Suga Ski arrived at Nick Riley’s house under the pretense of coaxing him into sleep. He had no idea she wanted to take cruel pleasure in headscissoring his neck. She told him she was only there to settle him down. He went along, though he balked when she brought out the ropes. Once he couldn’t move, she dropped the act. From behind, Ski locked her arms around his throat in one hard, sudden pull. His sight went soft and blurred as her narrow palm drifted, unhurried, across his mouth.
