Inspecting the Fresh Face Sasha Casey

In the dimly lit interrogation room, Sasha Casey is sat on a hard wooden chair, her hands bound tightly behind her back. The detective sits across from her, his face stern as he studies her young innocent features."So, Miss Casey, you've been brought in for questioning about your involvement in the recent thefts." He leans forward, his eyes boring into hers."I suggest you start talking before things get uncomfortable." His breath is hot against her ear as he whispers,"Do you know what happens to pretty little things like you when they don't cooperate?" Feeling his rough hand brush against her thigh, Sasha tries to pull away but is forced to sit still by the tight ropes binding her."Maybe a little... rougher?" he says, his voice dripping with lust."I've got all night." Without warning, his strong hands grip my hips, pulling me closer to his rock-hard body. My heart races in anticipation as he lowers his head towards mine, their lips just about to touch in a passionate kiss.