It'd be easer to have a room inside every young offender block, the room would permeate institutional terror. The smell of bleech clings in the air. A nondescript door is opened and the girl is thrown in shackled but still defiantly screaming.
Eventually she lifts her head and takes in the scene, 12 ft away on a grubby orange plastic chair sits a bearded man, he watches her with an insane intensity. He sits naked apart from a pair of leather shoes. A sick perverted smirk spreads on dace's face. Those that scream on the outside scream so much more on the inside. Dace needs them to scream. The room is 12ft by 12 ft, a starkly lit sarcophagus whose pitted mortar is little more than the final violent fingerprints of so so many naughty children.
It was beautiful solution, those that preyed on the innocent were satisfied by those that weren't so innocent.
He takes off his shoes and places the chair upside down to protect them, this one'll be bloody. The girl doesn't know what to do, the queerness of the situation hits her with the intensity of her first period. A look of terror spreads across her face, she wriggles in her shackles but that just makes them tighter emphasising her svelte nubile form.
He stands and inhales deeply filling his lungs and letting out a feral groan that echoes endlessly. The girl wets herself his keen eye sight picks on it immediately his dark mind delludes him even further. Shes wet. She wants it. Not even shit puts him off.
He takes a step forward.
She screams from the pit of her stomach. A howl of utter dispear.
Dace gets an erection.
we'll all you hang her beat the shit out of her lot may as well put it in an 'artistic' form
<3 dace really its all for fun
/edit obviously im with dante/t&f/symm et al