The Story (part two)

On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

Leesa ate a leisurely dinner, showered and watched a movie while she waited for her new play thing to wake. As the movie ended, a wicked smile spread across her face. It was time. She raced down the stairs to the basement. She had done a little remodeling since she had moved in. There was now a concrete wall and steel door separating the stairs from the "Play Room". Leesa straightened herself up and took a deep breath. Grabbing the door knob, she swung open the door and stepped in the room like a performer coming onstage. Her eyes are immediately drawn to the middle of the room where the medical table sits, and strapped to it is her newest friend.

Good evening. I am Leesa and I will be your torturer tonight, and tomorrow night, and probably the night after that."

The man's eyes widen until it looks like they are going to explode out of his face. As their eyes lock, Leesa's eyes flash showing him just a hint of the creature she truly is as well as the madness that drives the beast. She closed the door and locked it without ever loosing eye contact.

Leesa let out a soft moan as the man began to scream.

She approached the foot of the table and looked her subject up and down. A good strong guy, he should last a while. She hums softly to herself, running her hand up his body as she walks beside the table. There is a tray beside him with some "tools" on it. She grabs a pair of sharp scissors and begins to cut away his clothes.

I know you are now wondering how you got into this situation. I promise it was nothing you have done wrong in your past. No Karma here tonight. Just shear randomness. You happened to cross the path of the beast at just the right time. Imagine if you hadn't run that red light, or if you had just held that door for that little old lady, or if one of your friends had been the one to knock on my door. You might have missed me. It might have been some other fellow lying here.

She carefully removes his shirt and throws it in a conveniently placed trash can. She runs her hands along his chest. No tattoos, no scars, a beautiful clean slate for her to play on. Leesa starts on his pants.

I have no real ill will against you. I don't know if you are a good guy or a bad guy. Really doesn't matter. I am not here to judge you or to bring you absolution. You are here strictly for my pleasure. And perhaps yours from time to time.

She strokes his manhood as she cuts his jeans away from it. Then she giggles softly as it rises a bit at her touch. She then nicks it with the shears and laughs as he screams beneath his gag. She finishes removing his pants and throws them away as well. She stands at the end of the table and pulls the tray close to her searching it to find just the right item. She lifts the scalpel showing it to him

Don't fear, however, I'm not going to kill you.....

She speaks in a voice both soothing and child like as she moves around the table and begins her first cut into his chest. The incision not enough to kill, just enough to scar

...not until you beg me to.