🔞5EX: SUSTAINED OBLITERATION🔞

Blood and tears

Syd POV

YANNI!??

Oh no, what has he done? How is he here? Thank god he is here!

NO!

He shouldn't be here, it's not safe. Harry knows about us, and has proved that he doesn't appreciate others touching what he views as his..... me!
I am unable to see Yanni from my position, THE SIX forming a barrier between us, their backs all I can see, but I can hear the sound of cable ties being fastened and then Yannis voice.......

"I don't want to interrupt, I want to participate"

My heart stops. My lungs cease working. My brain refuses to work.
He cannot mean it, it's some kind of ploy, an attempt to save me, some kind of distraction technique.
I know this with all my heart, he loves me, as I love him, with an all consuming passion that would never cause harm of any kind to the other, so why does hearing those words leave his mouth hurt so much?

After replying with a disbelieving question Harry laughs. A long, loud and deep bark which swiftly becomes something more maniacal, the pitch and volume increasing until he sounds every bit the insane lunatic that I know him to be!

"You're a funny guy Yanni....... a very, very funny guy! Of course, I can't blame you for trying, there is after all something wonderfully intoxicating about our Sydney here isn't there!" he says, as THE SIX part in the middle, stepping apart from one another revealing what is hidden behind, as a curtain on a stage would. This drama all feeding the ravenous and insatiable demon inside Harry.

Footsteps approach me from my right side, my eyes drawn to look at their owner despite every fibre of my being knowing who they belong to, the weight of the footfalls, timing between steps, the slight drag of the heels...... unmistakably Harry.
I have a limited view of the room from my position, face up on a leather medical couch, ankles secured with Velcro straps on either side, giving a clear and unobstructed view of my lace covered crotch. My hands secured together above my head with cuffs, attached to a chain that is itself secured to a large suspended hook at the end of a pulley system, controlled by yet another remote.

Harry walks behind my head and leans over me, kissing me on the forehead before placing his hands on either side of my head and gently turning it to my right, where I come eye to eye with Yanni, who is also secured in place, powerless to move his limbs, but fully able to see me and also to speak. I feel a tear run down my right cheek towards the cool leather of the couch, another leaving the inner corner of my left eye and spilling over the bridge of my nose before dropping onto the couch to join the other. My heart aches at the sight of him there, his face already a mask of misery. I have an idea of what is ahead for me and knowing that he will bear witness to that intensifies the emotional pain to a point where I truly believe my heart will stop any moment.
I don't want him to witness what is coming, and I certainly don't want to have to watch him as he does, but Harry is the director of this performance, and his will is certainly to punish both Yanni and I for our perceived transgressions and our disrespect of him.

"Syd! I'm here Syd, everything's going to be ok, I promise. I love y-uurrgghh!"

Yanni's words are cut off as one of THE SIX places a ball gag into his mouth and secures it tightly behind his head, his eyes never leaving mine. I try to scream at Harry, tell him that I'll willingly be his....... whatever it is that he wants....... forever, if only he will allow Yanni to leave now, to save him the emotional scars of witnessing the horrors I know are to come, but little more than a small puff of air leaves my slightly parted lips.

Harry walks along my left side and runs his right hand over my boobs, down my abdomen and then down my inner left thigh towards my foot, muttering out loud how my skin feels softer than he remembers, and how excited he is to leave beautiful bruises and bloody welts all over me.
Yannis eyes are shooting fire in his direction, while he vainly attempts to break free from his bindings.
I cannot bear to watch his struggle and attempt to close my eyes, but to no avail, he is directly in my eyeline and the drugs I've been given are working well to immobilise me.