Started: September 2021
Finished: October 2021
Lady Jessica woke and found herself laying on table, tied head to toe with her arms wrapped about her. A simple cloth was tied around her mouth so she couldn't speak. There was low lighting but the light lit nothingness. It was like a table floating in an abyss, like a nightmare. Her thoughts went to her Duke and her son. She heard light steps, shattering her out of her reverie. "Hello beautiful," a male voice said coldly, quietly and evenly. "So good to finally see you." He looked down his nose at her. She tried the ropes and found they actually tightened as she moved. She gasped. "Yes," he began with a hint of amusement. "The rope is made of Crimskill fiber that tightens as you try to escape. So please, try to escape." She looked at him defiantly as he paced slowly around the table.
"Do you want to know how I infiltrated your house?" he asked. "I took Dr. Yeoh's wife and I tortured her, in front of him. It didn't take very long, to my dismay, for that to break his Suk conditioning. I sent him back to you and kept his wife." Starting at her feet, he ran his fingers up her body. She squirmed again, causing the ropes to tighten. He spoke softly. "I was however, noncommittal in my promise to keep my hands off her, in his absence. She was so very pretty, like you." She turned her head away as tear drops fell. "He was a good man," he said in a mock comforting way and squeezed her shoulder. "I know he was."
"I don't have a particular interest in your Duke or your son. However, since they are presently in my care, it would be a wasted opportunity for, entertainment, not to take advantage. I just couldn't decided what to do first. Torture them, while I make you watch, or amuse myself with you and make them watch. Or spend sometime with them alone and nearly exhaust myself, then fall asleep with you. I'd enjoy all of them, immensely." At the cruel revelation, tears ran down the sides of her head. He brushed his thumb over the moisture and brought it to his lips. "If it where the Lady Jessica's choice, what would she choose? Nod for me. Them. You. Them, while I mercifully leave you out of it." Her mind spun and she couldn't concentrate on what he was saying, let alone choose. "Choose!" he shouted, making her flinch and cry uncontrollably. He took his time, his fingers played in her tears, caressing her in a way that could've been comforting. "Them," he began again. "You," She nodded quickly. He made sure she saw him smile with all of his sharp teeth. "My Lady, my Jessica, what you want, would be the last thing I would do."
"Shame to keep you tied up like this." He pulled as her restrains causing her more discomfort. "It's not my idea of fun, at least, not all the time. Pity we can't have a chat." He took her face and turned her toward him. "I do enjoying hearing what my slaves have to say. And I so long to hear my name on your lips." She made angry and pitiable noises, words that he could only gleefully imagine. He smiled broadly. "A little fight in you, I like that. They tell me to stop. They beg me. And I do, sometimes. Sometimes I am kind. Not because I have any mercy in me but because, it keeps them on their toes," he said quietly, chillingly and contented. "It keeps me fed. You can't keep a lion around if you don't intend to feed it. And you, for such a long time, I've wanted to sink my teeth in you."