She hummed with pleasure as she crouched down and grabbed my large toe with her grip. My eyes widened as my mind began to play out all the worst case scenarios. She dug her nails into my flesh and used the pliers to grip the end of my nail, jerking her hand and successfully tearing it out of the toe bed.
“Ahhhh!” My throat was hoarse from the scream that escaped me. Pure agony laced up my leg, adding to the dulling ache that was already present. I couldn’t hold it in, no matter how much of a soldier I was trained to be in this desolate world.
“That’s it. That’s a good little toy,” she purred, pressing her fingernail into the empty toe bed. Grinding my teeth down to hold in another scream, it felt like my jaw was about to pop out of socket from the pressure I was applying. I didn’t want to give her the pleasure of my agony. It was exactly what she wanted. The torture she applied to me was not only physical but very much mental.
She wanted to break me down.
She wanted me to transform into nothing but a vessel of pain for her pleasure.
Not long after the second toenail was removed, the darkness drifted in and out, drowning me and teasing me with just enough awareness to play companionship to the mental anguish that I was being put through.
I prayed my mind would float away to escape the pain. But prayers were obsolete here.
I hissed as she pulled the third toenail out from the same foot. I was surprised my flesh hadn’t gone numb from survival mode. Shock was what it was referred to. But my body refused to give me relief.
In and out I drifted. I thought of the day Katherine and I married one another, tying our union the only way we knew how. In a world where hope was dying, we found comfort in one another, in claiming each other to the world in front of witnesses. Each day we looked into each other’s eyes, never thinking we would ever be apart.
But things change.
Things always change.
It was my fault she had died. She died because I didn't protect her. I buried the only love I ever knew with my own two hands but I would be seeing her soon. This bloodsucking bitch would see to that.
Abyzou, as she called herself, tilted her head back in maniacal laughter, losing complete control over herself.
She chuckled louder as she grabbed my other foot, pausing for a moment to give me a false sense of hope. She jerked the toenail with all of her might, making me finally scream out in pain once more as blood continued to drip onto the concrete floor.
She stopped and lifted the bottom of her mask and began sucking on my toe. I closed my eyes, trying to will myself to have control over the pain only to hiss when her tongue scraped across my open flesh wound, inadvertently causing my dick to harden. My body’s reaction both confused me and pissed me off but it caught her attention.
“So, my pet, youenjoythe pain.” Her voice had a flirtatious purr at the end.
I hated it. I hated everything about her. I kept my eyes closed, willing the pain to subside, refusing to look her in the eye. It didn’t matter, of course.
She continued talking. “For that, you deserve a bit of pleasure.”
I choked when she grabbed my dick with a firm grip, stroking it once and then swirling her tongue around the crown and tip. With the never ending hours of torture, this little bit of pleasure felt enhanced, my dick was hypersensitive and an involuntary moan escaped me despite the pain of my body threatening to consume me.
“Like that, did you? I bet you did. What would you do to be a good little toy, hmm? Do you deserve more pleasure? Shall I give it to you?” She chuckled and sighed as my eyes fluttered open with my head tilted back, staring at the bare ceiling. I breathed slowly through my nose, telling my body to lose tension because all the tension was doing was making me hurt more. “Mmm. Let’s see what you taste like, shall we?”
Before I could refuse or struggle, she enveloped my entire dick in her hot mouth, taking it down her throat. I wanted to fight her but the pleasure she pulled from my hard dick drove me into madness—what I was already slowly succumbing to. Her hand vigorously rubbed the shaft again and again while she sucked without mercy. I held back my moans as best as I could, but with one deep plunge into the back of her throat, I could no longer hold back. Her nails dug into the skin of my ass, raking across my skin and drawing blood while she sucked and licked until precum coated her tongue.
She licked her lips and stopped her tortures for a moment. “Now, we’re getting somewhere, little pet.”
I struggled against the chains, rattling them overhead. I wanted her to stop but did I really? My body seemed to have other plans as my cock continued to stand at attention, pointing directly at her. These mind games would be the death of me. Pain. Pleasure. Pain. I didn’t know what to expect and that was the truly terrifying part of it all.
She chuckled at my inner turmoil, fanning the flames by leaning in and covering my cock once more. With a final hard suck, her hand gripped my shaft and rubbed it expertly until I released my seed down her throat. She hummed in approval as she continued sucking, taking everything I gave her, everything she coerced out of me. I moaned while she laughed, tickled by how easily her toy did what she wanted despite the pain. She bobbed her head and pulled away, her eyes glistening with something I couldn’t name. Whatever it was, there was nothing good behind it.
“You enjoyed that. I like a toy that plays back.”
“What's your game?” I barked out, knowing full well what her game was. But as the darkness faded in and out after she took my energy from me, my mind wasn’t thinking clearly.
She was driving me mad with her sick little games. She was succeeding. Fuck her.
My eyes fluttered for a few moments as I fought consciousness. I watched as she pulled up her mask just enough to whistle.
Warm blood ran down my wrists, making them slip around the chains but not enough for me to remove my hands from my restraints. How long had I been here? One day? Two? It was all beginning to blur. The room didn’t allot for any sunlight to penetrate, making it that much harder to determine the course of time.
Just when I was catching my breath and letting my body slump into relaxation, she quickly grabbed the next toe and ripped another nail away from the nail bed.
