manchester's sweetheart

Chapter 2

A little while later, I was sitting on the couch, reading, when I heard grunts from inside the closet. I'd known Patrick had woken up.

I set my book down and went over to the closet.
I opened it and knelt down to take the tape off his mouth.
"Something the matter, darling?" I asked.
"What the fuck, Margaret? What is wrong with you, you crazy bitch?" he said, gasping for air.
"Nothing at all, love. You're the one that fell into my trap. I played The Beatles because I knew you didn't like it and I knew you'd torture me for it. Oh, how the tables have turned." I said while sliding his belt off.
"No, Margaret, please don't. I'm sorry. I love you." he begged.
I took the belt and started slapping his back and arms with it.
He yelled in agony.
"Hmm, this doesn't seem very affective, now does it, darling." I said as I headed to the kitchen to retrieve a pair of scissors.
I came back and cut his shirt off, as I couldn't take it off normally with his hands tied.
I started slapping his bare skin with the belt.
This went on for a few minutes until I got bored.
I grabbed my cigarette lighter off the table and starting burning his skin with it.
I then lit a cigarette, put it out on his arm, then shoved the entire thing into his mouth and covered it back up with tape.
I stood up and closed the closet door.