Vengeance 30
Vengeance 30 A week off and an apartment all to ourselves. Ellie walked in Friday evening after classes let out. She made it one step in the door before I had my fingers firmly wrapped around her pony tail and was dragging her in. Her bag dropped and skidded a few inches as her arms instinctively begin to flail to protect herself. I slammed the door shut, but not before she landed a few good punches. Ellie though not fat, was by no means small. Ellie enjoyed surprises so long as I didn’t rough her up too much. I let go of her hair and worked to restrain her arms. I succeeded in maneuvering myself behind her and taking a firm grasp of her wrists. I pulled her right wrist backwards and slid my left …