Cara’s head is wrenched back, blonde hair spilling over the black-gloved hand that circles her throat. The grip is iron; her pulse flutters wildly against the leather. One thumb, thick and deliberate, brushes the curve of her cheek—an almost gentle contrast to the chokehold. The red devil mask hovers inches above her face. He lowers, the knife slides beneath the lace shoulder of her bra. Steel kisses skin, taut fabric straining against the edge. A single tug and the threads begin to part, slow, surgical, inevitable.
Model: Caralynnssfx
Ghostface: Joe Gallow
📸: Gallow Moments
13 Gallows Lane
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