Mr. Stump

Ronald Stump was a successful businessman. Some would say that he is more than successful, as he makes over $10,000,000,000 per year on his swanky hotels. Despite being a successful businessman in the world, he was also one of the most hated men in the world, as he was beyond ignorant. He has never donated a single cent to charity and believes charity should be eradicated. Plus he has the absolute worst combover known to mankind.

One day people suddenly started to boycott his hotels, so he went to the local bar to drown his sorrows in hard liquor. Within twenty minutes, he was so drunk, he could barely walk, much less drive. So he decided to call a cab, but there were none to be found. So he was forced to walk.

Since the bar was a good five miles from his luxurious penthouse, he took a shortcut through one of the more run-down neighborhoods. During his shortcut through the gang-run neighborhood, his beyond intoxicated mind thought it would be a great idea to down a dingy, narrow alleyway. And so he walked down the alleyway. After walking about halfway down the alleyway, he felt sick and started throwing up. While throwing up, somebody split the back of his head open with a metal baseball bat and knocked him out.

Ronald woke up in a dimly lit red room, tied to a rather fancy bed with the frame built of the smoothest rich mahogany, which came straight from the Amazon rain forest. The sheets were made of a very silky and soft velvet, and were colored a slightly deeper red than the walls. The walls were lined with whips and paddles of varying lengths, tails, and thickness. He could tell then that he was going to feel a lot of pain, real soon.

After a few hours of laying on his back with his ankles and wrists bound to the bed posts, somebody walked in. He noticed that the person, who he presumed was his kidnapper, had the physique of a woman. He also noticed that she was wearing a skin-tight leather suit and a baclava.

"Hello?" Ronald said with a tone of uneasiness in his voice.

"It truly is an honor to meet you, Mr. Stump," she said while pulling a tiger claw karambit out from a hidden holster on her back.

"W-what's that?" He barely managed to croak.

"Why, it's my favorite little toy. But most people would call it a tiger claw karambit, one of the best tactical knives ever made. Simply for the way the blade curves in," she explained.

"Oh, well what are your plans for all of these... um... pain-makers you have on your wall?" He asked warily.

"If it wasn't obvious enough for you to comprehend, I'm going to hurt you... a lot," she said sarcastically.

"God, you act like I have an I.Q. of 68," he replied angrily.

She slashed him with the razor-sharp knife. "Don't speak to me in that tone of voice, you worthless scumbag," she hissed. "And just so you know, I hacked your personal computer, and your I.Q. isn't very high. 93 is nothing to be proud of."

Ronald's face turned the color of a ripe tomato from blushing. "But I do all of my internet browsing in private mode," he croaked shamefully.

"Private browsing doesn't make a difference, honey," she lectured sarcastically. "I had a virus installed onto your computer, so I could see everything."

"You evil witch!" He screamed furiously.

You're not the first person to say such an uncouth thing to me, you know," she said rather calmly.

How many people have you held captive in here!?" He questioned.

"No, my dear," she said. "Only you, now let's not dawdle. It's time to get down to business." she said in a much darker tone.

She slowly approached Ronald with the karambit, while twirling it in her hand. His heart rate increased rapidly, and he started hyperventilating. A wicked grin spread across the kidnappers face as she raised the blade to his face.

"Wait!" He pleaded, "please don't hurt me! I'll give you anything you want!"

"I don't want your petty material possessions, I want the satisfaction of making the final moments of your meaningless life pure agony." She replied as her mouth twisted into a grimace and she took a few steps backwards.

Oh my god, I'm going to die here, he thought.

"Fine, then could you at least tell me your name?" He asked.

"Call me Mrs. Robinson, my dear." she replied sweetly.

Ronald hated how she could act so sweet and innocent while holding him captive. After repeating that she'd like to get back to business, she continued to approach, but at a slightly more brisk pace. Once she was about half a foot away from him, she once again raised the karambit to his face, except this time she carved a pentagram into his forehead. He screamed in pure agony the entire time, so Mrs. Robison gagged him a tough stress ball.

"From now on, every time you disobey a command, you will be disciplined with one lashing," she said darkly.

All he could do is reply with a simple nod.

"Good," she said.

At this point, Ronald's only wish was for the torture to end. Mrs. Robinson put the karambit back in the holster, then she proceeded to get a whip about 1½ feet long, with no extra tails. Oh good god, she's going to whip me. He shut his eyes out of fear. Unexpectedly, she set the whip at the end of the bed.

"It's time you get some rest, tomorrow's a big day." She whispered.

She removed the gag from his mouth and left the room. He whispered a prayer to himself, once she had shut the door completely. After about an hour of thrashing and pulling at his bindings, he gave up on escaping and went to sleep.

After three and a half hours into his sleep, a sharp pain woke him up.

"Ah!" He yelped.

"Good morning, Mr. Stump." She greeted him, "like I said yesterday, today's a big day for us."

"And how is that?" He questioned.

"Today's the last day of your torture and captivity, and to be completely honest, I'll be sad to see you go." She said, "Also, today's the day I end your life."

Ronald's face turned pale, he was speechless at this woman's monstrosity. She picked up the whip, and flexed her wrists. She then proceeded to give Ronald thirty-three lashings (99 whips). He screamed while tears streamed from his eyes the whole time. She then stopped.

"Make one more word come out of your filthy mouth, and I'll cut that scum you call a tongue right out of your mouth." She hissed violently.

Ronald quaked in fear and merely nodded to Mrs. Robinson. She continued to whip him, although more ferociously. Each whip increased in intensity. She whipped him so hard that he started bleeding.

"My dear, this is boring me to death," she said. "I think it's time we get to ending your hopelessly miserable life."

Mrs. Robinson blindfolded and gagged Ronald. She then started dragging her karambit down his torso. He tried to scream, but the gag muffled the sound. Once the blade reached the bottom of his ribs, she thrust the blade in and twisted it. Ronald stump was no more.

"Goodnight, my dear Mr. Stump," she whispered softly.