Click...
As the chain slowly continued to tighten, drawing Prue inevitably closer to her demise, Marcus frowned as she desperately begged for her life, “Please Master, I don’t want
to die. I’ll do anything, and everything that you could ever desire. You could even sell me to that horrible S&M brothel outside Bangkok if that’s what you wish, but please
not this, I beg you.”
Click...
Growing weary of Prue’s pathetic outcries, Marcus briefly thought it had been a mistake not to gag her before he removed the blindfold, but he was looking forward to the sound
of her screams. The delightful sound of her screams, the main reason he’d kept her around for so long.
Click...
Click...
Several minutes later Marcus smiled in evil anticipation as Prue desperately tried to use her knee to prevent herself from falling forward onto the spikes, but he could see in
her eyes that she know it was only a temporary reprieve at best.
Click...
Click...
Prue screamed in terror as she lost her balance and fell, painfully impaling herself upon those rows of razor-sharp spikes.
Click...
Click...
The spikes already fatally deep within her dying body, Prue could only emit a faint wet gurgling sound as the steadily mounting tension of the chain pulled her body deeper onto the spikes.
Click...
Click...
As he watched, Prue’s mutilated body gave one final convulsive shutter and lay still. Reaching over he deactivated the winch and smiled, Prue had served him well for over fifteen
years. In her late thirties, he’d simply grown tired of her. It will be interesting to see how long her replacement. Nineteen-year-old Veronica manages to survive...