"Oh, yeah, you're gonna beg and moan like the bitch you know you are, hon," I say as I take your hand. its ice cold with fear, and tense with fear making it hard, like my shlong. I start tying your hand to the bed and reach for the other one, then I tie your ankles at your wrists.

glancing back at the knife I get an even more sadistic smile. "I could kill you if you like when I'm all done. you know do you don't have to live in shame. would you like that?"