She took another sip from her flask, she couldn't really believe she was doing this. Sure she had the roundabout permission from the master but still something felt wrong about this.
"Remember" he had said "if you take this second life into your own hands like this, I will wash my hands from you."
Gia Palmer remembered what had happened. She had felt Mark Hoffman's strong arms grab around her neck and crack a bone. Instinctively her body had went limp, allowing him to finish whatever he needed and leave her behind alive, but just barely.
Gia slowly pulled open the bathroom door, prepared with her knife and her emergency kit. She turned on her flashlight and saw former detective Mark Hoffman lying there helpless. A feeling that really didn't suit the detective, for while he had tried to kill her Gia still had some fantasies about this insane and handsome man. She turned on the lights, watching Mark shield his eyes from her and the lights, allowing her to walk over to him.
"What the...what's happening?" He asked
"Your chance at redemption." she said, keeping her face shielded by her cloak. Gia knelt down a few paces away from him and drank from her flask, offering the remainder to him which he obliged.
"What do you want with me?" He asked in between sips.
- I want you to show me you should be released. She moved and sat down right next to him "After all, you failed to kill me so I feel that this is perfect comeuppance." Mark lunged at her knocking her cloak away from her face and gasping.
"Palmer? But how did you….?
"You cracked my neck, you didn't break it darling. Doctor Gordon found me, and that bastard convinced me to help him lock you in here. I've known since Baxter's death that you were involved, and I don't want you locked in here forever."
"So what do you want?" Mark asked, coughing in between words.
"I want to play a game. And if you want to be free from here then you need to do as I do". And without hesitation Palmer grabbed him by the hair and kissed him deeply. She quickly grabbed the top of his dirt-covered shirt with her hands, ripping the garment apart as if it was tissue paper. She attempted to take off his pants just as quickly but Mark distracted her by sucking and biting along her neck down her chest, all the while moving his hands down her back to roughly grab her ass underneath her panties. The feeling of him finally grabbing her ass spurred a wildfire in her; Palmer roughly pulled his belt off and unbuttoned his pants and boxers, sliding them down to show off his ready-for-action erection. She grabbed his hair again just to kiss him again before quickly sinking herself down onto him, making both their moans echo inside the bathroom. She had him pinned down on the floor and was riding him as if her life depended on it. Palmer allowed him to grab her bare breasts as she rode him, hoping he didn't notice her moving her free hand to stimulate her clit while she continued her riding. Unfortunately or fortunately depending on how you looked at it, he noticed; Mark grabbed Palmer's hands with his own and turned them around. Now she was nude, lying on Mark's shirt while he was now in the position of advantage. He let go of her hands and grabbed her legs to wrap them around his own waist, thrusting into her like he had never done before. He pinned her wrists to the dirty floor while he bit at her neck and chest harshly.
"You thought you had the upper hand didn't you Palmer?" he whispered harshly into her ear as he roughly grabbed at her side.
"Ahh! Yes! I did!" she gasped out.
"Well now you don't." His voice took on an animalistic growl, he continued to thrust inside of her, not realizing that Palmer had her own plan.
When Mark started to feel like he was ready to cum, Palmer seized the moment for her own; in the blink of an eye she had reversed their positions so now she was riding him again. "Now I do, again," she whispered in his ear as she resumed her rhythm on top of him. Palmer had re-pinned him down right as she was nearing her orgasm. Mark heard her tell-tale gasping and was able to sit up to face her.
"Let me help you out dear." He whispered huskily, slipping a hand down to caress her clit as Palmer was near ready to come. Mark felt Palmer's body tense around his dick and fingers as she came, carefully nibbling along his ear, while she was quieter than the other girls, her intense orgasm triggered his own. Once he was spent, he fell back onto the bathroom floor, Palmer on top of him breathing heavily.
When Palmer had caught her breath, she got up off of Mark and started walking towards the door. She turned around to look at him and she said to him: "The key to your foot chain is within reach, I'll leave the door unlocked. Have fun." Adjusting her shirt and skirt, she opened the door just wide enough to get through and then shut it, leaving the lights on.
A/N: there is a chance for a second chapter, mainly a next shot from Hoffman's POV, lemme know if you wanna see it. Also to justify Palmer being alive: there have been reports where people have had part of their neck snap and still live, that's my logic.
