Jeff’s breathing came faster as he heard Jessica’s slow methodical steps coming up the metal staircase, click . . . click . . .click. He tried to twist his arms out of the restraints that held him to the chair, but they were too tight. Click . . . click . . . click. She’s now coming down the hallway. The sound reminded him of the metronome on top of the piano of his music teacher’s home when he was a little boy. The rhythmic ticking that was supposed to help keep a student in time while playing a piece of ancient music. Click . . . click . . . click.
The door opened with a groan that was reminiscent of an old-time horror movie. Jeff could feel his heart in his throat as he spied Jessica come through the entrance. Her lab coat was not the normal white color but a deep brilliant red. The color of blood came to Jeff’s panicked mind. The coat came down past her pencil skirt, but that was not difficult. A regular jacket would have covered the skirt. She stopped in front of Jeff and placed her right foot on his stomach. The red soled Christian Louboutin pump rested on his lower abdomen, but the heel was dangerously close to his crotch. Jeff dared not breathe for fear that she would use that heel as a very effective weapon.
“We are now going to discuss what you know about Project X,” Jessica whispered. “This can go one of two ways. You can tell me everything, in which case you leave here intact, or you can resist, in which case you will leave here sans a few parts.” For emphasis, she leaned the heel into his flesh.
“There’s a third option,” Jeff nervously suggested. “I could choose to forget, and we can avoid any more unpleasantries.”
Jessica laughed as she lowered her foot back to the floor then stepped around to the table behind him. Click . . . click . . . click.
“You are a funny man,” she responded as she looked at the different instruments at her disposal on the stainless steel table. “Remember, though. Making you talk is not unpleasant; at least not for me.”
She picked up a cat o’ nine and lightly flicked the leather strips over his shoulder. There was no force behind the cast and they landed gently on his chest. As she slowly pulled the whip across his skin, goosebumps trailed behind the leather. Jeff audibly sucked in his breath and Jessica smiled at his response. The next cast she made was with a significant amount of force. It landed on the table with a large ‘whack’ and caused the other objects to clatter loudly. Jeff jumped with fright.
“Please, I won’t tell anyone anything,” he begged.
Jessica picked up her next instrument of choice. She brought her lips right next to his ear as she rubbed the rabbit fur glove over his shoulder and down his arm. “I know, baby. But we still need to finish this session.”
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One never knows where a prompt might lead. This bit of devilry was inspired by Inspiration Monday.
There are none. Read the prompts, get inspired, write something. No word count minimum or maximum. You don’t have to include the exact prompt in your piece, and you can interpret the prompt(s) any way you like.
No really; I need rules!
Okay; write 200-500 words on the prompt of your choice. You may either use the prompt as the title of your piece or work it into the body of your piece. You must complete it before 6 pm CST on the Monday following this post.
CHOOSE TO FORGET
SOUNDS IN SPACE
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