LYDIA'S CAGE

Prologue

      In the underground garage of the great Wrights
       
      I sat admist the darkness in the backseat of his car as I stared at the blue pill on my gloved palm, confusion tainting my features, but I was determined to follow through to the end irregardless, not knowing how the day would end, or of the invisible collar resting beautifully on my neck.

      I gave a eerily smile as  I thought he was the prey and I, the predator. But sadly I was mistaken, taken for the fool I was.

      I admired the epitome of beauty coming my way, standing six fts tall,with black ink hair, grey eyes and a body to die for. 

   "He'd surely make it as a model" I thought, but shook myself, "he's a monster with an angelic face" I corrected gazing intently at his almond skin shining in the light, I thought of how they'd look with the welts all over it, best way to find out, do it.

   
    
     I wept as I looked around the wood coloured, victorian  themed room, heavily equipped with welts, belts, paddles of various sizes, numerous instruments of bondage and different sex toys but no bed. I'd replaced that with a chest that sat in my middle of the room beside my captive.

        He tried to shut it out of his mind as I rained hell on him but I never allowed him. Made sure he felt it deep into his soul, the beatings, the abuse on his sexuality,I poured every contempt I felt into it. I admired his persereverance though, but I wasn't finished, yet!

        I'd heard it, his voice in my head. So much anguish, he didn't blame God like the others but was asking for mercy.

        I should have stopped, but I got more angry. "Did he grant me mercy when I asked?" I asked to none in particular.

         Then, I brought down the welts with a vengeance, the poles he was tied to momentarily shook and his wrists bled the more from the irritation of the cuffs, but I was less concerned.

           I glared at the naked man with contempt as I knelt in front of him and laid my hands on his forehead to blur his memory of the event just like the others.

          I made them remember everything I did while bluring my picture and making them ear my voice in maniacal and distorted way.

         I marred him just like I did with the others, knowing that a woman rendered them helpless was a big stain to their ego, firmly imprinted in their minds and surely the cause of nightmares to come.

      As I turned my back on him to leave, my phone beeped a message and I was confounded, not daring to believe what was boldly written on the screen.

     I ventured close to my captive and probed his mind, disregarding the creeping headache and then I saw it!

The Cage.