Hands To Yourself

Dark skin covered in pale blue lace was close enough to touch, but she couldn’t because Mary said there were rules, and those rules included Marlene keeping her hands to herself. This was a worse punishment than death, she’s sure of it.

Mary didn’t seem to care about Marlene’s suffering, too preoccupied with sinking her fingers into herself, grinning at the desperate noises Marlene let out.