Cara claws me through my lace bodysuit as I rake her breasts. She finds my nipples and gouges them cruelly. The pain is so intense that I can’t keep her pinned to the wall and with a sudden twist she wrenches me sideways and into the dark stairwell that opened behind the wall.
Pitch black. The stairs are steep. Cara snarls and shoves, her nails sunk deep into my breasts. I can’t keep my balance. I can’t stop her.
But I can take her with me.
As I fall, I twist my hands in her stringy hag-hair. Seeing her gloating eyes flash to panic as she realizes, before the dark swallows us.
We tumble down the stairs, screaming. I land hard on my shoulder and roll, legs over head, tangled with her. We crash to a stop on a tiny landing where the stairs turned at a right angle. My knee was in her belly when she hit and the sound she made was delicious.
We struggled up to our feet, there on the landing. A fighting platform the size of a small closet, stairs disappearing on down one side.
I sink my fist into her bruised stomach. She sounds so goooood in pain.