He tied me up.

We were no longer in his office. He had drug me to a weird room with beige wallpaper. Leather couches, chains from the ceiling, cages, strapped bed sets, and a big X looking thing with straps on it sitting on the wall. It was wooden and seriously odd.

What was odder was what I was strapped too. I didn't even know what to call this damn thing. I felt like I was going to be beheaded like in the old days.

It was red and black. Leather like in it's texture, and it had me bound and bent over like I was dog.

I felt hot tears leave my eyes and travel down my cheeks as I watched him pace back in forth in the room. He looked like a kid in a candy store. Excited and uncertain about what to do with the situation.

"It's been so long since I've had a plaything in here that I'm rather unsure on how to start your discipline. Not only that but a nigger plaything!" He hollered out.

Walking in front of me then bending down.

"Now that darling, is a first."

"I see," I reply. This man is a fucking lunatic...

"So, on that note. I need to know a few things about my play thing. Understood?" He asked. I nodded stiffly through my bondage.

"Words darling, words or I'll be forced to assume what you want and or mean. Which is bad for you, as I tend to be quite creative with my answers." He winked.

"Y-yes sir, Mr. Colonel." I stutter.

"Good pet, good pet indeed," He smirked. I just give a fake smile through my tears as he patted my cheek.

"How old is my pet?"

"I'm fifteen, sir"

"Fifteen?! Now that was unexpected!" He snicked. "However, I like the surprise. You'd be the youngest woman I've ever had. Two firsts already pet! I wonder what other surprises you have."

I gulp nervously as he ran his finger down my cheek, and then tilted my chin so I could stare into his iceberg eyes.

"Weight? Height? Virgin or whore?" He proceeded.

"140 I think, 5'5, and virgin sir."

"Truly? Or are you ashamed?" He beckoned. Pulling a knife out of his boot and putting it near my face. "I don't like being lied to."

"I truly am a virgin! Sir I promise!" I panic.

Please crazy ass man, don't kill me! I felt my eyes bulging. He leaned in closer.

"I don't believe you. I think my pet is a lying whore. And whores don't get treated very nicely around here baby. But since it's settled that you're lying. And an untrustworthy pet once again, I'm going to punish you...VERY badly." He chuckled.

Oh shit, he hopped up from his bent stance and walked to one of the two the wooden cabinets in the room. He unlocked it and threw it open.

"Oh no, that's the fun stuff. Where are my other toys, the painful ones." He remarked.

My jaw dropped at the sight. THAT was the fun stuff?! What the hell was the bad stuff?! Oh my god, I'm going to die! There was all sex torture devices in there!

"Ahh, there we go. In my other cabinet."

I felt terror shoot through my veins as he swung open the the cabinet and pulled out a large stick with tiny flesh slicing blades around the top. Oh my god...what the fuck is that for?!

"I hear whores like big things. Think this will do?"