Hurrah it’s Literary Lion time once again and this weeks theme is Gambling!
My tale this week is darker than usual so be warned.
Alice took a step back and surveyed her handiwork.
Stuart was naked and strung up by the wrists, restrained by a long length of strong red cord, that crisscrossed his body in an elaborate pattern.
The cord passed through the ring of a thick red leather collar and was attached to a pulley that dangled from the steel girder above. The tight collar was locked into place with a heavy padlock.
He was suspended, his toes just making contact with the cold concrete floor. Any attempt to move or change his position would increase the pressure around his neck.
Perfect, she thought.
Stuart came around slowly from the drug she had administered, and stared with wild watery eyes, trying to speak but managing only mumbled sounds. A steady stream of saliva drooled from the corners of his mouth.
She slowly approached her mouth to his ear and gently nibbled the earlobe.
“Shhhh … there there …”, she murmured; like a mother to a crying baby.
“Don’t fret; relax; … let go.”
She kissed two fingers of her right hand then softly caressed his cheek before passing behind him and out of view.
Positioning her knee in the small of his back she seized him around the shoulders pulling him back towards her with great force. Feeling his bones crunch as one shoulder blade slowly and painfully approached the other, she laughed as his screams echoed vainly in the abandoned warehouse.
“Worthless piece of shit!” she bellowed.
“Pea-brained imbecile!” she howled as she threw him forwards, relishing the strange throttled sounds coming from his crushed vocal chords.
She pulled a knife from her belt and turning around and around, stabbed him randomly on his arms, belly and thighs; pulling blood but making sure his wounds weren’t too deep.
She wasn’t finished with him yet.
Extracting her mobile she pressed play on the last voicemail and held it to his ear.
Stuart heard his own sneering voice.
“So, I owe 500K. You’ll just have to wait, bitch. I’ll wager you’ve not got the guts to …”
She stopped the recording and stepped back fixing his gaze with hers.
When she spoke her voice rolled over her tongue like acid, “You’re my bitch now, Stuart, and I wouldn’t speculate on this ending well if I were you.”