Sadistic Sweet

You’ve finally regained consciousness and struggle to breathe as your eyes adjust to the darkness. You feel as though someone has just beaten the living hell out of you, but your memory is a raw blank. Abandoning all efforts to recall the events of this night, you make better use of what little energy you have by assessing your surroundings in the scattered light. There are a few lit candles flickering in tall wrought iron holders, standing elegantly about the room. There doesn’t seem to be a pattern, but nevertheless they have been placed with great care.1

As your eyes travel along the stone walls of your prison, they land on a single wooden door. You go to stand up and make your escape only to discover that your wrists and ankles are bound tightly together. Examining your rope shackles, you also make note of your clothing. Ah yes, it was a Halloween party…your half buttoned white shirt and black leather pants strike a few hazy memories into your mind, but nothing that can help you now. 2

Resting your head on the stone floor, you curse its hard texture, but welcome the cool against your throbbing head and let an uneasy sleep take you once again.3

From what feels like seconds, but judging from the height of the candles has been hours, you awake to the sound of the door creaking open.4

This is where I come in.5

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Sadistic Sweet7

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A shadow creeps across the room and behind your shrunken body. With all your strength you stand up on shaking knees. Your apprehension of what is to follow plus an overactive adrenal gland causes your voice to crack out of your throat.9

“Who are you?”10

Your answer comes in the form of a gloved hand across your cheek. You crumble back to the floor.11

(You will speak when spoken to.)12

My voice stings your ears with jagged ice. As I come around, you stare at my black boots half covered over by my black jeans. Suddenly, you feel a knife aimed at your sternum.13

(Look at me.)14

When you fail to respond, I slit your skin up to your collar bone, then with the broad side of my knife pushing on your freshly bruised face I force your gaze towards mine. As your eyes meet my own you let out a silent gasp of shock. Yes, it’s me. I know, it’s always the quiet ones isn’t it. 15

(Sit up.)16

You take too long. I knee you harshly in the shoulder which forces you upright. I walk behind you and crouch down so that my lips are nearly touching your one ear and my blade is circling the other.17

(Now, do what I want and you will be rewarded.)18

As I touch the tip of my tongue gently to the ridge of your ear, I allow my knife to quickly cut through the flesh of the other. You bite your lower lip hard, drawing blood but refuse to shed a tear. I smile.19

(Good.)20

I drag my knife down the length of your arm, ripping the delicate white fabric ever so slightly and in a single slash sever the rope, liberating your wrists. You rub them and examine the horrific bruises they have left.21

(Would you like me to do the same for your feet?)22

You nod gratefully.23

(Ask for it)24

I draw out a small vial of foul smelling brown liquid and as you shake your head desperately I pour small droplets onto your many cuts and wounds. You clench your teeth in agony and I begin to pour it into the cut on your ear.25

“PLEASE!”26

(Please what?)27

“please…my ankles…please stop…please…” 28

Another smile flashes across my face, but I doubt you saw it.29

(Do you want me to free your ankles or cork the vial?) 30

You bow your head and force the words out.31

“The vial…no more…”32

I smile matter of factly and put it back inside my jacket. As I bring my hand out of my pocket I form a fist and backhand you, knocking you out again.33

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When you awake, you discover that your ankles are no longer bound in rope. In fact, you are completely mobile and clean. Someone has bathed you since you’ve been out. However, life is not so easy. Feeling your body, you soon realize that you are chained to the wall by a leash that is in turn attached to your neck. You have about twenty feet of length so you begin to plot a means of attack and escape. Silly child. As you struggle to undo the collar, my hands cover your own from behind. They are cold and unfeeling. Even so, I gently caress your hands, moving on to your forearms, rubbing them gently, then up to your shoulders, massaging them with such tenderness that you temporarily forget who owns you. 35

(Are you ready to please me?) 36

My hot breath raises the hairs on your neck and makes them tingle with delight. I walk around to catch your eyes and smile with a sinister sweetness, but you stand tall and remain silent. I sigh and shake my head. You didn’t see the bull whip in my hand did you?37

I strike it hard against your chest and down your stomach, knocking the remaining buttons off your shirt. The cloth hangs helplessly from your body, but keeps you decent as it is still tucked into your pants. I back up and strike you repeatedly with the end of the whip lacerating your neck and arms.38

My eyes do the talking and your bowing head answers. I wrap the whip up and place it delicately in my belt, ready to lash it out again at my will. I walk behind you and you feel a jerk as I unclip you from the wall.39

(Better?) 40

I whisper in your ear, then bite it playfully. Coming around to face you I laugh gently and wipe the blood from your shoulder and hold it up to your mouth.41

(Drink) 42

You obediently take my finger in your mouth and suck the blood, your tongue wrapping and unwrapping from my finger. I smile almost gently. How sweet you are to try and please me. I pull my finger out of your mouth slowly and tenderly drag it down your chin and onto your chest. I stop at your collar bone and begin to push you backward. It chokes you slightly but you step back until you are right against the wall. I smile and step very close to you so our breath mingles and you begin to sweat with anticipation. I allow my lips to dance playfully across yours. You reach out for better contact but I pull away before you have the chance. My finger still at your collar bone begins its slow journey further south. Upon reaching your chest it is joined by my other fingers as they gently pull apart your shirt, exposing you fully. My cold fingers stroke your burning torso. You utter an erotic gasp, but I catch it in my mouth which has now contacted yours fully and passionately. I let my tongue flit around your mouth, but prevent you from doing the same to me. As I bite your lower lip, opening up the cut you imposed on yourself earlier, my hands run gracefully up and down your ribs sending shivers down your spine. 43

I pull back slightly and smile sadistically.44

(Want more?)45

My fingers rest casually on your belt. You nod, sweat dripping down your body stinging the many wounds I have inflicted upon you. You don’t care. You’ve lost the will to care.46

(You have to ask.) 47

“…yes..” Your voice is like gravel. I flash my sadistic smile and without taking my eyes off you, I begin to undo your belt. It comes off easily and I wrap it around my hand still staring into your eyes. You strain to keep my gaze, but with your last strength you manage.48

I kiss you long, but with unknown gentleness, distracting you as I undo your top button and slide the zipper down…very slowly. My smile widens when I realize that you’ve made my job easier by not wearing anything underneath. My iced fingers dance along the top of your softness causing you to moan in anticipation. Your knees give out as you sink slowly to the floor, but my free hand forces you back up holding you up underneath your arm. 49

My free hand gently strokes your ribs down to your hip while my other hand slowly creeps down and begins to stroke your soft flesh slowly and tenderly. Even it is sweating and feels as though it were on fire. You cry out in ecstasy unable to hold yourself back. I look deeply into your eyes and with a harsh crack of my whip everything goes black.50

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