" The wire strokes along your wet labia. Your body writhesand bounces on the steel floor, as every muscle from yourshoulders to your heels convul...es. You can't breathe! And yourcunt is doing things that drive you crazy. Through the pain,your brain lights up with ecstatic orgasms, a paradox ofpleasurable pain. Again, they give you time to catch yourbreath, to recover. "Anyone want to fuck her again?" "Shit, man, her cunt is ruined. Be like fucking a bag ofJello." "Well,. You have never been to a masked ball before. You have been excited ever since Hugo invited you a month a go. You remember when you met on the internet. You had chatted online for months steadily getting more flirtatious. One evening Hugo offered to switch on his webcam. The conversation soon got around to sex and you had instructed Hugo to strip. You remember watching in amazement as he did everything you told him to. He was down to his boxers and you could see a huge bulge. You asked him to. "Can I take the shoes off?" He asked with a sly smile. Alwaysbargaining.The little heels lifted Rick's butt subtly and the clicking soundbrought to mind images of Mrs Jamison in the break room. I rememberedthe exercises Dorian put me through that left me dripping sweat and inpain."No, I don't think so. I'm ready for dinner now."He looked surprised and disappointed for a moment, which was verysatisfying, then he smirked again, like somehow this was his plan allalong. His red lips made it all the. I rushed over to a professional looking bureau by one wall, andhesitated before opening it. Financial papers flew around as I searchedfor what I knew was in there. In a folder I found it. A deathcertificate. My parents were gone.I don't know how long I spent in the dark flat, maybe a day, maybe alittle more. I was alternating between laying on the sofa and staringat the ceiling, and going through the files on the laptop, learning asmuch as I could about the person I was now. Neither were easy.