The water he hosed her off with was icy, which turned the weeping to harsh gasps and small shrieks. That was better.
“Well now, that was refreshing, wasn’t it? Bracing. You have excellent muscle tone, I must say. A strong, healthy body makes such a difference.”
She was shivering now, violently, her teeth chattering, her lips pale blue. It might be interesting, he decided, to follow up the cold with heat.
“Please,” she choked out when he turned away to study his tools. “What do you want? What do you want?”
“Everything you can give me,” he replied. He chose his smallest torch, flicked on the flame, then narrowed it to the point of a pin.
When he turned, when her eyes wheeled toward that flame, she rewarded him with those wild, wild screams.
“Let’s get started, shall we?”
He moved to the base of the table, smiled in delight at the high, elegant arch of her feet.
Subject: the pinball 
Sun Aug 07, 2011 11:42 pm