Bishop shook his head, which only made it hurt even more. He couldn't stand, so he just sat on the cold concrete floor. There were blisters on his hands, he had vague memories of trying to claw through walls last night.
And then Ivy stepped into the light, voluptuous and sensual, sucking a lollipop and wearing a smile that only her crimson lips could pull off.
"Did you like my little experiment, my little enzyme of love and pain?" she asked.
Bishop couldn't answer. His tongue had never recovered from their evening together. This was bad. He had work tomorrow.
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