"Now," said Sarah. "You'll answer any question I ask honestly and fully. Now, what is your perverted, 'dark' fetish?" Zoe hesitated a moment before starting to answer, tears of humiliation in her eyes.
Zoe seemed to squirm under Sarah's gaze. "My deepest fetish is that I'm attracted to you. I've tried to deny it, I enjoyed dating that Goth boy Ryan but there's something about you. Half the time I want to slam you into a wall and leave hickeys all over you that you could never hide. The other half of the time I want to you demean me, and have me beg for a moment of your attention."
Sarah stood their stunned, unable to form words
