Mag-log inShe tried to scream but I slapped my hand over her mouth, making her screams to come out as a muffled sound."Got you little pussy," I said excitedly. eeew girl, you reek of alcohol. How much do you had to drink?, I teased and she struggled weakly against me.Don't worry Darlin', you gonna enjoy my cum as much as you enjoy the taste of the alcohol, I teased again while groping her butt. She struggle against me and tried to replying me but her voice sounds muffled."Trying to say something?, Oh! Okay, I'm gonna remove my hand now but if you scream, I promise I'll kill you,"I threatened before withdrawing my hand slowly. "Good girl! Now tell me, what were you trying to say?""I said in your dreams. Continue dreaming on!" She yelled."What! Did you just yell at me?" I asked sounding surprised."Yes asshole. GET YOUR FUCKING HANDS OFF ME OR I'
Josh's pov:The game has never been more fun.I electrocuted her and watch with joy as waves from the electric current violently shook her body and a low whimper escaped her blood caked cracked lips.I remove the wires from it's source before reinserting it again and watch again as her body rises a few meters away from the floor before falling lifelessly back, like a paper.I disconnect the wires and dropped it on the table before advancing towards where her body lays.I bent down beside her and shook her body but she did not respond, not did she show any sign of responsiveness.I pulled off my latex gloves and place my hand on her neck, trying to feel her carotid artery for pulse but i got nothing, I couldn't feel her pulse.Also, I checked her wrist and brought my head to her chest but i couldn't hear her heart beat too.'Could she be dead?' I
His words continue to echo in my mind;"Now, let me show you how much of a monster I can really be!""No, no, no, this can't be good" I muttered absentmindedly to myself.With his hand still on my neck, he use his free hand to remove the tongue ripper he had carefully hidden in his black jean back pocket, displaying the shinny metal in front of my face and i was sure my heart skipped a beat.I fight harder and harder, to get away from his strong hold, but it was fruitless like always.Fighting his grip on my neck is useless and my mouth was left helplessly open in my futile attempt to breathe, giving him full access to continue his exploitation.I watch as his eyes gets locked on his target while his iris contract, showing his seriousness.He intentionally made his movement slow as he brought the metal forward, he wants me to see and feel every moment of his torture. He had al
"No..no. please josh, don't do this!" I plead with him, but he ignore my pleas. My pleas only made him to focus more on his target which is my tongue.If I continue at like this without doing anything, I might actually die before i could execute my plan. I need to do something fast, I can't just watch him cut my tongue off, "Think of something Elena!" I urged myself, but no thought seems to cross my jumbled mind.He brought the tip of the metal close to my opened lip but i tilted my head to the side and the metal scraped my lower lip instead."Don't make me strap you to a chair Elena!. Leave your fuckin' head still before I decide to cut it off your neck" He threatened while tightening his hold on my hair and jerking my head forcefully backward.I feel the metallic taste of iron on my tongue as the blood from my broken lip seep in, then an idea struck my mind.I don't kn
"Let the game begin!"His voice continues to echo in my head and I can't seems to get his words off.Immediately those words escaped his lips, my whole system becomes jumbled.My muscle begin to contract and relax continuously on its own accord, causing me to shake uncontrollably with fear in my little cage.This is not the first time am being tortured or abused by him infact, he has done far more worse damage than I could count to my body, but I have this strange feeling, a feeling of uneasiness and uncertainty growing gradually in me. I fear that one of these days i might actually die.The satisfactory look on his face when he saw my reaction is sickening and unsettling and my fear seems to fuel him up.He finally succeeded in getting what he wanted, seeing me immersed in fear.I shifted my gaze away from him, focusing on the rough unpainted wall behind him.
Elena's pov:I can hear the loud creaking sound of the iron door that lead to the dimly lit room in which am being held captive.The creaking sound that i've gotten so used to, always signify the arrival or departure of my crazy and heartless torturer. Wish there are more hateful words to describe demons like him.My heartbeats picked up it's pace. Syncing with the clicking sound his shoes make after each contact it made with the roughly paved floor.The louder the sound, the closer he is.Striding in gracefully, he stopped midway into the room with a shiny black briefcase clutched tightly in his left hand. I immediately shut my eyes half closed, pretending to be asleep.He threw a quick glance my way before venturing further into the room.He stopped by the wooden table place at the center of the room, dropped the black suitcase in his hand, and the clatteri