She stared down at him and spat in his face. The chains and shackles, even the glistening urine in her pubic mound and along her legs, did nothing at all to reduce the majesty of her glare.
Leo walked slowly back to the table, and wiped the spittle off his face with the handkerchief Helena handed him. Then he turned around, walked slowly back to the prisoner, and slapped her across her face so hard that her head slammed into the wall. Blood began trickling slowly from the corner of her mouth and a small gash on the side of her forehead. Her glare lost none of its intensity, but she did not spit at him again.
“name? nation?” Leo did not expect an answer at this point, nor did he really want to receive one. The game had started, and he enjoyed playing it through..
He turned back towards the table to find Helena looking at him through pleading eyes. “Please sire, may I start?”
“Beloved, you know I cannot refuse you. Please, begin”
Helena immediately lifted from the table a small but extremely sharp scalpel, attached to a foot long gentle handle, not unlike a cigarette holder. She walked up to the prisoner, and used the device to draw a red line along her inner arm from her left elbow to her left armpit.
Dark red blood welled up in the gash and began dripping sporadically, from multiple points along the red line. The prisoner did not make a sound or stop glaring. Helena smiled and turned to Leo. “Sire, I truly believe this one is special”.
Leo nodded in agreement, and his eyes glittered in excitement.
Helena walked across the prisoner and moved the device to her left hand. She stood close to the prisoner, with a distance of no more than 4 inches between their faces, and grabbed the glistening wet hair between her legs while slowly drawing an identical line on her right arm. The prisoner continued staring her in the eyes, and as she lowered the device, made an obscene kissing gesture at her. Helena pulled her pubic hair once, quickly, strongly, and was rewarded with a tiny flicker of the glare and wincing of the lips. She laughed loudly, then turned to Leo “Perhaps not quite as tough as I originally assumed….”
Leo took 2 quick steps, embraced Helena and kissed her roughly. “Beloved, none can resist you, but I believe you were correct initially. He kissed her again, longer, took the device from her hand and drew a diagonal line across the prisoner’s body, from her right shoulder to her left hip, marking the edge of her right breast. His lips never left Helena’s, and the prisoner never made a sound.
He turned back towards the table, trying to decide what he will use next..
To be continued...
