dead. I must endure.
Around blow twelve , he shouts through my panicked sobs, “Talk to me. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll end the pain. Just give up, stop trying to be tough.” There is an edge of desperation in his voice that is perplexing, considering the punishment he is meting out on my burning ass.
Dancing on my toes , I grip the chain tighter and swallow a whimper. “Go to hell!”
Tough? I’ll show him the meaning !
There is n o reply, with the exception of a bombardment of more hard strikes. My ass and upper thighs are in a torrent of fiery pain that I could never comprehended to be possible before this moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if I already have welts. I struggle for inner strength.
Sc rew him. I’m not begging this monster for anything!
Just as I’m finding it difficult to breathe through my choking sobs, it all stops. The belt hits the padded floor with a thwack . Then he’s gone, moving rapidly up the stairs to the door. His footfalls are heavy, and as soon as he’s gone, I cry out in relief and would have crumpled to the floor if I wasn’t chained upright. I’m shaking and wet with a mixture of both tears and sweat from my face down to my stomach. My ass must be in awful shape because it’s pulsing wildly in pain.
I hear movement upstairs.
The door at the top of the steps re-opens and I hear him coming back down.
No! Already? I’m not certain how much more I can take. I hope he wasn’t just warming up!
I slowly lift my forehead off the bag in sweaty exhaustion. He stands on the other side, facing me with only the leather cylinder between us. His face is blank, cold.
“Talk to me. Tell me who you are and I’ll let you down. I don ’t like harming you.”
H e’s holding a white bag. Additional instruments to make me open up and talk? I’m doomed.
Meeting his eyes , I try to speak clearly, honestly. “I can’t.” It comes out as a soft, odd croak.
His gray eyes narrow before he responds, “Okay, princeza . I’m going to leave you to think on it.”
He places the bag on the floor and pulls out a proper air cast, of all things. My eyes fill with tears of relief. He’s not going to harm me any more … for now. As he touches my injured wrist, I jerk back slightly. I can’t help it.
“Calm yourself.”
“Easy for you to say.” I pin him with a wary stare.
He shakes his head in disbelief as he gently unwraps the Tiger Paw brace , leaving my other arm tied to the chain. My exposed wrist is throbbing, the Advil has long since worn off, and I would give my last dime for an entire bottle right now. Not only for my wrist, but also for my throbbing ass.
He slips on the air cast and secures it before he gently releases my arms.
“Look at me , princeza .”
I shoot him an enraged look before huffing out, “Stop calling me that. It’s not my name and I hardly think that terms of endearment are appropriate in this wacked out scenario.”
He surprises me by barking out a short laugh. “I like you, princeza . You’ve got heart. Tell me your name, then, if you want it used. Your real one, not the one you gave Juric.”
How about I give you my favorite p hrase instead, big man? Hmm … let’s see. “Screw you!” I scream in his face, exhausting my last ounce of energy. He stays calm but he has a tell: his neck muscles and wide shoulders visibly tense up.
Oh God, i s that a knife wound slashing across the top of his shoulder?
Taking a wide step back , he says in a low, angry voice, “You take your time and think on it. We’ll keep this game up until you’re ready to talk. I’m a man of infinite patience, as you will soon learn.”
I turn away in disgust, nuzzling a flaming, wet cheek against the side of the leather, away from his prying stare. Without another word, he disappears up the stairs and closes the door quietly behind him.
I cry out in open relief that he’s decided to leave me alone. I’ve heard plenty of stories about interrogations that
Around blow twelve , he shouts through my panicked sobs, “Talk to me. Tell me what I want to know and I’ll end the pain. Just give up, stop trying to be tough.” There is an edge of desperation in his voice that is perplexing, considering the punishment he is meting out on my burning ass.
Dancing on my toes , I grip the chain tighter and swallow a whimper. “Go to hell!”
Tough? I’ll show him the meaning !
There is n o reply, with the exception of a bombardment of more hard strikes. My ass and upper thighs are in a torrent of fiery pain that I could never comprehended to be possible before this moment. I wouldn’t be surprised if I already have welts. I struggle for inner strength.
Sc rew him. I’m not begging this monster for anything!
Just as I’m finding it difficult to breathe through my choking sobs, it all stops. The belt hits the padded floor with a thwack . Then he’s gone, moving rapidly up the stairs to the door. His footfalls are heavy, and as soon as he’s gone, I cry out in relief and would have crumpled to the floor if I wasn’t chained upright. I’m shaking and wet with a mixture of both tears and sweat from my face down to my stomach. My ass must be in awful shape because it’s pulsing wildly in pain.
I hear movement upstairs.
The door at the top of the steps re-opens and I hear him coming back down.
No! Already? I’m not certain how much more I can take. I hope he wasn’t just warming up!
I slowly lift my forehead off the bag in sweaty exhaustion. He stands on the other side, facing me with only the leather cylinder between us. His face is blank, cold.
“Talk to me. Tell me who you are and I’ll let you down. I don ’t like harming you.”
H e’s holding a white bag. Additional instruments to make me open up and talk? I’m doomed.
Meeting his eyes , I try to speak clearly, honestly. “I can’t.” It comes out as a soft, odd croak.
His gray eyes narrow before he responds, “Okay, princeza . I’m going to leave you to think on it.”
He places the bag on the floor and pulls out a proper air cast, of all things. My eyes fill with tears of relief. He’s not going to harm me any more … for now. As he touches my injured wrist, I jerk back slightly. I can’t help it.
“Calm yourself.”
“Easy for you to say.” I pin him with a wary stare.
He shakes his head in disbelief as he gently unwraps the Tiger Paw brace , leaving my other arm tied to the chain. My exposed wrist is throbbing, the Advil has long since worn off, and I would give my last dime for an entire bottle right now. Not only for my wrist, but also for my throbbing ass.
He slips on the air cast and secures it before he gently releases my arms.
“Look at me , princeza .”
I shoot him an enraged look before huffing out, “Stop calling me that. It’s not my name and I hardly think that terms of endearment are appropriate in this wacked out scenario.”
He surprises me by barking out a short laugh. “I like you, princeza . You’ve got heart. Tell me your name, then, if you want it used. Your real one, not the one you gave Juric.”
How about I give you my favorite p hrase instead, big man? Hmm … let’s see. “Screw you!” I scream in his face, exhausting my last ounce of energy. He stays calm but he has a tell: his neck muscles and wide shoulders visibly tense up.
Oh God, i s that a knife wound slashing across the top of his shoulder?
Taking a wide step back , he says in a low, angry voice, “You take your time and think on it. We’ll keep this game up until you’re ready to talk. I’m a man of infinite patience, as you will soon learn.”
I turn away in disgust, nuzzling a flaming, wet cheek against the side of the leather, away from his prying stare. Without another word, he disappears up the stairs and closes the door quietly behind him.
I cry out in open relief that he’s decided to leave me alone. I’ve heard plenty of stories about interrogations that
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