Blind Angel of Wrath (The Blind Sleuth Mysteries 2)

11 Here and now

When the Master comes down in the evening, Sue and I are still fast asleep. We've lost ourselves in slumber all afternoon. But the girl wakes up at the first rasping of a key in the outside door. She hears the Master coming in. She shakes me awake, and raps her knuckles on my head to let me know that the Master is there...

As soon as I'm awake, I freeze: the man who punctured my eardrums is back and I cannot hear him coming! I cannot even detect his presence... my mind starts racing. "What can I do, I'm defenseless... But I must make sure I keep quiet, maintain the impression that I'm truly locked up inside my own head..." I feel so overwhelmed anyway, that I don't even need to pretend that I'm completely defeated and subdued. I actually am. And that's exactly the impression I want to give.

Then he is right next to us, inside the cell. I can smell him. Of course I didn't hear the key turning in the lock of the barred door, its familiar clanging sound, but already I feel that the girl is being wrenched away from my arms, from my bed... The man is probably chaining Sue to the other wall, by her own bed. When a moment later his hands close around my wrists and grip me, I almost scream. But just in time I check myself: at all costs I must avoid letting the man know that I can still use my voice. Meanwhile I am paralysed by fear and submit passively to the Master's rough handling.

First he presses both my hands to the front of his trousers so that I can feel his erection. He rubs himself against the back of my hands. "Oh no, unbelievable! Don't tell me that the sick bastard is going to rape me! How can he even think of it after what he did!"

Loretta has told me that the Master is something of an exhibitionist. He likes to wag his erect penis right in front of her face, for instance when he's tied her to the rack or locked her in the pillory. But this is the first time that he makes me touch his crotch like this. I now realize that he must have found it too embarrassing to do this with a blind woman, and a woman of his own age at that. But now that he thinks that he has "destroyed" me, he is no longer holding back.

I tell myself, "Great! This really excites you, huh? Your handiwork makes you randy? I get the picture, you sadistic bastard: you probably went to work this morning—say as a dentist—as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. You treated your patients all day long, all the while lost in fantasies about this moment. Now you can finally play with your new toy!"

The Master yanks off my clothes and ties my wrists in my back with the handcuffs. I am already bracing for the clamp, but to my great relief the Master skips that and starts frogmarching me to his pleasure room without throttling me. "Well, at least that's a good sign. The man is definitely letting down his guard; he must be quite confident that he has crushed me completely... Great!"

On the way to the pleasure room my mind is racing. In those few seconds I realise that a head butt is no longer an option. Even though he is holding my elbow and propelling me along, the man is quite "invisible" to me. I can't even hear him breathing. How can you hit someone hard on the root of the nose if you can't locate the spot at all?

In his pleasure room, the Master pushes me onto the bed and proceeds to tie my limbs to the rack. He seems to be in a great hurry: still feeling very randy. Suddenly I feel a surge of anger deep inside. I have never felt more disgusted than now. "He is really enjoying this! Gloating over what he's done to me, the little shit! Still, it must be a bit annoying for him not to be able to taunt me... That's why he's so eager to fuck me." I am literally shaking with rage now: let him believe that I am trembling with fear. I am careful to still go along with the part of the hapless victim...

And soon enough the man is on top of me, wallowing with his whole weight on me like a big fat animal, as is his habit. But immediately I become aware of an astonishing fact: the Master has neglected to gag me! Apparently he is throwing all caution to the wind in his haste to satisfy his lust... Of course this is not entirely unexpected under the circumstances; I had been hoping for it. "Now let us think this over carefully," I tell myself. "There is no hurry..."