-Keys.- He showed the younger brother the handcuffs, still locked around her wrists.

-Fud you!- She kicked the table, forcing it to slid forward until the edge hit on the man's forehead.- Damn! Dight pocket!- He coughed blood again. She retrieved the key and opened the handcuffs. Then to his utter surprise she started to remove her sweater.

-You wanted to know about my promise. Have you read about chaos theory? About the limits between the improbable and the impossible?- He raised an eyebrow and shook his head.- No? Well, anyways... I'll tell you my story.- She made a short pause to remove the sweater.- We lived in a shitty neighborhood, my parents and I. Lots of petty crimes, drugs..., you get the picture. We had our store robbed at gunpoint twice in a month.

-Whad...?

-One day something clicked in my mind. I saw the same guy that had robbed us, attacking another business in the same street. I ran there, and beat him so hard that he didn't dare show up again.- She started to undo the buttons of her shirt.- My father was very angry. He said that the techniques he had taught me were only for self-defense, and violence begets more violence and all that... I didn't listen. For months I kept roaming around the area, looking for other assholes to beat. As a caution I bought a mask. It was tight, black latex, where I had painted the head of a white dragon. I used to put a studded, leather dog collar, with a padlock, so nobody could remove the mask. For that I cut my hair in a pixie style that my mother hated.

-You cand be sedious...- His eyes went wide. He decided to stay there, sitting on the floor, not to anger her more.

-It worked. My neighborhood got better. Much less scum in the streets. I was going to stop when I heard about a club. The criminal underground of the city used to gather at certain places, about twice a month, to do sort of a fighting tournament. Those who didn't fight, went there to bet, or just watch. Sometimes the fights were to the death. It was great! It gave me the opporunity to maim those disgusting people and make money at the same time!

-Oh, fud...- He was starting to get the idea.

-I started to like it... Those big muscular men and women, with all their skill and anabolics. They underestimated me. Everyboody does.- She took off her shirt.- Something changed in me. The anger, the adrenaline... That bloodlust... I even had a tattoo done, so everybody would know who were they dealing with. A terrible idea, because now I cannot show my upper body to anybody.- She turned around.

The tattoo was a huge white serpentine dragon, with silvery glitter. The menacingly open jaw was on the outer side of her left forearm, close to the wrist. From there the body meandered along the arm, up to the shoulder. Then it went to the other shoulder and down across the chest between the breasts. Slightly above the navel it went down and to the left. There it went to the right across the waistline and meandered along the back, up to the right armpit. At last the tail made a loop around the upper arm and ended close to the right wrist.

-You dust shown me!

-I met a guy there. So handsome, so charming, so intense... My brave poet knight.- She smiled and blushed.- He was a journalist, infiltrated there to expose the whole thing. He had lots of enemies, even more than I, because we made a lot of people lose lots of money. I had to protect him a couple of times, and he always complained. “I don't like violence, I don't want you to get hurt”, he used to say those things. Such a good man... Too good... I fell madly in love, obviously.

-You loved dim?- He was surprised. Many people had told her that she seemed to be made of ice, because she was so quiet and stoic. Her husband was indeed very good melting that ice.

-I got pregnant and for about a year I couldn't fight.- She started to dress again.- That gave me time to think. I had money. I could keep being that angry monster I had become, or be a mother and housewife. I chose the latter. I kept fighting but picking easy ones and very rarely, just to make some more money and not to lose practice. A few years later I stopped altogether. I didn't want to be that person anymore. I wanted to love and be loved.

-A hapdzy ending.

-But then, about five years ago a group of youngsters armed with knives and a gun tried to rob us in a park. They threatened us, making jokes about raping me and my daughter. And so, again, something snapped in my mind. The dragon came back. Unfortunately for them I had been teaching my daughter all I knew about fighting, until she became almost as good as I, and so I had had lots of practice. Maybe not as good as before but still with sharp fangs. I ended up with a few minor cuts. My husband with two bullets on the chest. Four young corpses on the floor.

-Oh, no...

-My daughter blamed me. We couldn't be sure if the youngsters were about to do something or just bragging. Same as today, I wasn't sure if you were serious until you brought me here. So anyways, my daughter made me promise that I would use violence only as the last, last resort.

-Dight...

-So about the chaos theory... A woman goes to the bathroom and you end up kidnapping the white dragon. What are the chances?

He didn't have time to answer, as she crushed his throat with her foot. Then she spent a good while gathering her ID card, phone, purse and anything else. Then she used an old bottle of bleach, that she found in a cabinet, to clean everything she had touched. With that done, she walked until she found a decent road and called her daughter.

Liang Fen and Samuel apologized effusively for the mess Liu Fen had gotten into, when they appeared with her daughter to pick her up. Liu Fen explained that Shan's bluff had worked and the abductors had let her go. Shan knew that she was lying. Thanks to Fen's information about the garage, the couple could find their stolen car, with the dead body of their chauffeur in its trunk.

Later that night, in Fen's house, she told her daughter the whole story. Shan had decided to spend the night with her and pospone the visit to her new appartment. Fen apologized for having used violence, but she was forgiven. She also apologized for having enjoyed violence again, but that was not forgivable. Shan also felt sorry, because her mother could have solved the problem much sooner if she weren't bound by that promise.

At the end of the day, in her bathroom, she could remove the Ben Wa balls, and clean them up in the sink. In the past she would let Lance decide over her sexual life. She was always eager to please and he also delivered very well. She was used to him leading, applying the ropes and setting the rules. After his death her new mistress developed for her a complex game of chance to decide over such things.

The game was only for odd numbered days, and rest in pairs. At the morning she used a ten face die to decide if she would spend the day with a toy inside her or not. With a one, the Ben Wa balls. With a two, and one inch butt plug. With a three a soft slippery plastic dildo, that in no way would make her cum. Nothing otherwise. Then a four face die would decide how many times she would be forced to edge along the day, meaning that she would have to masturbate until she was about to orgasm and stop just at the brink. Depending  on the number she would have to do it at different hours. That day, because of all the excitement, she hadn't edged and so the game was cancelled.

If she had followed the rules she would use a four faced dice to decide how many orgasms she would be allowed to have, just before going to sleep, dividing the number in half rounded down. Therefor between two orgasms and zero. Then with a ten face die she would determine if she had to sleep with the toy in, or remove it. The same die would determine how would she deliver the orgasms. She was of course allowed to skip the next part.

With the toy in, one to four on the die meant that she had to hump and grind her pussy against something hard. Any object was valid, except that couldn't be same of the last time, and she had to stick with it once chosen. With a five to seven in the die, she could rub her clit with her fingers. With an eight to ten, she could use a magic wand.

With the toy out, a one to three on the die meant that she could only use her fingers. With four to six, she could use a dildo. With a seven to nine, she could use the vibrating function of the dildo. With a ten on the die, she could use the dildo and also rub her clit with her fingers.

At last, after masturbating, a six face die would decide if she were to sleep in a heavy bondage, five or six, or a light one, three or four, or with a normal pijama, one or two. The difference between light and heavy was about the amount of restraints used, the posture more or less comfortable, and the presence of a gag.

-If you want to masturbate, go ahead. We won't be using ropes today.- In her bedroom, across the bathroom's door, on the bed, was laying her mistress.

-I'm not in the mood right now.- Fen went there and laid nex to her.

-I think that you should find somebody to fuck.- Her mistress had been insisting on that lately. Impossible, after Lance, her knight poet, nobody would be good enough.- Not a romantic partner, just..., you know, a fuckfriend.- She guided her hand to Fen's thigh and softly massaged her skin very close to her vagina.- Such a beautiful pussy laid to waste.- Fen laughed.

-I don't know...

-Masturbate now, it's an order.- Fen reluctantly reached down and started to toy with her clit. The mistress kissed her on the lips and then they wove tongues together.- I think that this experienced tongue would work wonder in my pussy.- Fen raised an eyebrow.- Too pervy for you?

-As you wish, mistress.- That was the only permitted answer when her mistress proposed crazy ideas.

-We'll see then.- Shan shut down the lights.- Good night, mom.