When Hitch taught me what he knew, we’d mainly only ever used mannequins, though for those bigger masochists who liked the most extreme pain, we’d had a few bottoms. Hitch believed one should know both sides of the practice, whether or not one intended ever to use them.
I wasn’t satisfied to wait for the pressure in his head to build. I wanted him to hurt, so I used the smaller ropes to wrap around his body more, compressing his flesh. And whilehis head needed to remain inverted, I added a rope around his neck and attached it to his body. Anytime he moved, it tightened, choking him. It was a version of predicament bondage.
“How long does it take for someone to die from this?” Mikhail asked when I took a break and rejoined the guys.
“Inversion typically takes eight to twenty-four hours to kill someone, although there have been known outliers. I don’t want to have him go too quickly, but I don’t want to be away from Anastasia for twenty-four hours, either. We’ll have to see,” I told them.
“So you don’t want him to last until tomorrow. I know a way to increase his blood pressure, which might get us closer to eight hours or maybe less,” Vasily stated.
“What?” Hoss asked.
“Pseudoephedrine, the stuff that’s in a lot of decongestants,” Vasily answered.
“How do you know that’ll do it?” Isaac asked.
“Because mybabushka, granny, has high blood pressure. The doctors told her not to take those for that reason. We have to watch a lot of meds, or they spike hers.”
“Does anyone have any on them?” Mikhail asked.
Vasily left the building. When he returned, he held up a small pill. It took some maneuvering to get Sam into a position where we could force the pill into his mouth and enough water down him to swallow it, but we got the task done.
As time inched by, between bouts of Hoss, Mikhail, me, and Matvey’s guys talking, Sam stopped speaking and settled for a constant moaning. His head was almost purple. No bleeding yet, but he was miserable. Whenever I felt Sam was becoming too desensitized, I’d shake him, causing the rope around his neck to tighten and bolts of agony to shoot throughout his body.
Or I’d tell him about the future Anastasia, and I had planned. That was a form of mental torture. A lot of what Isaid was to make sure the others could hear me. However, the intimate things I made sure were only between Sam and me.
“You wouldn’t have been able to handle her or satisfy her sexually. She’s incredible. She’s never denied me anything I wanted. And when I feel the need to practice rope bondage, she’s so damn eager. Anastasia said that while she thought you were nice and sweet at first, she knew it would never be anything more than friendship between you. You don’t have enough fire to get her off. She needs a real man. And believe me, she screams down the house when I make her come.”
Sam hated hearing that. As broken and in pain as he was, he found the strength to scream, “Stasia is mine! You’ll never be to her what I can be!”
Hoss and Mikhail must’ve guessed what I’d been whispering in Sam’s ear, because Mikhail chose to twist the knife further. He came over to stand next to me with a huge leer on his face.
“Have you told him the best part?” Mikhail asked me.
“Which part? There are so many,” I replied.
“About the sex club you two are members of. The kinky things she lets you do to her and the stuff that happens there. He can never compete with that. You’ve opened up the inner vixen in Stasia. She’s a wild one.” He chuckled at the end, and Hoss smirked and laughed in agreement.
It was unbelievable to watch. Sam thrashed and screamed, spewing out hatred and all the vile things he wanted to be done to me for taking Anastasia away. The thing was, the more he moved, the more he choked himself and increased his blood pressure. I didn’t have to add more rope, bump his body, or anything else. He rushed his end.
I could’ve found a way to hold him still so he lasted, but we were at seven hours, and the truth was, I wanted to be back with Anastasia. I’d taken time to text with Kathlyn first, then,when Anastasia woke up, with her to see how she was doing. Neither asked me anything about Sam. The only remark came from my woman, who said she missed me and hoped to see me soon. I wondered if Iker had coached them on what not to write.
At seven and a half hours, the bleeding started. Sam was yelling and crying out in pain. Noting the blood, I knew we were getting close. When he slipped into bouts of confusion, I said my last piece to him.
“Sameer, wherever you end up, I hope you get to go on for eternity, seeing how happy I make her. She will be cherished, loved, and adored, and so will our children. You would’ve suppressed and diminished her. I’ll let her fly free.”
That’s when I stepped away to chat with the guys. Slowly, his screams, moans, and mumbles faded until there was only silence. Rurik was the one who went over to check his pulse. He did it in a couple of places before nodding.
“He’s gone.”
“Good, let's get him down and then figure out how to take care of this,” I said.
Truthfully, I hadn’t thought that far ahead, but I figured there was enough experience in the building to figure that out. I was right.
“Leave him bound. It’ll make it easier to carry him. There is no need to worry about disposal. ThePakhanleft us orders to handle things. We guarantee there will be no blowback on any of you,” Konstatin said.
He’d remained mostly silent all this time. I’d seen him on his cell phone, so I expected he’d kept Matvey updated.
“I don’t want to leave my problem on you guys,” I told him.
