attempt escape

It was the remark about pierced nipples that brought me back to reality, if you could call this reality. I was up out of the chair before I knew what I was doing. I had never hit anyone before, but I punched the talking Blonde. Hard. She went flying. The man was stunned, just as I had been a minute before and I nearly made it past the **** and out the door before he grabbed my right arm and pulled me back, twisting my arm up behind my back until I thought it would break. I struggled just enough to assure myself it was a waste of energy to struggle further. The man jerked my arm higher, the pain of it shooting through my arm into my shoulder and down my back. I groaned, but refused to cry although I very much wanted to. There would be plenty of time for tears later I was sure.

The blonde female was still out cold on the floor. For a minute, I was afraid she was dead; but, when I glanced at the ****, I realized I didn’t care if she was dead. I did not want to be in the same kind of rubber and restraints tomorrow, and I had no doubt the woman on the floor intended that for me and much more. I looked at the **** and realized her eyes were laughing as she looked at the blonde Mistress on the floor. I heard the blonde’s voice in my head as she had talked about how the **** was broken, but from the look in the her eyes I thought, “She’s not nearly as broken as you think.” The **** glanced back at me and I could have sworn she nodded her head at me as a sort of tribute to my rashness. I looked back at the **** woman on the floor and enjoyed the sight; because I was sure I would not be enjoying much of anything again anytime soon.

The man held my arm while he ordered the **** out of the way and called to someone down the hall.

“Where did you think you were going?” he laughed quietly as he whispered in my ear. “You have no clothes. You have no clue where you are. Just what did you think you were going to do once you got out that door? You have caused yourself some serious pain by this foolish behavior.”

He nodded toward the woman on the floor. “My sister will not be a happy camper when she wakes up, and you, my dear will feel the brunt of her displeasure. I assure you.” Harry came in. He was a big man and was carrying a lot of metal.

The blonde man released my arm long enough to take wrist cuffs from Harry, then he pulled both arms roughly behind me and fastened the cuffs. Harry knelt down and attached another set of cuffs to my ankles. I would be able to walk, but just barely and my wrists were fastened tightly together.

The man moved his head, indicating to Harry to go tend to the woman on the floor. Harry picked her up and headed toward the door with her. I heard her moan, an unfortunate sign she was beginning to come around. The man motioned Harry and the **** out the door, then looked back at me and smiled.

“It really is a shame, you know. A whole week without a peep. Shaved and enlightened without so much as an eye twitch. ”

He shook his head and turned toward the door. “I was so looking forward to getting to know you.”

Then, still shaking his head, he walked out the door and I heard a key in the lock.