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I’m going to die. Tamara is going to die, and she’ll be something else. Something weak and horrible and pathetic. A crawling, mewling beast like Elizabeth.
He’s looking at me, waiting for an answer, so I mumble, “Whatever you decide, Master.”
He spins me around. “Stand there and wait.”
He’s back in a minute, and he strikes my right butt cheek without warning. I scream and jump as the flesh of my butt cheek catches fire. The next smack burns a square of agony right above the first blow. Then he strikes the flesh of my other butt cheek twice. I dance and howl, frantically rubbing my seared flesh for a minute, until he grabs me by the hair and drags me over to a metal square in the middle of the room.
“This is for trying to escape,” he intones, and the gleam of anticipation in his eyes makes me weak with fear.
As I’m standing on the metal square, he forces me to hold my hands over my head and hooks them up to cuffs that are dangling from a beam on the ceiling. He leaves, then returns a minute later with nipple clamps, each of which has a little round weight dangling from it.
I whimper when he clamps them on my nipples, and I don’t even try to stem my tears as he walks away. I’m bracing myself for the slash of a whip…when the floor catches on fire. I shriek and jerk my legs up, dangling from the chain, and the nipple clamps jolt agonizingly.
The floor underneath me is electrified.
I swing back and forth, bending my legs, but soon my arms begin to burn and tire, and I can’t hold myself up anymore.
My feet hit the metal plate, and agony convulses me. I dance and scream. The nipple clamps with the weights pinch cruelly and as my body thrashes. I go through it again and again, until finally when my feet hit the floor, it doesn’t burn me. I hang from my chains, sobbing in relief. And then a minute later, the floor catches on fire again.
I howl and pull my feet up again. I don’t see Joshua anywhere. He must be standing behind me, watching, but I can’t twist around to look.
“I’m sorry, Master! I can’t take any more!” My voice is weak, and I’m desperate to make it louder so he can hear me. “I’ll never do it again! Please, Master, please!” I’m furious with myself for trying to escape.Why was I so stupid—why, why, why?
The minutes stretch on, and the metal zaps my feet again and again, and my arms feel as if they’ll pull from their sockets. My nipples are on fire. I’m terrified that this will never stop.
“Please, Master!” I scream. “I’m sorry, Master! Please, please, please!”
More time drags on. Seconds or minutes or hours; I can’t tell, because there is nothing in the world but pain and panic. I’m sobbing hysterically, my feet slamming onto the plate more and more frequently. Pure agony burns my arms.
I’m dizzy, on the verge of passing out, when he calls out, “All done.”
And I know that he waited until I was at the point of fainting.
My feet hit the metal, and it’s warm but not burning me. I hang there, gasping and sobbing.
“Please take the nipple clamps off, Master,” I beg as he walks over to me.
“Did I say you could speak?” he asks.
Oh God. My nipples will fall off. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts… “No, Master.” I choke on the words.
“That’s right, I didn’t.” He slaps my tortured breasts, and the little weights on them bounce, making me shriek. He smacks them again and again, and I howl and jerk on my chains.
He grabs my chin and makes me stare at him. My eyes are swollen from crying, and I’m gulping for air. My body’s shaking as if I’m suffering a seizure. “Who’s your master?” he demands.
“You are, Sir!” I wail.
“Who owns you?”
“You do, Sir!” I’m sobbing.
“Say, thank you for punishing me, Master.”
“Thank you for punishing me, Master!”
“Say, I’m sorry I spoke without permission, Master.”
Oh God, just take them off, take them off!
