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As she started to come out of her pain induced black-out she instantly remembered to keep her eyes closed. Her breast was sore very sore especially her nipples. They felt to her as if they had been bitten off but didn’t want to think about that. She was in deep trouble and knew it. Remaining as quiet as possible she tried to listen for breathing in the room.
Hearing none after a few minutes she decided to try and crack open one eyelid. Slowly her left eyelid moved enough for light to hit her eye. Pretending to still be unconscious she allowed her eye to adjust to the bright light above her. She came to realized she had been moved; no longer laying flat on some kind of mat or mattress, she was in some kind of chair in a sitting position she thought.
Her eye focused and she knew she was blindfolded or something like it. Taking a chance she quickly opened both eyes hoping the sudden movement might be un-noticed. She could see but her eyes had to look through her blindfold. A thin gauge of cloth only covered her eyes now. But it wasn’t thick enough to totally block out her sight.
The room was mostly in the shadows except she could see directly in front of her and what she saw caused to stiffen just a little. There was another woman in the room with her. She thought of chancing a whisper but that was stopped when she realized the woman she thought of calling out to was her reflection in a mirror. Without controlling it the gauge around her face soaked up the few tears of her realization that she was alone in this ordeal, although she never would have wanted anyone to go through this, the momentary thought of not being alone had given her a false hope.
“I know you’re awake. No use lying about it.”
The voice had come out of the shadows. Her ears failed to tell her from which the direction the voice had come from. She slightly turned her head and noticed it wasn’t tied down as it had been earlier. Knowing her captures were watching her she turned her head anyway. The muscles in her neck were sore and it caused her pain but she turned first to the right and then her left as far as she could. She had done that for two reasons, one to stretch her muscles and the other hoping to take in the room. The muscles got the workout but the room was to dark to reveal anything or anyone.
“Glad to see you’re awake. I was hoping to talk to you before I had to go.”
She thought of asking the voice a question except the lamp burning her face still reminded her to remain silent.
“I imagine you have a few questions. You can ask three if you ask properly. To ask properly you must call me Master. Do you understand?”
A creaky, “yes,” escaped out of her sore throat. But the screamed that followed caught her by surprise. The bottom of her right foot was stinging in extreme pain as the whacks struck it. Four swift blows were level with what she could only imagine was some kind of wooden stick smacking her soles hard. The pain didn’t just stay in her foot but traveled all the way to her neck as her body stiffens, affecting each muscle as it traveled.
“Well young lady, I guess you didn’t understand.”
And then, in between each word in his long sentence, the foot whipping continued.
“You… smack… are… smack… to… smack… call…smack…me…smack…Mas…smack…ter… smack… is…smack…this…smack…un…smack…der…smack…stood?”… smack… smack… smack…
With her foot throbbing and turning numb from the beating she muttered between her teeth, “Yes Master.”
Stopping the pounding on her foot he said, “Now I knew you will be a quick learner!”
His laugh was deep and bellowing full of the evil he loved to unleash on her. She couldn’t stop but suddenly her bladder released itself, causing a splashing sound against rock. The urge to pass her bowels reared its ugly head and she cried as her bodies waste emptied in the middle of the puddle her bladder had made. Her sobbing was uncontrollable now as the voice was yelling at her to,
“STOP SHITTING ON MY FLOOR!”
Her crying screams just intensified from his blows on her naked body until unconscious from the pain being brought upon her, took her into her safe place; a place where body and mind separate, just for reasons like this.
A place deep inside her mind; one of tranquility and wondrously pain free.
A place where she was playing with her daughter, laughing at her little Leslie trying to open her Christmas gifts.
A place that was one day before she went missing. While her body bled, shaking with each blow upon it; she was smiling deep…deep…inside her mind.
“Just what the hell happened?”
“Don’t you fucking yell at me you fucking pussy. It’s your fault! You fucking forgot to place the bedpan in the chair. Now there’s shit and piss and blood all over my floor! You dumb fucking pussy! Get your ass down there and clean up that filth!”
“Is she dead?”
“No. But when she wakes up? Well, she will beg to die. And set up the fucking mirror so she can see what I did to her.”
“Okay Jake. But you really shouldn’t yell at me. I…I just forgot.”
“Go. Go before I make you eat that shit of hers. God; how I hate a fucking idiot.”
He left, although in his mind he was telling Jake exactly what and where to go.
“One day,” he thought, “one day.”
Then Jake’s voice came from behind him, “I heard that you dumb shit!”
Without looking back he flipped Jake the bird and stared at the blood dripping off her bloody body mixing in with her feces and urine on the cement floor. The smell was already filling the room.
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