Riders #43-23
She looks down from her horse, her leather gloves gleaming in the cold winter light. With a smirk, she tosses a length of rope at her kneeling, shivering husband.
"Tie that around your neck," she commands, her voice firm. "That way, when you crawl behind my horse, you'll be reminded that you're my property—now and always."
Poor Scarlett Storm gets it from myself, Violet Gein, and Mia Hope. Yikes.
If you are worthy of my service show me your cage!!
Hm I want to jokingly slap a boy across the face and then laugh at him when he gets hard from being slapped and then slap him harder
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