A Dish Served Hot

“See? It’s not all bad…” She whispered into his ear. He shuddered as the wax cooled on his bare chest. he had never allowed anyone to put him in such a position before. Handcuffed to the headboard, his feet tied unable to stop her. The gentle teasing had quickly given way to more painful forms of arousal. She smiled at him and turned to walk away candle in hand. Her form-fitting leather outfit showing all of her ample curves.

“Now let’s change up the pace,” she said revealing a whip.

He shuddered and said, “I don’t know if I want to do this anymore.”

She laughed and said, “Oh really now?” She set down the whip and picked up something more lethal. Her eyes narrowed as she approached him with a wickedly barbed blade.

“What’s your game stop this!” he then shouted “Sea cucumber, SEA CUCUMBER!”

She paused hovering over him, turning the blade in her hands. “Did you, want to stop?” She smiled at him, but her eyes were cold and angry.

“YES, yes, untie me!” he responded. She drew nearer holding the dagger over his chest, lightly dragging the blade across it. The razor-sharp blade drawing a line of blood. “WHAT IS YOUR PROBLEM!” he shouted seeing the thin line of red.

She drew closer to him, her face next to his, “Did you stop…? Did you…? when she asked? And then begged you to?”

A look of confusion formed on his face, “What are you talking about?” She raised the dagger in both hands.

“DID YOU NOT HEAR MY SISTER BEGGING YOU TO STOP!” She screamed, “AS YOU TOOK FROM HER SOMETHING THAT YOU COULD NEVER GIVE BACK!”

His face full of fear he cried, “I was drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing… please… please I am sorry!”

Her hands trembling, she screamed, “IT’S TO LATE TO BE SORRY!” The dagger came down and she stabbed him over and over until her rage was spent. Then she calmly called the police and told them what she had done. When they arrived, they found her quietly weeping over the body. She went into custody quietly and plead guilty when her day in court came.

~WRPM©
@TheRavingsofaMadman
@Madman_Ravings

Story Based off a Writing Prompt from the Facebook group Writer’s Island.
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