Your move darling.

Your move darling.

(11-11-09)

Sitting. Mind is coming to consciousness slowly. I’m tied up. Gagged. Harnessed to an old metal chair. The frame is thick steel that holds firm to the ropes securing my place. My eyes conveniently gain focus and I look up at the warden of my rope prison. Handsome, deadly, maniacal and damn if those eyes don’t pierce me to the core. Blood red lips full of anger, long black hair combed back, and the face of an angel, a dirty angel. He was probably the deadliest man in the city. Surrounded by a pair of armed thugs, and staring back at me. “It’s your move darling…”

There she was just walking toward me, cigarette smoke inches before her face clouding the view, dark hair and dark eyes. With my free hand wrapped around a pistol, I aim straight for her head. Without escape she has no choice but to accommodate my whim.

What could he possibly want with me? Information. We had come to an arrangement over the years that enable me to provide the detailed intricacies of my employer. Today, he broke the rules. The madman paces before me with his revolver in one hand and his other behind his back. Silently he issues a hand command to his men, and they are dismissed. Continuing his current stride he removes his jacket. His white dress shirt is stained red and the collar is ripped. Black tie is undone, and from the looks of it, his belt is gone too. The beat of his step echoes in the empty warehouse. The large empty cavern is illuminated by the light of day that spills in through a million holes. My skin has been bare too long and the ropes are beginning to cut in. “Look, we can’t spend all day here love, so until you make your move….”

Almost a shame to have to use such brutality on a beautiful creature, but there’s no choice. Stubborn, unforgiving woman without conscious deserves so much better than this, but I need answers. Until she gives in there is nothing that can stop this. The gun seems less of threat and more of a tactical flaunt. It’s time to move onto other forms of punishment…

I swallow hard as he walks behind me and leans in with a whisper, “I’m not enjoying this but you are being completely unreasonable.” Grabs me by the hair and down swings his arm across the side of my face. The sting reminds me of the reality of the situation as I can not react. Hold back the tears. Slowly he makes his way around me and moves toward a metal table. He sets the gun down and reaches for a long black snake-like cable. Slowly he makes his way back toward me unwinding the cord. Stopping before me he gently lifts up my face to his and asks, “Are you ready to make that move?” I whimper and shake my head knowing that the punishment will only continue until I break.

The harsh screams that she releases, break against the gag with a hypnotic and inviting melody. The violence that breaks this silence is a symphony to my ears. Harder I crack the electrical wire on her bare white skin, the louder her screams rupture into the void. The rush of her pain is completely intoxicating and I can not help myself I want more. As the blood spills across her white skin my heart beats faster. Her black camisole is nearly in pieces and I’m only starting to warm up to this abuse…

Holding back the tears, I take the lashings, until I can only manage to release the excruciating moans of anguish. Despite all sting, I’m certain not to give in. Hold strong and look him in the eye, to make it clear that ‘You Aren’t Winning.’ As the lashings have taken what’s left of my clothing, there’s a gleam in his eyes. Through my pain I can visibly see his sadistic pleasure in this. An excitement that is all too horrifying. He always was a sick bastard, twisted right down to the core. Finally he’s gotten the upper hand and my incapacitation lets his filthy mind run wild with the cruelest inventions. Enough! As the cord breaks with a final smashing blow to my bare back, he waits and moves onto the next device. Shiny, metallic, piercing metal blade that sends instant chills of pleasure down my spine. He didn’t mention anything about knives…

Cutting into her white delicate flesh that’s been bruised and battered is simply elegant to my eyes. Beautiful and Barbaric. Her screams of pain are almost beginning to mimic the sounds of pleasure. We’re in a battle of the mind, that’s certain to erupt at any moment. The likelihood of her surrender is quite slim. No matter. Unimportant. My mind is set. How far can I push this without giving in? I’ve no intention of stopping. Time to improvise.

“Don’t stop,” are my thoughts as his blade releases its final sting across my beaten body and he walks away. My attempts to make eye contact are useless as he’s all about this business of breaking me. Fool doesn’t realize that he’s already broken me, and now all I can think about is how to make him continue. At his table I can see the madman pause; resting both arms on the table he sighs and shows great strain. My busted mouth wants freedom from this gag, to beg for more. All my efforts to speak clearly are subdued. “I want more. I want more!” Wait. Stop. He’s listening. Lifting his head and pushing the hair out of his face, he turns toward me. Both eyes lock onto mine…

“So you’re ready to make your move then?”

Repost. This is from last year... because some things are fabulously savage even if it takes a little time to realize that. And if you love some thing, someone then you don't need to beat it out of them or play around. careful with that stuff. Haven't y'all heard... hearts can break. Anyhow... This is one of the darker ones from last year. I can't tell you what I was thinking when it was written only that it was hard to produce at the time. It's most definitely an earlier one. It's a bit rough. Oh wow. In more ways than one. Tonight I've completed Day 2 of this larger endeavor and setting in to work on a fresh piece. Hoping to have it down on paper well before the witching hour. It's a darker piece as I've allowed some crazy to sneak in for a few hours. kisses for everyone. enjoy. m.