Listening To Them Cry

[ColonelTorture]

My name is Nigel and I finally have the girl I’ve always wanted in my basement. She’s naked and hanging by her ankles from the ceiling. I’ve also handcuffed her wrists behind her back. I like the way her pale skin contrasts with the gray backdrop of my basement. My basement is a torture chamber. And I’m glad she’s suffering. It was a pleasure having her undress for me. And I especially liked pulling the duct tape off her lips that had been there since the moment I had kidnapped her. I know the rope at her feet is tied too tightly. And I realize it must be sheer hell for her to hang upside down in such a strange place with me staring at her body all the while. I’ve told her more than once that I’m going to take my time with her. Pay her back for the inordinate amount of time I had to wait impatiently before abducting her. So she knows what I’m going to do with her body once I untie her and let her down. I’ve described the tortures I’ve concocted. And the manner of rape she’s to endure. I’ve told her time and time again that it was foolish to make me wait so long for such a nice body. But that now we’re even. And that now I can start with her. From where she’s dangling I know she can see my table with the leather straps for her arms and legs. And the surgical tray of instruments I’ve collected over the years for use on innocent girls like her. You can bet she’s frightened. Terrified even. Which is fair because I had to wait so goddamn long just to get her here. I explained to her why it was that she was picked. Her legs…and those blouses she would wear with just the right amount of buttons undone. I told her already how much fun it was stalking her. And that, even though I was sometimes frustrated in waiting for her, the delay at least allowed me think up another half dozen or so painful things I could do with her nude body. Which was cool because now that I had her here in my basement we could start real soon. Immediately in fact. That‘s when she started crying. Not pleading like some of the other girls I‘ve had in my cellar. Not even insisting that I do whatever I like with her sexually like that lady Keri Cavanaugh begged last week before I eventually scalded her breasts. No. My fantasy girl just wept. And I paused for just a second or two to revel in it. She wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. And I do so enjoy listening to them cry. Sometimes it’s even better than the screams……