Page 17 of Violent Delights

He’s right there. He can hear me, but he doesn’t react to my pleas. What am I supposed to do? Tears blur my vision as I lower my eyes.

“Please,” I beg, my voice so low that I don’t even think he can hear me. “Please let me out. I can’t go on any longer. Please, please, please...”

My words evolve into sobbing, as I bury my face in my hands, crushed with the loss of my last remaining hope. I’m going to pee myself, and won’t that just be the frosting on the cake of what is definitely the most horrible experience of my life? Is that what he wants? For me to utterly humiliate myself? What does he want from me?

Then I realize, there is something he said he wanted from me. I look up, my eyes widening with understanding, as tears continue rolling down my face.

“Master,” I breathe. “Please, Master. I beg you to let me out.”

I pause, holding my breath as I wait for his response.

“I promise to be a good girl,” I add.

Not even two seconds pass before I can hear steps approaching on the other side of the door.

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