Three

Me gets to her feet. and reaches behind the chair. “They say bad things come in threes,” she says, pulling out a baseball bat, “and maybe they’re right.” She walks towards you, swinging the bat in the air.

“You know what bats are made for hitting,” she says, lifting the baseball bat up and pushing it against your balls. “Or maybe I’ll go for your head, three strikes and you’re out.” She lifts the bat up, rubbing the end against your torso.

“No, don’t want to give you the comfort of unconsciousness,” she says, swinging the bat back down, and proceeds to walk around you, looking at your naked body. deciding on her target. She falls into silence as she continues to circle you, and you wonder when the first blow’s going to hit.

You don’t have to wait long, as she swings the bat into the back of your thighs. You cry out in pain, but she shows no mercy, striking out again, this time hitting you in the ribs, and then once more, in the shins. You hang there in pain, your scream drowning out whatever she’s now saying, tears in your eyes making her smiling face a blur.

She walks away from you, twirling the baseball bat, and then places it back behind the chair.