Story: Bad Girl

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:The girl whimpered as he prepared her "torture table". Already he had :: affixed stirrups for her knees and ankles. Their positions and angles :: would keep her knees lifted and spread as far as possible, while also :: keeping her feet to the sides and out of the way. He was now :: tightening the straps that hold down the rest of her body, to make :: sure she couldn't alter her torture with any movement. Finally :: satisfied, he turned and smiled at her. "Ready?" he asked cheerfully. :: He seemed completely at ease with the fact that he had abducted her :: against her will, and was about to strap her down and torture her. :: Mutely, she shook her head, too scared to speak. "Alright, suit :: yourself, I'm not ready yet anyway. Gotta get the tools ready." With :: that, he went walking around the small studio apartment, picking :: things up and examining them as if seeing them for the first time. He :: seemed to find fault with everything, until he walked out of the small :: bathroom, carrying a still-packaged toothbrush. He waved it at her, :: as though he had found his missing car keys. "Bet I can put this to :: better use than brushing my teeth", he joked, dropping it on the :: table. The girl, Beth, looked at him with such misery, that for a :: moment he almost doubted himself. "Beth, you wanted this, remember?" :: Looking up at him, now curious, she waited to see if he would say :: more. She didn't dare speak, for fear that she might say the wrong :: thing, and worsen her fate. But he had forgotten her for the moment :: as returned to his search for "tools". She watched in silent :: despair,as he opened a closet and took out an old beat-up lamp. :: Looking at it pensively, he finally shrugged, and ripped the cord out :: of it. The cord was about four feet long, but a quick snip of the :: scissors remedied that. He now held what looked like a small whip in :: his hands, about one and a half feet long. He brought it over and :: laid on the table next to the toothbrush, after a few test swings, :: looking quite proud of himself. She stared with the same terrified :: fascination that she might feel for a black snake. What part of her :: body was he planning to use that on, she wondered. It looked as :: vicious as any whip one might find in a BSDM shop. She turned her :: attention back to her captor, as he looked for items he could hurt her :: with...to be continued... : :: Is this story worth continuing? Comments are more than welcome. :: Thankx : :

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