Dame Cassandra Blackwood

Dame Cassandra Blackwood
In the dark hours of the night, Lady Cassandra Blackwood prowled the halls of her lavish manor. Her raven hair swayed behind her like a waterfall of midnight silk as she glided across the polished wood floors, her stilettos clicking with each purposeful step. She wore a sheer black negligee that clung to her ample curves like a lover's caress, barely concealing the swell of her full breasts and the tantalizing V of her pelvic bone.
A cruel smile played upon her blood-red lips. Tonight she would have her amusement.
Cassandra descended the stone steps to the dungeon below. The heavy oak door groaned as it swung open, revealing a dimly lit room of stone and steel. Shackles hung from the walls. Iron maidens stood like sentinels in the shadows. And there, in the center of the room, knelt her prized possession on a plush velvet cushion - Marcus, the hired help she had recently acquired at the auction house in town...

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