<div class="floatleft">(http://187avenue.com/brittanya/BRITTANYA_web_00742.png)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Tattooist</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Casey "Mayhem" Townsend</span></span><br/><em>Beaten, not Broken</em><br/>Character Bio (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=118714.msg5179012#msg5179012);<br/>[noembed]Scene Soundtrack (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X14Tqpkg0NY)[/noembed]<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Vincent had made her shit list. The greedy fucker shuddered a few times and spewed his seed into her body before pulling out, his cock glistening with blood and pussy juice. Oh how she hated him. Casey couldn't move for a few moments after he had left her cell, only lay the and breathe heavily. She was sore, and the baton's abuse was fresh in her mind.<br/><br/>Slowly she began to stir, reaching down between her legs and wincing as droplets of blood stained her fingers. She clenched her teeth and willed herself to stand up. She clothed herself in her jumpsuit and stumbled to the bars of her cell. She could hear voices talking to each other, her cell next to Abe's. Casey's dark eyes gazed out from behind her messy black hair as she joined in on the conversation.<br/><br/>"Fuck these pigs..." she said, tapping her nails across the bars. "Any of you been here a long time?" she then asked, finding her pack of cigarettes in her pocket and lighting it with a match. Smoke wafted from her nostrils and out past the bars. "I'm Casey, by the way. You can call me Mayhem."