Torture is my Business

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Malcolm was a professional torturer. His sadistic desires were the basis of a hard-headed, moneymaking business. For a price, he would arrange for a woman to be kidnapped, taken to a hidden location, then tortured and the torture captured on video. That video would be used to force a husband or father to do whatever Malcolm’s clients wanted. If, however, the husband or father were reluctant, then further videos would follow, showing increasingly severe and sadistic torture. Malcolm’s horrific business ran very well, until the arrival of Heather, a dark-haired beauty a class far above his usual prisoners. He is strangely attracted to her perfect body and black as midnight, haunting eyes. But business is business, and soon she is before the cameras, enduring pain beyond her worst nightmares. And yet… Malcolm cannot get this woman out of this mind.

EX1t

Taking her arm, he led her into the house, along a corridor and down stairs into the basement prison where the cells and torture chambers were.  He had to keep his walking pace slow to accommodate her shackled steps.  He did note that she took measured steps, just short enough not to snub her ankles on the cuffs, yet long enough so her walking approached a normal gait.  If you judged solely by her expression, she was simply taking a walk with a man, not a prisoner being led into incarceration and an uncertain fate.

When they paused before the cells, her stoic appearance faltered just a little bit when she saw Marie behind her bars.  The naked young woman was shackled to the wall by one ankle, and there were obvious signs of severe abuse to her body.  The breasts especially had been terribly mistreated, that was easy to see.  And the way she spread her legs as she sat against the wall revealed that the sensitive area between her legs had been maltreated and was still painful to her.  Dried tear tracks covered her young face as she sat there with her hands resting on her thighs, palms turned up.  Heather could not see what had been done to her pussy but it appeared to be red and swollen, and didn’t look right.

Malcolm opened a cell door for her.  She hesitated before stepping in.  It was the first break in her self-confidence that he had seen.  Good.  She was human after all.  Most women would have screamed and tried to flee at the sight of Marie’s abused body.

Inside, he bid her sit down on the floor.  She did, a bit awkwardly because of the shackles.  He took one hand in his and began picking at the duct tape that had turned her fist into a gray ball.  There was a lot of tape and it resisted peeling off.  As he did, she asked her first question.

“Will I be tortured also?”  If there was fear in her voice, he could not detect it.  It was almost as if she were simply asking the time.

“Maybe,” was his vague reply.

“I assume that I am not being held for ransom.”  It was a flat statement, not a question.

“Why do you say that?”

“You have an elaborate set-up here.  There are four cells like this one.  I was taken a long distance after being kidnapped.  It would not surprise me if I were no longer in the U.S.  And, there is that other girl.  Unless you are into wholesale kidnapping, ransom is not your goal.”

He nodded in response to her logic.  And was telling himself not to ever underestimate this woman.  She was very smart.

“You are correct, you are not being held for ransom,” he said.

For a long time she was silent.  He continued to remove the tape until her hands were both free, though still bound by the handcuffs.  Without making any move to remove the handcuffs and legirons, he stood to leave.

“My husband is wealthy,” she said before he locked the door.  “But he is also in a very important position within political circles.  Am I to be tortured to influence him in some way?”

Amazing!  She is even smarter than he figured.

“What makes you think that I’m not simply a wealthy man who liked to have women kidnapped and then tortured for the fun of it?”

“You do not show the right emotions,” was her response.  “You are more like a business man going about his job.  You probably enjoy your work but there is something more than just that.”

For a long moment, he did not answer, their eyes locked on each other.  Finally, he evaded her by asking, “Are you hungry?”

“Yes,” was all she said.

“I’ll come back with food in a little bit.”

Then he turned and left without another word.

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