Page 94 of Love is Strange
“Who is there?” I try sounding angry.
Nothing. But someone is definitely rummaging around my kitchen. They aren't even trying to be quiet.
“I said..”
“Shut-up and sit down.”
That voice sounds familiar-wait-it can't be-no fucking way.“Lisbet?”
Then I get the shock that sends me sprawling on the floor. I piss all over myself.
“Wh-why did you do that?” I sputtered.
She just laughed. I regained myself and just sat there unsure what to do. I was trying to figure a way to reason with her and was getting excited I had her in my house. Now if I could figure out a way to get her in the cage.
“Take your pants off.”
“What? Why?” I did not want to be vulnerable in front of her. I wasn’t sure what kind of state she was in.
“You pissed your pants. Take them off so they don't start to smell. Now. Or I'm going to shock you again.”
She had a valid point. But I was hard as fuck. Pain made me hard and I knew this was not going to go well. I slid my pants and boxers off. My erection sprang free. I could hear her scoff in disgust.
“Look at what a filthy pig he is Roger.”
What the fuck? She has someone with her? Alright. I need to talk my way out of this.
“Lisbet, how did you get here? Did your parents bring you home from Brunswick?”
“My parents are dead. I checked myself out. Now sit into the chair that I am moving behind you. Put your hands in back of the chair.”
“Lisbet, let's talk about this.” And then everything went black as she shocked me again.
I woke up with my hands handcuffed behind my back and my legs secured to the legs of the chair. I'm guessing with some kind of tape since it pulled my hair everytime I tried to move my legs. Now I was getting nervous.
Lisbet
I could seethe tension on his face when he woke up and realized he was secure in the chair. It was quite the feeling if power.
He started rambling about how special I was to him. How he actually fell in love with me. I told him I would hate to see what he did to people he didn't like. He said no other woman turned him on like I did. I couldn’t take anymore so I gagged him with a kitchen towel.
As I ran the tip of knife down his face, he started shaking his head violently. I barely scrape the surface but I am mesmerized by the blood trickling down his cheeks. I lick one side and get lost in myself until he starts to moan. I shake myself out of my haze and shove the knife in a little deeper. He isn't moaning in pleasure now, he understands the game isn’t for his enjoyment. I pour some table salt on his exposed flesh. He screams.
I tear off a strip off his cheek. I need to feel his agony that is etched on his face and those sightless eyes. Slowly, I drag the knife down my arm and slice the skin….ah sweet ecstasy. As our blood mixes, I decide to take a break. Roger needs some snuggles and I am sleepy. I get him from the counter and go into the living room to lay down on the couch.
Joseph
I managedto spit the towel out. She is fucking cutting me! The pain is horrendous. I think she plans to kill me. I need to get away. If I can get away I can coax her into the basement then I will have her in my cage and the crazy bitch will be punished. She will still be my pet, and take her rightful place, at my feet, but she will be disciplined first.
I don't hear her anymore. Where did she go? Breathing. Deep even breathing. Are you fucking kidding me? She is sleeping? What about the guy, Roger? I don't hear him. Maybe he went to sleep too. Well at least it gives me a reprieve.
Ok, I need to work on getting loose. These handcuffs aren't going to be easy. They are on tight. I keep twisting my thumb around to see if there are any buttons or anything that will help. If I have to have a key, I am screwed. There…there it is. She must've found mine. I was hoping since she had my wand. My handcuffs are a quick release with a button. It is harder for the wearer to reach that button but not impossible. I damn near break my thumb getting to it but get rewarded with the click of the cuffs popping off my left wrist.
I freeze for a minute. I'm hoping the noise didn’t wake her up. Straining my ears to listen, I can still hear her deep breathing. She is still asleep. I pull my arms around and take the other wrist out of the cuffs. Massaging my wrists, I reach down to see what exactly is on my ankles. It is a thick tape. Probably duct tape. This is going to hurt like a bitch.
All I keep thinking about as I unwind the tape is, I can't wait to get that little cunt under me. She will suffer for a good long time before she ever receives pleasure again when I feel a hand run through my hair. I freeze.
“Where do you think you are going?” She giggled in my ear and I am zapped into oblivion once again.
