Hard Evidence
“Hard Evidence” By Rikki Ryder The cold steel of the handcuffs bites into my wrists, but I can’t help smirking. I’m still in my stripper heels, glitter clinging to my thighs, eyeliner smudged just right. I wiggle a little in the chair, giving the two-way mirror something to look at. Then she walks in. Six-foot-something … Read more