It's sweat glistening on heated flesh. It's blood trickling from the corners of a mouth housing clenched teeth. It's fists, wrapped in tape and chain, contacting with an already swollen brow.
It's a foot in the gut. It's a palm to the face. It's legs wrapped about a neck, slowly destroying the airway.
It's her fingers swallowing his head, squeezing till consciousness no longer his state of existence.
It's his worn and beaten body collapsing at her bare feet.
It's her lips curling into a devilish smile as he realizes no mater how feverishly he taps her in submission she has no intention of releasing him.
It's his joints screaming as she torques his limbs in such a way as nature never intended.
It's beautiful
It's brutal

It's the Kitchen
And it's where the girls love to play with boys.