CHAPTER 11

“Alisa, please, let me go,” Steve said, his voice drenched with fear. “This is insane.”

Alisa grinned, savoring the look of terror on his face.

“Listen, I know it was rude of me to block you–”

“Rude? Rude? That was more than rude, you son of a bitch, it was cruel!”

She delivered another blow to his groin, and he let out a pained cry.

“Please, stop!”

The sight of his pained expression made her chuckle, a feeling of arousal stirring within her.

“Yes, okay, you’re right. It was cruel. I shouldn’t have done it.” Steve swallowed hard. “But can’t we just talk about it like normal people? If there’s anything I can do to help you feel better, I will. Just untie me, and we can talk about it.”

Alisa scowled at him. “Yeah, right, so that you can run away and go straight to the cops, huh? Do you think I’m stupid?”

“I won’t, I promise. I’ll stay right here and we can talk about it in a civilized manner.”

Alisa took a couple of slow steps towards him, and the look on her face made him break out in a cold sweat.

“You just don’t get it, do you?” Alisa said, her eyes shimmering with sadism. “I’m not going to let you go. We’re going to keep you here forever.”

Steve trembled, his body wracked with fear. “Why?”

Alisa loomed over him and dragged the tips of her fingers across his naked, sweat-dampened torso, leering at him. “To make you wish every single day of your life that you hadn’t broken up with me, especially in such a cowardly way.”

“Please don’t do this, Alisa, I beg you.”

“Oh, sweetie, I love hearing you beg.”

Tears were streaming down Steve’s face. “Please don’t kill me.”

Alisa giggled. “Kill you? Now, why would I do that? Like I said, I want you to suffer for the rest of your pathetic life, and I can’t make you suffer if you’re dead, now can I?”

Steve glared at her, terrified, and stammered, “What are you going to do to me?”

Alisa smiled. She could smell the anxiety rolling through his body; it was a wonderful scent. His face was wet with tears, a sight that brought her profound happiness.

“Well, for starters, remember when I asked you to lick my shoes, and you refused to? You made me feel so awful. But now I’m going to give you a chance to make up for it.

” She slipped off her trainers and, with a mischievous grin, she said, “You’re going to lick the bottoms of my shoes.

And be grateful that I haven’t stepped on any dog shit.

” She pondered, then added, giggling: “I don’t think I have, anyway. ”

She rested her right trainer on his face. “Lick it. And do it like you mean it.”

Eyes closed, Steve dragged his tongue along the sole of her trainer, grimacing in disgust as he felt all the filth stuck in the flex grooves. Alisa giggled, loving the power she had over him. Then she had him lick the bottom of the other trainer.

“You are mine now, Steve. And you will always be.”

“You don’t need to do this,” Steve said in a broken voice. “I’m so sorry I hurt your feelings. I really am. But this is wrong, Alisa.”

Alisa scowled at him with no compassion whatsoever. “No, Steve. What was wrong was what you did to me.”

Steve glared at her, his mind trying to process this craziness. “Alisa, people break up all the time!”

“Not with me!” she yelled at him as she delivered a powerful slap against his face.

Steve was sobbing, and Alisa couldn’t help but smile.

“I’m going to torture you for the rest of your life, Steve. This is what your life is going to be like from now on.”

A violent tremor shook Steve’s body as her words made their way into his head.

“We’ve got so much stuff here to experiment with.” Her gaze swept around the variety of tools on the workbench, a tingling sensation swirling in her stomach. “And I’m so excited to get started.”

She walked to the workbench and hovered her index finger above the various tools.

“No, Alisa, please.”

She paid no mind to his pleas, her lips stretched in a grin as she picked up the drill and walked to the bondage table. “I’ve always wanted to do this.”

Steve’s eyes bulged from their sockets as he saw what she was holding. “No! Oh God! Please, Alisa! Don’t hurt me!”

“Oh, shut up. I can’t believe I once liked you. You’re such a pussy!”

She pressed the drill trigger, and the loud, high-pitched buzzing sound reverberated through the enclosed space.

The leather cuffs dug into Steve’s wrists as he writhed on the table, his horror growing with each futile attempt to break free. “Please don’t do it, Alisa! I beg you!”

Amused by his wriggling, Alisa let out a laugh and then pressed the drill bit into his right thigh.

His initial shock was so profound that he could hardly process what had happened. But a few seconds later, the pain sheared through him, pain unlike any he’d ever felt before, and a deafening scream shot out of him.

Alisa was exhilarated as she pushed the drill bit out, watching the blood burst out of the hole, his body convulsing as his earsplitting screams sliced through the air.

Then, she drilled into his right side, right above the waist, and Steve flailed as he screeched and the pain consumed his body and mind.

Blood soaked the table padding and also splashed onto the floor.

What would happen if she drilled into his ear?

The idea was appealing, but that might cause severe, irreparable damage, and she didn’t want to risk killing him.

His screams subsided into pained moans, and the sight of his suffering sent a shiver of arousal through her. She thought about all the pain she was going to inflict on him, and her arousal grew. There were so many options, so many torture devices she could use.

“Well, how was that, Steve?”

Steve’s face was damp with tears and sweat, his eyes shut tight. “Please, Alisa, no more.” His voice, thin and trembling, vibrated with immeasurable sorrow.

A laugh escaped Alisa as she looked at him, her arms crossing in front of her. “No more? Sweetie, I hate to break it to you, but we’ve just gotten started.”