My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Left Him Behind.

"Wake... Up"

Opening my eyes, i feel like i am in a dream; everything is white and solemn. My eyeballs roll in my head until i feel a slap across my face. "Wake up!" I arch my neck up to see myself naked and chained to the bed, there is a bandage across my left hip. I don't really feel anything - physically.

Before me stand... Joe, Ryker and a few other men i don't recognise. "What happenened.." i murmur, "I shot you... But it's only a flesh wound" Joe states sternly, the look of disgust clounding on his face.

"I'm.. So-r" "Shut up!" Joe snaps, "Now listen, we are going to break you in half and destroy you".

Joe walks over towards me with a.. a baseball bat like the one from the strip club in his hand. I swallow a large lump in my throat; i might as well be dead, i want to be dead, i don't have the energy to fight.

Ryker sniggers manically as Joe runs the screws on the end of the bat between my breast and along my torso. I look at his eyes and they are dull with fog and darkness. I really did kill his last brother; i'm a murderer.

No! Snap out of it. Hayden played me, he deserved it. He deceived my and stole my integrity for revenge. I.. did the right thing.

Joe continues to run the bat along my body and looks at the branded logo imprinted on my torso. "It would be too easy to kill her..." He rubs his head and paces over to the other men, turning around to look at me again he murmurs something i can't hear.

Ryker grins, disgustingly and with that they all walk out of the room. I am left in silence, with my thoughts.

I manically look around and try to struggle free but i am chained down solid. This room is a lot different to the rest of this place, It is almost a refreshment from the dark crimsons and oak that have stood in my auror for the past... I don't even know how long it has been. I wonder if anyone has noticed.

The walls are white, there are three canvases mounted on the front wall above a black chest of draws, from what i can make out: one is a axe, the middle one is a chainsaw and the last one is a head. Not the usual cliche art you would find.

I lie on the satin sheets but it feel as though my body is splurged over a bed of pins. Closing my eyes, i feel my ego and my humanity battling.

For the next two or three minuits i sit in silence and try to push my thoughts to the side. Suddenly i hear a soft piano melody, similar to mozart; it is gradually getting louder till i can feel the bass jerking inside my gut. Thuds approach me, six men walk into the room they are wearing masks and are dressed in tight leather. Two are wearing pig masks, two plain black and the other two rabbit masks.

Three stand beside the bed and the other three at the other side; Joe walks in with a cigar in his hand. He eyes the six men and signal for them to lift something; they bring their hands up and they are... Holding whips.