The lust growing all the more when in his eyes one finds only pity, towards me and what I have become. But I do not want his compassion, especially not from him, not from the one who abandoned me when our parents died a year ago in a tragic accident. It is the time or never to make him pay, he who is the source of my suffering, I will make him pay his debt forever.

By pulling on the rope, his skin stretches leisurely under his weight. The wounds become so severe that they can no longer stop the bleeding. These can be fatal. I don't want him to perish so promptly because I just started to play.

I loosen the rope and the body falls with a dry thud on the table, a groan of pain which leads one of my most sadistic...