break,
Her legs were all bruised up in welts and scars,
Some healed some fresh,
She could barely stand long enough to order her coffee,
In a split second her phone rang,
Her eyes grew big and she seems a bit nervous,
Hands shaking coffee all over the counter in fear,
What was she so afraid of on the other side of that phone,
Her phone rang again,
This time she gave her phone to the coffee host and asks her to answer it,
The coffee host answers the phone on speaker so they both could hear,
Not a sound, the other person hangs up the phone,
Both the women look each other in the eye,
The woman yells SHE is coming,
The coffee host looks at the woman and asks her to leave the coffee shop at once,
The ground shakes very subtle,
Everyone looks around as if it was an earth quake,
I look outside and no one seems to look confused or shocked,
As if nothing happened,
The woman falls to the ground laughing dark and hysterically,
SHE is coming!
Myself and the coffee host helps the woman off the ground to her feet,
As I grab ahold of her arms I notice more welts,
Placed on her neck, arms and torso,
As the woman approaches her feet she begins to remove her clothing,
Everyone backs away from her slowly with our hands in the air,
The woman throws herself on the counter with the scorching coffee sizzling her nipples,
Assuming a submission position,
She yells again SHE is coming!
Before I could look away I could see she had the words gore whore cut into her upper thighs,
Along with other horrifying things done to her body,
In my next deep breath out blows smoke from the air turning crisp,
A woman appeared out of thin air,
She wore long red leather boots,
Her hair braided to her mid back,
She swung a huge bull tail whip beside her,
She yells, Vic!
Assuming that was the woman’s name,
Vic screeches in apology,
I’m sorry mistress I just wanted a cup of coffee,
The mistress cracks the whip and hits the coffee cup out of Vics hand to the ground,
First you must beg,
The Mistress slams her body weight into the back of her and grabs Vic by the hair,
As she pulls her head back she spits inside of her mouth and yells Beg!
Me and the coffee host begins to head for the back door,
What was going to happen next we didn’t want any part of,
Vic seemed to be grounded in scarification,
And Mistress was going to make her time worth while…
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