Eyes popping out of his head, the Captive gave an animalistic grunt. A hard rap on the door. “Just I and you again, how the mighty fall, here I am, reduced to working with a recycled turd like your good self.”
Wanda lazily drew the word ‘bitch’ on his forehead in pink lipstick and loosed freezing laughter that resonated within the chamber. The Servant picked him up easily and secured his head and wrists in the pillory. “Kisses, bitch,” said Wanda, dripping candle wax onto his chest. Wanda observed the excrement hitting the floor with horrified fascination. “Milton, be a darling and give his arse a wipe, there’s some wet wipes on the table, just get the shit off and dab a bit of blood on,” said Wanda. Milton had patched the Client’s wounds up, run him a hot bath, got him settled. Read 6480 times |
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Wanda delivered a crisply executed slap across his face, startling the Captive and making him piss again, the blow hard enough to mark his left cheek. Wanda had accepted the compliment with customary grace and self-deprecation. “Milton, go and wait outside the door. In some ways this is a family heirloom,” said Wanda, almost wistful.
