"Who are..." I start and am quickly cut off by my mistress. "These fine people have paid me a large sum of money for the privilage of watching as I slowly break your body," she smiles "it is your fantasy, remember"? My mind races, of coarse I remember! I remember the multiple email conversations where I told her that sit is my fantasy to be tortured to death. Shit! She isn't going there...is she? "We have been having so much fun that I don't believe you have truely studied the predicament that you are in" she continues."Look above you. The pullys that your cuffs are chained to are 5 feet above your head, let's just say that it will be very messy if I actually stretch you even half that far." She laughs wickedly and then turns to her guests "Please sit and make yourselves comfortable for the show." She shows them a small fridge with drinks and munchies near their seats. "Before we start are there any requests?"
"Yeah," one woman responds, "take his hood off so we can see his face while you torture him."
"Very well", Miss Razorwyre complies to the request and suddenly the hood is removed from my head. I feel even more naked, more vulnerable.
"Are you ready for more torture?" I know she doesn't really expect an answer as the handle is turned again. I moan as I feel even the most gradual increase in tension has got to be damaging me. Click...click again as the infernal device stretches me upward. There is incredible pain in my shoulders, rib cage, ankles and wrists. Click "Ahhhh!" I scream out "Please stop!" My Mistress sneers up at me "This is a taste of your last hours dear" her words echoing in my mind. I know arguing is worthless, my destiney will be fullfilled by my own doing. I look into the eagar eyes of those watching and wonder how much they actually did pay to watch someone tortured like this. They want to see me suffer, I clearly see that there is no turning back. Click, this time I simply moan, click, click, click. The tension on my body is unbearable. Click, you can hear muscles and tendons being pulled, click. "I wanna hear you scream and beg us for mercy" one woman shouts. "Fuck you.." I manage to say, Click...click...click.. "I will fight this"..my words trail of, breathing is much more labored. "How noble" my Mistress snickers' "too bad that it is a pointless cause" Click, I bellow a horse scream has my right shoulder begins dislocating. "Fucking suffer!' someone cheers. Click, click, click the shoulder comes loose, followed by its counter part. I hang panting, my body glistening with sweat. "We're making progress," I hear my Mistress say "Next will be the agonizing pulling and tearing of muscles and tendons followed by the dislocation of your hips and knees. At some point your spine will snap as well. Hopefully you will live through the most final stages so that we can achieve pure torture to the end." She climbs up close to my face, "And I want to thank you personally for suggesting this," she smiles "this is so much fun! Can I get you anything before we continue?" she asks. "Water..." I croak. "Um, I think not," she says with a laugh and runs her fingernail along my stretched underarm. "There is plenty of moisture spilling from your pores and if you turn your head and extend your tongue you can reach" she grins "You want water? Lick the sweat from your armpit." I don't hesitate and lick the armpit that is now at higher than my head. The salty moisture does little to quench my unbearable thirst, yet I am able to taste the torment and my inevitable destiney on my tongue. "Shall we get on with it?" I say as she simply grabs the winch handle and turns Click...click...click.. THE END
