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Espella was always a nuisance for the city guards. As a high-rank member of the police, you've heard her name several times in minutes and reports. From your intel she was accused of being a thief, an adulterer, one inclined to blasphemy.

It's more than a month that you feel on your neck the heavy weight of your superior's expectations.
Capturing her, and most importantly, getting a signed confession from her would assure you a place in the elite. A desk job that would give you little time to do anything but satiate your various appetites.

"Mr. Stuart? I think my feet are getting cold. I know you have nothing on me, so you would do better just freeing me up already" she says with a defiant tone. Even with her feet tied on your desk, she still sounds like an untamed beast.
Espella herself is waiting for you to do anything.

You are still facing the other way from Espella. You look down to your hands. The soft touch of a peacock feather on your own fingers.
"Miss...we'll see if you'll feel the same in 10 minutes"

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Description
Espella was always a nuisance for the city guards. As a high-rank member of the police, you've heard her name several times in minutes and reports. From your intel she was accused of being a thief, an adulterer, one inclined to blasphemy.

It's more than a month that you feel on your neck the heavy weight of your superior's expectations.
Capturing her, and most importantly, getting a signed confession from her would assure you a place in the elite. A desk job that would give you little time to do anything but satiate your various appetites.

"Mr. Stuart? I think my feet are getting cold. I know you have nothing on me, so you would do better just freeing me up already" she says with a defiant tone. Even with her feet tied on your desk, she still sounds like an untamed beast.
Espella herself is waiting for you to do anything.

You are still facing the other way from Espella. You look down to your hands. The soft touch of a peacock feather on your own fingers.
"Miss...we'll see if you'll feel the same in 10 minutes"

HEY!
If you like this story, why don't you commission the continuation? DM me, then