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The cold wind blows against my face as I stand at the entrance of the prison. My black leather jacket is zipped up to the neck, but it does little to keep me warm from the biting chill of the night air. My crimson red riding boots make a soft crunching sound with each step I take as I walk down the desolate corridor, the only light coming from flickering fluorescent lights above us.
I am Lily, a 20-year-old woman who has been imprisoned for my crimes against society. Or rather, against those who dare to cross me. My black hair is styled in a pixie cut with bangs that frame my face, and my blue eyes seem to gleam with an intensity that commands attention. I have always been drawn to the darker side of life, and it has led me to this place.
As I walk, I notice the way the wind blows through my black hair, causing strands to fly out in every direction. My leather gloves are a tight fit on my hands, but they provide no comfort as I walk through the cold darkness of the prison. The silver rings that adorn my nipples seem to shine in the dim light, and I can feel the weight of my leather panties against my skin. I am a dominatrix, and this is where I belong.
