**Warning: we are getting pretty graphic with the torture this time.**
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There is something so satisfying, so PRIMAL, about the sensation of a blade digging into flesh. For me, it’s extremely difficult to put it into words.
It’s like that first scoop into a fresh jar of peanut butter, or taking the plastic off of a screen, just…so…damn…satisfying.
As my dual-pronged claw traveled down Sadie’s chest, I watched in fascination as the blood pooled around the straight centimeter-deep incisions I was creating along the way.
Popular forms of media and even old stories will tell you that revenge isn’t sweet, that it doesn’t make things better, but as I began carving parallel lines across the helpless girl’s chest, I can tell you without an ounce of remorse or doubt, it DOES make you feel better.
After the initial incisions, I began drawing patterns all over her torso, careful not to go too deep and narrowly avoiding any places that would cause her to bleed out too quickly, as I wished to prolong this as much as possible.
Well, that, and from the beginning, it was never my intention to kill her; no, I had a much deeper plan in mind for this bitch.
Tracing out her ribcage, I gave her several stripes on each side of her body until finally, after 15 minutes, I was finished with the first of many art pieces.
Moving my arm away from her body, I smiled and looked into Sadie’s eyes, and what I saw there made things that much more enjoyable.
Gone was the defiance she had been showing; gone was any hope of me releasing her, and in its place was fear, anguish, and, of course, agony.
Tears and caked makeup trailed down her cheeks as she noticed the body she was once so proud of was being destroyed before her very eyes.
Dozens of cleanly cut lines covered her torso, tracing out her bone structure and making it look like she was wearing a painted-on skeleton.
"Hm…hmmm, what next," standing in a pose that allowed me to hold my chin with my left hand while my right rested on my left elbow, I examined my work carefully before reaching into my inventory and withdrawing a healing paste.
Now, this was no ordinary healing salve; it was a concoction of my own creation. Not only would it inflict white-hot pain akin to having molten metal dropping on your flesh, but it would also stimulate the body’s natural healing properties.
So unlike potions that would fully heal any tissue damage, this salve was dual-purposed. It would inflict excruciating pain while scarifying the injury under the surface of the skin.
What that means is that while it may heal on the surface and would be invisible to the human eye, it was hiding in plain sight, mere centimeters under the skin.
Think of it as me turning the cuts into a tattoo that I could bring to the surface whenever I wanted.
Opening the jar of salve, I began lathering up Sadie’s naked and bloody torso while looking her directly in the eyes, and well, if eyes could speak, I knew hers would be screaming bloody murder.
Having tested this salve on not only multiple subjects but also myself, I knew how painful it was, and I prolonged the application for as long as possible, relishing in the sweet revenge I was getting on the girl who had made my last two years of high school a living hell.
Finishing up working on Sadie’s chest and torso, I went ahead and moved to each of her arms, yet I never went higher than her collarbones.
It was a personal preference, well, that, and I knew that I wouldn’t be able to restrain myself if I got too close to her jugular vein, so I let it go and, after giving her arms the same treatment as her torso, I moved down to the lower half of her body.
Her thick thighs became my playthings as I massaged them with one hand and sliced them up with the other, all the while taking care to keep everything intact.
Lastly, I moved down to her feet and took my time carving out the design of every small bone along the way before healing her back up with the salve and taking a step back to appreciate my work.
Once done, the next step was to repeat the entire process on her backside, so a bit of shimmying and undoing her bindings, I flipped Sadie over and went to work, finishing my work an hour later; it was done.
No longer did I have Sadie bound and strapped to the table; it wasn’t needed; she had already passed out from the pain partway through her left leg, well… and I had commanded her with Coersion not to move.
"Right, that was fun," stretching my back and shaking out my arms, I put away my claw and picked up the unconscious nude body before carrying her over toward the bathroom.
Cleanliness is key, as I always say, and right now, Sadie was covered in a mixture of sweat, salve, and blood, so If I was going to do anything else with her, there was no way I would be able to concentrate if she was caked in filth.
Thus began the process of me washing her body, freshening her up, and making her appear as clean as the moment I took her.
Once cleaned and dried off, I went ahead and took out some of the things I had prepared ahead of time for her and set about doing her hair in a fancy manner; it was time to give myself the ending I DESERVED THAT NIGHT!
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An hour and Forty-five minutes after I finished preparations, Sadie finally awoke, sitting in a chair and seemingly alone.
"Ahhhhhhhh~" Screaming, of course, was the first thing she decided to do, much to my annoyance, but not long after came the confusion I had expected.
With panic and labored breathing, the girl shakily got to her feet, with her head darting around the room, looking for me. Still, when she realized that she wasn’t in the place she had been before, confusion overrided her fear momentarily.
But her attention soon shifted until her mind blanked upon realizing…she was wearing the very same prom dress she had for Junior Prom a year ago, and then there was the silky sensation she felt sliding across her skin under the dress.
Something was wrong, and her brain couldn’t figure out what was happening.
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