NiteGlow hogtied atop a barrel of gunpowder
Trussed up helplessly, NiteGlow could only try to struggle her way free, as a single wayward spark from her powers would send the entire building up in an explosion.
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Trussed up helplessly, NiteGlow could only try to struggle her way free, as a single wayward spark from her powers would send the entire building up in an explosion.
“Come in,” answered Dr. Linsley, looking up from the text she was translating.
The door opened, and in walked an attractive, well-dressed man carrying a large wrapped package under one arm.
“Dr. Susana Linsley?” he asked.
Dr. Linsley stood to meet her guest. “Yes. How can I help you?” she replied, holding out her hand.
The man shook her hand and answered, “My name is Allen Reeder, and I’ve recently come into possession of an ancient Sumerian text which I’ve brought with me.” He lifted the package, indicating he brought it with him. “I’m told you’re the most experienced translator of ancient tomes in the area, and I was wondering if you could help me with some of the translations.”
Dr. Linsley smiled. “Well, thank you for the compliment. My Sumerian isn’t as strong as some of the other languages, but I’d be happy to give it a shot.”
NiteGlow writhed in agony as the sadist applied the electric shocks to all of her sensitive parts.