She Will Make Her Ex-husband Beg for Death
“No one will ever find you in the basement of this condemned building. But to be sure I have a soundproof box.”
Maggie flicked the whip. He flinched. Nothing happened.
“Scared you.” She laughed.
“I’ll whip you more before I go. Now, I just want to chat.”
He relaxed. Then the whip stung his backside. She laughed again.
His ex-wife made him a prisoner. She must be insane he thought.
“You convinced me that a husband could not rape his wife. You lied.
“You often lied. I was naïve, easily manipulated.
“I was the only one who did not know you were sleeping with other women.
“My sister visited. Shocked, she proved your crime and infidelity.
“She found a good divorce lawyer. I was free of you and rich.
“Marriage left scars in my mind.”
Her whip illustrated her statement cutting his skin deeply. Sure to leave a scar.
“Therapy was useless.
“I had so many dreams of revenge. Of making you suffer and enjoying your misery. I found I wanted to torture all men. I despised men. The whole gender is disgusting.
“Did my sister leave a copy of Femdomosophic Fragments on purpose?
“The book taught me I could make those dreams real.”
Coming to his front, she punched his scrotal sac. He groaned.
“Did you know there are men who want women to hurt them?
“They were my teachers. Making men beg is my hobby.
“Watching you plead and scream will purge me. Call it closure.”
She lashed his chest. He closed his eyes. She pinched his nose.
“You have to keep your eyes open. Or I’ll stick my cattle prod up your butt.
“I will anyway but you can postpone that day.”
He forced himself to watch his ex-wife ravage his flesh. Her gleeful satisfaction terrified him.
“I wonder how long you’ll last? Are you afraid to die?”
He nodded his head.
“Maybe you will beg for death? Won’t that be fun?”
Originally posted 2017-05-04 06:42:08.