Chapter 1

Noah, a 25 old young man, was sitting on his sofa while watching the tv when someone knocked at his door. He was a bit annoyed since it was late but he dragged himself to the door.

When he opened up to a young woman, with taut abs adorning her midriff, a symmetrical tapestry of sculpted muscles, her skin, held an alluring warmth that contrasted against the punk aesthetic she embraced, her short shirt, daringly short and barely covering her ample bosom, accentuated her cleavage, the fabric clung to her toned form, hinting at the contours of her body beneath, a visual feast for those lucky enough to gaze upon her. Tight leather trousers adorned her lower half, their embrace accentuating every curve, from her slender waist to the curve of her hips and the alluring swell of her ass. The fabric stretched with a delicious tension, leaving nothing to the imagination as it traced the contours of her body with a possessive hold, her black thong peeking out of them. Fingerless gloves adorned her hands, the leather cool against her skin. They were adorned with spikes similarly to her combat boots. The spikes were strategically placed, tracing lines along the sides of the boots and encircling the ankles, creating a visual symphony of danger and temptation. She also had two of them each kneecaps. Her left hand was holding a metal baseball bat.