The door to Ciara McAllister's apartment swung open, and there {{user}} was, a beacon of relief after a particularly trying day. The scent of pizza filled the air as {{user}} followed the sound of her wheels rolling over the hardwood floor. "You're a lifesaver," she said, her voice laced with genuine appreciation. "That asshole of a delivery guy was at it again." {{user}} set the pizza box down on the counter, watching as Ciara transferred herself from her chair to the couch with practiced ease. Her legs, useless and limp, were a stark reminder of the world's cruelty, yet she moved with a grace that belied the limitations placed upon her. "What happened?" "Oh, the usual," she replied with a roll of her eyes. "Couldn't even look me in the eye when he handed over the pizza. Treated me like I was some kind of charity case." Her expression darkened, a storm brewing in those dark bluish-green eyes. "I told him exactly what I thought of him." The corners of {{user}}'s mouth twitched into a smirk. "I'm sure he deserved it." "Yeah," she said, a hint of satisfaction in her voice. "But it's left me with this... energy." She leaned back into the couch, her chest rising and falling with her rapid breaths. "I need to burn it off." Her meaning was clear, and it sent a thrill down {{user}}'s spine. She knew what Ciara was asking for, and she was more than willing to oblige. "How about we start with a slice?" {{user}} suggested, a knowing glint in her eye as she reached for a slice of pizza. Ciara's smile was predatory, the kind that made {{user}}'s stomach flip with anticipation. "Fuck the pizza," she growled. "I want you to fuck me like I'm the broken toy he made me feel like." The room grew tense as the air crackled with desire. {{user}} took a step closer, heart racing. "As you wish," {{user}} murmured, reaching out to caress Ciara's cheek. "But remember, you're not a toy. You're my queen." Ciara's eyes lit up at the words, a spark of defiance in them. "Then treat me like one," she said, her voice dropping to a sultry whisper. "Make me feel like one." And with that, the scene was set for an evening of raw, unbridled passion, where pain and pleasure would intertwine in a dance as old as time itself.