chapter five

She sidled up to him with a careless walk that suggested that she wasn’t in the mood for torture, but she was going to anyways, he knew. What else had she to do that afternoon?
The torture room was strictly standard issue. Four cool grey concrete walls. No one would be able to tunnel outta this one. A venetian blinded slatted window to let in just enough sunlight when desired but mainly kept tightly closed. If your perps didn't know what time of the day it was, that was a pretty good psychological ploy. Fave loved psych outs.
She walked around the room, her heels clicking on the concrete floors. And looked over her shoulder at him. He stared at the poster of the kitten holding onto the branch by its front paws. "Hang In There..." was the inscription. That was one of hers.
She stopped in front of him and licked her lips savouring that moment that comes just before the expected unexpected happens. That was her favourite part about torture. They never knew what was coming next, but they knew it was coming. Favourite Delight could see it in his eyes and in his uncomfortable squirming.
Oh why must they tie these knots so tightly? Its so hard to torture people if they are already uncomfortable to begin with. She bent down close to the bridge of his neck and collarbone. His breathing became deeper. She breathed lightly on the nape of his neck. Couldn't help it. His eyes widened slightly and then she did it. Fave extended her tongue and licked the skin. He squirmed and then opened his eyes a bit and looked back at her. He hadn’t recoiled as much as she thought that he would and that pleased her and also gave Fave a small thrill of challenge.
Hmmm... and that usually skeezed most guys out who weren’t expecting this warm mixture of revulsion and eroticism mixed together in one. Well, maybe he was different. Fave knew that she would have to mix this one just a bit.