What I Feel

Her Divine Beauty

"Goddammit!" I threw my plate across the room and made my way downstairs. "I'm just trying to watch a fucking movie!" I turned the light on and walked into the basement. She looked so exhausted, but she couldn't keep her damn mouth shut. It'd only been about three days and she looked about ready to give in. "Let me go! Please!" I couldn't help but to laugh. This girl really thought I would let her go? Ha! "Oh, sweetheart. The fun is just beginning." She pulled against her restraints fairly hard. She was going to end up hurting herself. I didn't want her hurting herself. That was my job. I went and grabbed my taser of the table and stuck it to her neck. She stopped screaming almost immediately. Her body tensed up and her eyes began to roll to the back of her head. "I told you, time and time again,  nobody can hear you're pathetic little screams." I slowly pulled the taser away and watched her body go limp. She dropped to her knees and hung by her arm restraints. I was tired and really just wanted to watch a movie, but she had me so pissed off at this point and she was going to pay for it. After her little go with the taser, she stayed quiet for the most part besides letting out a small whimper here and there. I sat there just watching her suffer. It honestly brought me so much joy to see her in so much pain, knowing the worst was still to come.

After about twenty minutes or so she stopped making any noise. She had fallen asleep. That was a huge mistake on her part. I walked over to my "Counter Of Fun" and grabbed a pair of the rustiest, dirtiest pliers I had. Quietly and careful not to wake her up, I made my way over to her. I sat beside her and grabbed her hand gently, with care. I waited a moment before doing anything. Syncing my breath with her slightly staggered yet rhythmic breathing. After a brief moment of "normality" I slowly grabbed her index finger and aligned the pliers with her nail. I'd say I hesitated for a moment, but we all know my twisted ass enjoyed every little part of this. I grabbed her nail and pulled with all of my force until the entire thing came with the tool. The sound that came from her mouth was one of the most satisfying things I have ever heard. The look in her eyes, the sound of her voice, the way her body reacted to the pain. I didn't get to experience this the first time. But that's a story for later. I thought she looked rough before. It's quite amusing to see what the removal of one fingernail could do to someone. How will she respond to more intense treatments. It was an honest shame such a beautiful girl was going to come to such a horrifying end. I couldn't help but to smile as she pleaded for help. She kept looking at her finger almost as if what I had done hadn't really happened. This girl looked ready to end her own life. But what she didn't understand was I controlled when that happened. I walked back over to my special counter and thought of what to use next. As I looked everything over she was limp in her restraints, from three days of minor torture, begging for me to end her life. This is what is wrong with the world. As soon as anybody gets hurt, game over. People needed to learn pain.

"People need to learn pain." As soon as I had said that, her sobbing became more violent. "I know pain! I swear!" The fear in her voice. The look in her eyes. It intensified with every little move I made. She avoided eye contact with me. She learned to stay quiet, always. This girl was rather beautiful, and it was a slight shame she had to go through all of that. Knowing how on edge she obviously was, I went over and released her from her restraints. She was far to tired to attempt anything. I assisted her in getting into the chair across the room. Once she got there, I tied her down again so there was no chance of her falling out completely. I pulled the cloth, that was half hanging out of my pocket, out and put it over her head. Her breathing rapidly grew faster, and faster. I let her sit there for a moment wondering what was to happen next. The longer she sat in the quiet and the dark, the more her mind began to wander. The more she thought, the more she would hyperventilate. After letting her and her mind go at it, I finally kicked the chair back without any sort of warning. She hit the floor so hard it knocked the breath out of her. She struggled to regain her breath. Before she could gain control over herself I grabbed one of the three gallons of water on the counter next to me. I grabbed her face through the cloth and forcefully opened her mouth. Her screams were almost ear piercing. I opened the gallon and poured it over where her mouth was. You could here her start to gurgle and choke. I stoped after about half the gallon was gone, sat her up, and let her breathe for a moment. Just as she started to calm down again, I kicked the chair and immediately poured the rest of the water over her face. I stood over the helpless thing that laid on my basement floor. I threw the empty jug down on her head. She was still choking and gasping for air. The anger, and rage inside me wanted to kill her right at that second. But I knew that I couldn't do that. I knew I had to make the last few days of her life an absolute living hell. I had to make her suffer like she's never suffered before. I checked my watch to see that it was already 2:00 A.M. I was tired and ready for bed. I placed my foot on the top of her chest and put about half of my weight on her. "You will be on your best behavior tomorrow." I pulled my foot from her and kicked her as hard as I possibly could in the ribs. The second my foot connected with her limp body, you could hear her ribs crack in about seven different places. Her gasping intensified as she was still choking and now potentially has broken ribs. "I'll see you in the morning." I left her laying there, chair tipped and cloth still over her face. I shut out all the lights, closed and locked the door. I went up and got ready for bed. Looks like my movie was going to have to wait a whole other day.