A/N: Also for the Biokink meme, and the Cohen and Jolene roleplayers~
A startled cry, a passing breath, a hot groan, an uttered exclamation. These shards of sound waves, loud vibrations of air, reverberated through the halls of Fort Frolic, before everything returned to its previous dreary, uninterrupted solitude.
The silence broke again, interrupted by a guttural moan, a mans voice muffled as if being smothered.
"Shut your squawking beak, bird." Jasmine hissed through rouge lips, twisting the object in her hand. "You squeal more than a pig before a butcher's knife."
Sander Cohen would have whipped around and spat bitter and hateful retorts at the sluts face, but being bound to a bed, his bed no less, and gagged by the vile woman's brazier prevented his preferred choice of actions. Spindly hands bound behind his back, curled into fists, their only option for the black lace of a recently discarded black bodice held them tight.
Jolene twisted the object again, adding her sadistic growl to the composers own anguished song. "Such a surprise Sander, at last out of words." The hooker's words a delighted tease.
A muffled 'fuck you' was the only response along with the man's tear-filled eyes. Jolene's crooked smile broadened.
"Such a terrible shame, a bird with his wing's clipped and lacking a song." Her lacquered nails ghosted up her victim's spread, bound thighs, the muscles tightening instinctively at the unfamiliar and wholly unwelcomed touch.
Cruelly and with out warning, the dancers graceful digits left his body to return to her violent assault of the artists most private of places.
Tears of pain streamed from Cohen's eyes, staining the sheets beneath him. Jolene loved his discomfort and fear, tearing at his insides with the perfume bottle, an oblong glass container, her instrument of choice. "You ready to tell me what I want to hear Sander, baby?"
A choked defeated whimper, barely loud enough to catch, eventually slipped from the trembling man. "There's a good bird." Jasmine crawled over the artist, pressing her bare body to his back, spidering her hands up his neck to untie the bra from his mouth.
"Well" she prompted, teeth flashing predatorily.
"Andrei is yours…" Cohen sobbed, eyes red as her lipstick. "I won't touch him again… not ever…" The artists admittance was too much and he dissolved back into his tears."
"The first smart song you've sung darling, the first smart song."
