((Oops.<span style="font-style: italic">Knew </span>I'd forgotten something lately.  Sorry about that, been a long couple of months))<br/><br/>Santi, much as she would be loath to admit it to herself, had a little too much fun over the next few minutes.<br/><br/>When the armored officer stepped into the room, she had a rather deep throatful, and when he yanked her up bodily she found the incoherent sound of protest that escaped her at the intrusion to have a sudden and rather shocking sincerity.<br/><br/>As the officer pushed her against the wall and tied her wrists together, Santi was both smiling widely and blinking in confusion as she took stock of her own emotions.  Thirty seconds before she'd been enraged at Tim; she still was, really.  But after beating his face in, and climbing on top of him to punish him... somehow having taken him in her mouth, after he'd so meekly accepted to lean back and let her do so... somehow, the fact that he'd totally surrendered to the act, to her domination, was something she had enjoyed a little too much.<br/><br/>She'd always liked pain... and always been so submissive.  But now, suddenly, she saw a bit of the appeal to being the Top instead.  She saw, to her chagrin, a bit of the appeal Shari had seen in him.<br/><br/>She was trying so hard not to laugh as the officer patted her nude body down.  What did he expect to find?!  But then again, she didn't mind.  She'd already managed to get herself a bit too excited beating Tim; now she was in cuffs and nude, and she felt the familiar stirrings of a submissive mindset conflicting with the previous emotions.  In that moment she realized she was a bit insane, after all, and yet somehow she didn't mind.  Sanity was boring.<br/><br/>there were a few moments of worry when the officer called for assistance, and she turned her head to look at Sam, wondering if he had a plan.  What she saw, however, was a calm, unworried expression on his face, as though he already knew how this would turn out.  It relieved her a little... and when she heard Tim start screaming, something he hadn't done at all while she'd been beating him, suddenly she realized the boy had something planned.  Strangely enough, a feeling rose within her that she should trust him, even as he had trusted her not to kill him.<br/><br/>She was a little surprised when, as she watched over her shoulder, she saw Tim expose a very nearly undamaged face.  Damn, all that work for nothing, she found herself thinking, and to her surprise found herself considering trying harder next time.<span style="font-style: italic">Next time?!</span>Was she<span style="font-style: italic">nuts?!</span>She'd only done that out of pure rage...!<br/><br/>Tim spouted some nonsense about Sam being a security officer, and Santi being Tim's wife, and Sam being her boyfriend.  The words slid out smoothly, the lies undetectable.  Surely, she thought with just a trace of her former anger, he'd learned to lie so flawlessly to trick and betray all those people he'd eaten alive.<br/><br/>But she'd been living on the streets, too.  She knew to play along with a good lie if she had to.  Thus, when the officer turned away from the half-nude Tim, he would behold Santi still against the wall but leaning sideways, her hair and Sam's mingling somewhat as she gave him a deep, passionate kiss.  Again, she wasn't faking.<br/><br/>Sam seemed to have the sense to keep the look of astonishment off his face, at least, but it probably wasn't a bad thing that her hair concealed their faces a little...<br/><br/>The next thing she knew, her cuffs had been cut away, as had Sam's, and the officer was rubbing his eyes as though to unsee what he had just seen.<br/><br/>Santi hoped he would leave soon.  She wasn't sure how much longer she would be able to keep a straight face.