Cruelty

Perfect Wife - Diary of a bad time 8-9 Aug 2009 I was in a central Manchester hotel celebrating a business success with my husband Paul. We’d had a bottle of wine with our meal then headed to the bar where we downed a couple of shorts before ordering champagne. Paul doesn’t drink much so I was feeling pretty good after two vodkas and most of the wine and bubbly. I blame the alcohol; it made talk about how I longed for my ex lover’s big hard dick right now. My husband had set me up for an affair with a...

Destiny awoke with a start due to cold grasp of the morning wind. In a sleep deprived daze, Destiny remembered where she was- her mind was drawn to her release and then to the years’ worth of depravation that she had endured in the dungeons. These cruel memories, forever chipping at her sanity, brought an angry tear to her hazel eyes. She thought about suicide, taking her own life instead of submitting to the whims of those perverted old aristocrats. But these attitudes were only momentary, they instantly perished and were enveloped by a steely desire to fight on, to survive...

Day One: Monday Roasting Jeff For Jeff, walking toward that door was a quite strange feeling, in that he understood, at least on an intellectual level it's consequenses. This was the day of his fullfillment, the day he was raised and trained to since his birth, and he didn't hesitate the slightest bit. The shape of Jeffs body was no coincidence, his physical training and diet has been monitored with same same care as his psychological conditioning and his education, his genes were the result of carefull breeding and genetic engineering. He could hear the delivery truck drive away, and he...

Chapter Four Jason was lying on his back, spread eagle and howling in agony. Keeping him pinned to the ground were several strands of barbed wire, burrowing into his hands and feet like earthworms, while repeatedly surfacing only to dive back down. He could feel it all, every tearing slip of the metal blades severing veins and muscle cords, the splitting of his skin as they surfaced and submerged, and every drop of blood spraying from the shredded arteries. He had already lost so much blood, enough to die several times already, yet it still hissed from his ravaged body in...

Daniel marched the family into the unremarkable, remote, signless building. The door opened to a small empty waiting room. At the end was a clouded plexiglass divider separating a person from the room. Daniel walked over to the window enthusiastically, Sarah his wife followed quietly. Trailing behind cautiously were his sporty teenage sons Freddie and Chris, finally at the rear was Nicole. In case visual clues were not clear enough to express her dissatisfaction, the slamming of the door cleared that up. “Please don’t do that.” Sarah timidly advised. “Please fucking tell me where we are.” Nicole shot back. “Hey Bret...