Page 93 of Love is Strange
Joseph
Losingmy sight was a pain in my ass. The fact I needed help daily now was a slap to my manhood. All my plans, all my dreams of bringing Lisbet home, gone. Gone because of a deranged lunatic. I actually thought I would be able to convince her parent's to relinquish custody of her care to me and explain the advantages of her living with me. There would be no more financial burden on them. I would care for her. Of course she would be locked in my cage doing anything I asked of her, but they didn't need to know that. Hell they never visited her so that wouldn't have been a problem. And I was going to purchase a St. Bernard to play with her.
My sister would've vouched for me. Fucking whore would do anything to get me away from her. These women cry they don't like it as they are coming on your dick. I took Celeste's virginity when she was sixteen. Our parents were away for the weekend. I had been going in her room before that making her suck my cock, threatening her with telling my parent's that she came onto me. After all, I had video evidence of her sucking my cock and thanking me for it. Another thing I made her do. Then I would play with her clit until she orgasmed so she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it.
The night I took her virginity, she had begged my parents to allow her to stay at a friends house. I reminded them that friend liked to party so in the end they made her stay home. She knew I was coming in. I figured I may as well be my baby sister's first. I fucked her and then made her come on my dick. She cried and acted like she didn't want to do it, but her pussy told a whole different story.
On her wedding day, I made her give me a blow job. She needed to know who owned her pussy. Just because she got married, didn't mean she was getting away from me. She tried to stand her ground until I told her I would show her new hubby the videos of her sucking my dick before. She sucked me like a soldier. I wonder what he thought I tasted like when he kissed her after saying I do?
I do miss Celeste but she is nothing like Lisbet. But all that is lost now because of this damned disability. My maid, who is an older hispanic woman, walks around muttering in Spanish all the time. If I tried anything with her, she would probably kick my ass. That thought always made me laugh for some reason.
It is the pain that turns me on. Mine, theirs, every ones. I love to hear pain, I used to love to see pain. How it reflected in their eyes, etched on their faces. Now all I have is my recordings and the sounds. The screams of terror and humiliation. Those are the best. Humiliating someone to the core of their soul is a feeling that is almost spiritual. You own them at that point.
Lisbet
After exploring the basement,when it was nightfall, I made it up the stairs. The closet in the kitchen was a perfect place to hide during the day. The maid was only there for a few hours during the day to prepare meals and do general cleaning.
After the second night, I got bored and decided to have some fun so I moved the footstool in his walking path. When he woke in the morning he walked right into it and uttered a slew of curse words damning the maid and her clumsiness. He didn't mention it to the maid that day.
The next night I moved the coffee table in his path. Same result, he banged his leg into it and cursed to high heaven. This time he said something.
“Maria, why are you moving the furniture around? You know I need a clear path so I don't need the stick in the house.”
She looked confused. “I didn't move the furniture.”
“Well someone moved it.” He insisted.
She shrugged, “Maybe you have a ghost.”
“I don’t fucking believe in ghosts.”
“Maybe you should Senor.”
He got disgusted and stomped away. She smiled and shook her head at him muttering something about a fantasma and a bruja. It took everything I had not to giggle. I watched the maid finish cleaning that day and she went on her way.
I have heard them say that people who lose their sight sharpen their other senses. I would venture out in the same room as him and he never skipped a breath. He either was too stupid or too arrogant to hone his others.
He put me through so much pain that I want to drag this out. I don't want it to be quick. Besides the sex stuff, he did awful painful things then would report to Dr. Dhavern that I did them to myself. If I denied it, my torture would be worse. The ends of my nipples were black where he had burnt them. But I wanted to be fair. I could see when he did that to me. He would be at a disadvantage when I punished him.
Before I peel the flesh from his skin, I tied a blindfold on to see if the pain feels different as a blind person. The darkness is overwhelming at first but then I start to adjust. I guess it really isn't a fair comparison unless I blind myself completely which I'm not willing to do for him. Frankly, I hope he never adjusts to it.
On the fifth day I hear what I have been waiting for. His maid tells him she is leaving for her vacation and he has food in the refrigerator and freezer to last him for a week until his sister comes to check on him. This is my opportunity. I had been snooping around his house when he was asleep. He never went out of the house and those five days, absolutely no one came to visit. Not shocking at all. He was a jerk. The first night I peeked into his bedroom because I heard a girl screaming. It was a video he was listening to that he was jerking off to. I wanted to vomit. I never looked in his room again as this seemed to be his nightly routine. I needed a cigarette to calm my nerves. I was young when my parents put me in the institution but I used to sneak into my fathers cigarette pack and light one up. I developed quite the taste for them.
I found his black stick that he liked to shock me with. It was in a duffel bag in the basement. Also in the bag was a pair of handcuffs and rope. I had only brought duct tape, matches, and a knife so these were a welcome addition. I had been sneaking food out of his freezer everyday to eat. He had about a kajillion freezer meals. The microwave had a button on it with upraised bumps. I'm guessing that's how he knew how long to cook them. I just cleaned up at the kitchen sink every night. My mom used to call that a whore bath. When you used soap and water on a wash cloth and washed all your private parts. Super classy my mom was. I would throw the washcloth in the middle of the laundry basket of dirty clothes.
I really wanted to sneak outside and get a stuffie. I missed them so much. My anxiety was at an all time high and it would help calm me down. I loved animals of all kinds. I hated how he treated them. I just wanted them to live forever. Inside and out. Fuck it. I was going to get one. Plus then my stuffie could help me take care of him. I walked outside towards the woods. It really was beautiful here. I saw a little rabbit jumping around. He was perfect! I pulled a piece of lettuce I had snagged out of the fridge and held it on the ground. It took about 45 minutes but the rabbit eventually came over to me. I gently grabbed him letting him eat the lettuce before I snapped his neck. He was so soft and warm as I nuzzled him to my neck. I really wanted to see inside him but I had already cleaned up. I went back in the house with a little skip in my step. I decided to name my stuffie Roger. I sat Roger on the counter and slammed the door shut. I was ready to begin.
Joseph
I wokeup to a loud sound. I couldn’t tell if it was something inside or out.
“Hello?”
No one responded to me. I hear something though. Is that humming? It sounds childlike almost. Did I leave the TV on? I turn it on for sound but I could've sworn I turned it off. I touched my bedside clock. The metallic voice tells me loud and clear it is 1:13 AM.
Again I hear more sounds coming from the kitchen. A thought crosses my mind. Celeste may have come early thinking if she comes in the middle of the night she won't have to perform. Fuck that, that cunt is bathing me. I mean, I can shower myself, but she doesn't need to know that.
I get up and grab my stick. I don't like having to use it in the house but since things keep moving on their own and it is the middle of the night, I can use the extra support.
