Page 20 of Little Puppet

I keep pleading with the deity as my kidnapper moves off the bed and out of the room, claiming he has some grand idea of how to punish me.

I’m sobbing by the time he comes back and gets onto the bed a little too giddily.

“Oh, don’t cry, darling. You’re going to love what I have in store. And if you don’t, you brought it on yourself, didn’t you?” He shrugs as I nod in agreement.

By the end of this week, I think I’ll be begging for death.

At first,I thought he wouldn’t come back, but then I heard him clambering back through the house. He’s got a black box with him, and he gets back on the bed between my spread legs. I lift my head to watch him work, and he acts as if he’s consumed by thoughts of whatever the box he has offers.

“What is that?” I ask, forgetting the new rule about speaking when spoken to altogether.

“Don’t worry, puppet. We’re going to fix that mouthy little issue you have.”

He takes out what looks to be a probe with a cord attached. The cord splits into two small plugs, which he plugs into the small device. He then lays the device down on the bed.

“This, my darling, is a TENS unit. They’re used for nerve stimulation. What I use it for, however, is a far cry from relieving pain. I use it to train whores to know their place.”

I bite back my anger, barely, at his words. Fire rages in my chest. Who the fuck does he think he is…

The thought dies as he invades my center with the probe. It’s cold and hard, unfamiliar.

Once he has it deeply seated inside me, he sits back and grabs the small box attached to it.

“Now, we test it.”

He turns a dial on the top of the box, and a jolt of electricity shoots through me. I arch off the bed and scream bloody murder.

“Please, please, stop. I’ll behave!” I beg.

It doesn’t hurt, but I don’t want him to do it again. It’s like every nerve in my body clamped down at once, like being electrocuted from the inside out.

His dark chuckle only strums me like the aftershocks of an earthquake. “Will you, now?”

I nod frantically.

“A lie, clearly.”

He turns the dial up again, this time further, leaving it on longer.

My body seizes off the bed, arching into the power rumbling through me, and my teeth and jaw clench tight.

“Help!” I manage to scream before he dials it up further.

“They can’t hear you scream, puppet. They’re all too afraid to save you.”

He turns the dial off, and I pant in relief. The thrumming of my center is all I can focus on.

The second throb of my core is becoming unbearable. He crawls over me on the bed from where he’d been between my legs, hovering his face over mine.

“They’d rather save themselves, darling. They’d turn the other cheek even if they knew you were here. I’m the only one who cares.”

I lick my lips, unabashedly looking at his as I imagine how they’d feel on mine.

Madness, he’s torturing you. Don’t fall for his allure.

I can’t get caught in the spider’s web.

He’s venomous.

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