The Cell

"if you keep squirming I'll drop you."

He growled as I earned another slap. *This shouldn't be happening!* I thought as the heat from his stinging handprints soaks down to my core.

I felt him shift as I was carried down three flights of stairs.

"Please, you don't have to do this!" I pleaded. Images of spider infested cages and the pit from silence of the lambs flashing through my head.

"You are here to learn the consequences of your actions Missy." I felt him lean down before a ominous creak told me a metal door was opening.

"I've given you one rule so far and you've done your best to defy it."

He set me on a cot. A thin blanket was the only padding. His hand cupping my chin as he lifted the blindfold. The room was cold bare concrete. Clean and bare of anything but a single bulb and the cot. Not even a light switch.

"Sometimes the old punishments are best. Sending you to bed without supper. Nothing to distract you from why I decided to punish you."

He held a black ball in his hand, a ball gag but I thought those are normally red...And about three sizes smaller.

"Any last words for the night Missy?"