CHAPTER 2: DISCOVERY
She never understood why she agreed in the end. Maybe it was the alcohol.
Maybe it was because she was bored. Maybe because she wanted something,
anything different. That night bright forth the most pathetic sex she'd ever
experienced. He played with her body a bit, but that calm expression never left
his face. He turned her over and did her from behind, then walked out of the
room without a word. He later returned with a glass of water which he placed on
the nightstand, pulled the covers over himself, and promptly fell asleep.
She lay there beside him for some time until the fuzziness had receded. What on
earth was she doing? This guy had about as much personality as road kill. He
hadn't uttered a word from the point that they'd left the bar, in the drive to
his place, as he undressed her, or even after he fucked her. That was it
really. He'd simply fucked her, like he said he would.
She made her way uncertainly to the kitchen, and stumbled along the way and
grabbed for a nearby desk, slamming down on the keyboard resting upon it. The
computer came to life and a light started flashing. "Oh shit." she thought.
The screen changed suddenly as it began to play a video. It took awhile for her
eyes to focus on the display. She could see rows of machines or frames or
something. As the camera zoomed in, her breath caught in her throat. There
were women secured to the metal frames. The camera zoomed in to one of them who
was struggling frantically. She was bent over a metal frame with her wrists and
ankles secured by manacles to the four metal posts which supported her torso.
It was built in such a way that her breasts hung down loosely under her, and her
buttocks jutted out behind her. Her neck was secured to the frame by a large
metal hasp. A metal band went around her head to push it against a resting
point underneath. As the camera moved towards the struggling girl, she emitted
muffled wails. The camera zoomed in on her face. She was young, maybe 20 years
old. Her mouth was pushed around a small bar with a large ball in the middle.
The metal band over her head ensured that she could not pull out of it.
Tears streamed down her cheeks and dropped to the concrete floor as her eyes
pleaded with the camera. Suddenly, they widened and she began to struggle
violently, shrieking behind her gag. The camera was walked to the edge of the
room and secured in place so that there was a view of all 4 of the frames. A
man moved in front of the camera. It was him! What the hell was he doing?
He calmly adjusted the camera, then, satisfied, he walked calmly to the frame.
Jenny could see the object of fear in his hand. He uncoiled the whip and let it
drag slowly behind him.
Jenny watched, enraptured, as he took up position behind the screaming girl.
The whip swung back, then snapped forward. The girl shrieked and bucked against
the frame, but it held her secure. He calmly snapped the whip at her exposed
buttocks while she screamed and sobbed into her gag.
Suddenly Jenny remembered herself. The screams were bound to wake him up. She
quickly stopped the video and tiptoed back to the bedroom. Thank god, he was
still asleep. Looking over her shoulder, the screen had gone dark once more.
She tiptoed back to the computer again and hit the eject button on the CD ROM.
A tray slid out to offer her a gold colored disk with black felt writing:
02-09-29. She looked thoughtfully at it a moment and then scanned the desk. An
empty case lay open amidst the clutter. She picked it up and examined the
spine: 02-09-29.
"I wonder how long he's been doing this?" she thought. She carefully opened one
of the desk drawers. Sticky notes, bits of paper, stapler, ruler, pens... She
went to the next one. Sheafs of paper and plastic dividers. The next drawer
revealed manila folders. A cursory flip through them revealed a bunch of
receipts. She closed the drawer. Backing up slightly, she surveyed the desk.
Off to the side was a small gray cabinet. There was a key in the lock. Her
heart pounded furiously as she approached and held out a shaky hand. Excitement
she had found, indeed!
She pulled at the cabinet drawer but it would not budge. Right, the key!
Unlocking it certainly helped, and the drawer slid open to reveal hundreds of
disks organized in rows, each with a date written on the spine. "Wow, this
guy's really a wacko!" she thought as she surveyed his history of torture. The
disks seemed to have been made about once a week or so, and extended back to
1998. She pulled out one of the more recent ones near the back of one of the
rows: 02-02-11.
Very quietly, she closed and locked the cabinet, then stuffed her ill-gotten
gains deep into her purse. She then tiptoed back to bed and tried rather
unsuccessfully to sleep.
Who were these women? How had they gotten there? And how long had they been
there? Was he going to kidnap her too? Her skin tingled all over as a thrill
worked its way down her spine. She looked over to the sleeping man next to her.
That this short, dumpy little man was capable of such things was simply
unimaginable. He didn't look dangerous at all, and yet... all those videos... 5
years worth almost. She pondered this for some time before eventually drifting
off to an uneasy sleep.
Waking up the next morning, she sat up with a start. She half expected to find
herself secured into one of those machines. She almost felt some sort of
strange ... disappointment?
Getting out of bed, she proceeded to take a shower, get dressed, and do her
makeup on the bed.
The man finally stirred. His eyes opened and regarded her impassively. "Make
me breakfast." he said.
"Make it yourself!" she snapped back.
"Then get out." he said simply, and closed his eyes.
Positively fuming, she let loose. "What the hell is with you, huh? You're
always rude, keep staring at me funny, and.. and you're pathetic in bed!" That
last part she'd blurted out. It's something you simply don't say to a guy and
she was sorry she'd said it.
"Are you making breakfast or not?" was his bland rebuttal.
"Fuck, no! I'm out of here!"
He rolled over and went back to sleep.
Why was he so impassive with her? She'd seen him smile in the video. Maybe
that was the only thing that got him off?
Either way, she was too pissed off to give it much thought. She grabbed up her
purse and left.
