Page 31 of Breaking Sanity
In this place, there is no tolerance for stubbornness. She should know that by now. As she is my claim. She knows how I am about this shit.
Annie was an interesting contract. Usually the payors are men. The contracts are usually daughters, step- daughters, nieces, ex-girlfriend, ex-wife or mistress that they sentence to hell. We do get the occasional payor’s girl’s best friend. Jealousy is a dangerous emotion. Annie, though, it was her mom who contacted me personally.
She thought her husband wasn’t giving her the attention because he wouldn’t stop boasting about Annie’s accomplishments. Annie was in her freshman year of college and was paving her way. Straight A Student, in theater, a science major, with a minor in mathematics. I was shocked when her mom begged me to make it a 3 year contract and paid me in full. I thought mothers and daughters were supposed to have the strongest bond, but what do I know?
She stays silent minus the soft cries.
When Annie first came here, she had a little fight. She tried to escape Gunner a couple of times before we got her to intake. The little kitten bit his cheek and then head butted him when he got her out of thetrunk. It was pretty entertaining honestly, except if he’s pushed too much he snaps. Since he didn’t hurt her in any way and just threw her at my feet, it’s safe to say that he was only getting a little aggravated. The red wasn’t encompassing his vision. The time before that though, it got so bad he killed one of the girls he was bringing to us. I wasn’t too thrilled but it got her younger sister to cooperate.
“Annie!”
“I never saw their faces.” She cries harder.
“Shh.” I lean down, gently pushing her auburn hair away from her face. “It will all stop if you tell me.”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“Little Kitten,” I tisk, walking to the knives hanging on the wall. “Do you expect me to believe you don’t know who helped you try to kill me?”
“I don’t know, sir.”
“I don’t believe you, little kitten,” I sigh. “You have one last chance to tell me or I will put you in your worst nightmare.”
I know all about her worst nightmares. That is mainly thanks to Baron. He might be completely deranged but he can convince anyone that they are safe with him. Most of the women that have come throughhere, have gravitated towards him as if he will save them. He is a Master manipulator, and doesn’t have much of a conscience.
That is why we chose him to be the therapist and require them to have an hour session daily. It’s a bonus too that he went and got a psychology degree as well. I wouldn’t say it’s helpful for the girls though.
“This place is my worst nightmare.”
That’s not entirely true. Her worst nightmare is living in the dark, not being able to speak, and losing someone she loves, which is pretty basic if you ask me.
To prove those were her worst fears, I put them to the test the eighth time she went to solitary. I gagged and blindfolded her. Solitary is a week-long sentence. By the third day she was begging to be let out, but instead I had Nik bring her roommate in, Michelle.
Michelle was three days away from her contract being over, so we could be a little more aggressive with her. Michelle wasn’t anyone’s claim so honestly it didn’t matter. I wanted to be the one to fuck with Michelle but Nik stepped in after she tried to gauge my eyes out. She paid a hefty price for that stunt.
When Nik was balls deep in Michelle’s ass, Annie snapped and tried to run. I stripped her down and made her precious Michelle eather out while Nik finished getting his rocks off. After that, we left both of them hogtied, naked and crying. They needed time to recoup.
We came back two days later, I untied Annie but then chained her to the hook on the wall. We redid our assault on Michelle. Well it was mostly Nik because again the bitch tried to kill us. Then I had Carson set her on fire, after Nik bolted.
I watched Annie shake uncontrollably while sobbing as Michelle’s screams ricocheted off the walls. Annie couldn’t cover her ears and her imagination had to fill in the blanks since she was still blindfolded. It was a delicious victory.
After Michelle’s screams had finally stopped and the fire was slowly going out, I left her body in there with Annie. The final day I brought Annie out and she never acted up again.
“Who was it?”
“FUCK YOU!”
Such a stupid girl, no one is worth this much protection. I really did try to start off easy with her punishment. I held back when I whipped her, but she just screamed in pain.
It only irritated me. She knew this was coming and yet she still cries and screams. Women are so dramatic.
Then I tried burning her with the end of my cigarette yet she still just kept screaming and not answering. I even had Nik come in and help. He broke three of her fingers and her left arm. Still she didn’t give us anything. Once she tried to bite my dick off, I snapped. I resorted to the classic torture methods and she has talked a little. Nothing of value though.
“Little kitten,” I say, turning towards her, holding a small scalpel in my hand. “Time’s up.”
Her eyes widen as I stalk towards her. Bringing the scalpel to her glossy pale green irises, she starts to scream.
This is your own fault, toots.
