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“Notice the electrodes attached to the pins,” added Rubio. “That’s a dead giveaway that this slut isn’t being trained for anything long term, can’t even use a contraption like this unless she’s immobile. She’s just here because it’s fun to watch her scream. She’ll be here until she dies.” Rubi hit a switch and electricity surged into the pins in her nipples. Sue Lin did indeed scream in agony. The group laughed at her for a few moments.
“Yes, questions?” said Rubio.
“Is there anything she can do to save her life?” asked someone in the group.
“Well…” said Rubio, reluctantly. Sue Lin’s ears pricked up at this. “Sometimes if a girl gives us very valuable information, she can be bumped over from the “torture-to-death” program to the “slave girl training program” but that’s very rare, I seriously doubt this bitch has any information worth knowing. Her main use is just for amusement. Let’s move the tour on.”
Sue Lin choked, barely able to pull air into her throat with the tight ropes constricting her windpipe.
“Wait!” she croaked. “I have information! I know all kinds of secret things my father did! Please let me be a slave girl instead, please don’t kill me! Wait!”
The tour group moved on as if they hadn’t heard her.
In his mind, Rubio had to complement the intelligence department. They sure knew how to fuck with a bitch’s head. After a few more days of torture, they’d finally get around to questioning Sue Lin, and they’d let her tell them everything she knew. If she had valuable intel, great! If not, she’d still be begging for a chance to be a slave girl. No matter what happened, they won.

Sally could only stare in disbelief. Even after 6 hours of torture, she couldn’t believe this was happening. How could her own boyfriend be doing all these horrible things to her? She and Lucas had been together for 3 years! Sure they had argued sometimes. Sometimes she’d even had to assert her authority and put him back in his place, when he got out of line. But she thought that was just normal for a couple. All her girlfriends had told her that she had to be firm, to keep a man in his place. Could he really have been this angry with her?
Lucas picked up the cane and brought it down hard on her thighs. She squealed into the putty, holding her mouth shut.
“You just couldn’t fucking shut up, could you!” screamed Lucas. “Nothing I did was ever good enough! I had to quit smoking, I had to quit drinking! I had to quit hanging out with my friends! I had to come to your stupid fucking pottery classes! Even the things I watched on TV! Everything I did, you had to fucking stick your nose in and change! Everything had to be an argument, and every argument you had to win!”
He began swinging the cane to punctuate each remark. Thwack! “I am sick!” Thwack! “And tired!” Thwack! “Of your fucking bullshit!” Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!
Sally was crying now, as much from the things he was saying, as from the pain. This was a man who’d loved her once, how could she have screwed up so badly? Somehow she’d been such a bitch, she had turned him against her.
“Please,” thought Sally silently. “Please give me another chance! I’m sorry I was such a bitch. I was just trying to be an empowered and independent woman. I was just doing what everyone said I was supposed to do. I didn’t mean to make you hate me.”