You are politely asked for documents.

You blink a few times, to adjust to the sudden light. You are in the small room – some type of magazine. You must be on some construction site, there are many cables and pipes laying around. Except you and the guy with the scar, there is another man. Older, thin, collected and completely indifferent to your state.. or do anything at all.

The man with a scar enters your vision, leans against the wall and addresses you.

“So, Mrs Saunders.” He starts happily as if you were not tied, gagged and with your tits hanging on display. The man has total control over you and he knows it... and you are terrified of that... and excited because of that. But still, despite these feelings running through your head, you manage to keep your composure.

You turn to the man, slowly lean back and cross your legs – then you nod to the man. His smiles widen as if you scored some points.

“We want something that is in your possession. The files on the Balestrieri case – all of them that are in your possession.” You gulp realizing just what you are involved into.

Balestrieri case includes a modern mafia. Protection racketeering, gambling, loan sharking, ****-trafficking, prostitution, fraud, bribery – they do it all. Balestrieri is the name of the councilman who was bribed by the criminal organization, to help them cover the illegal business. The case-files included things like pictures, movies, tapes and documents that would burden the council-member with evidence to charge with a life sentence.

It was your private project, which you worked on quietly for last nineteen months – it was supposed to be the case that would give you fame and respect among the lawyers. And most importantly, no one was supposed to know. How did they know? You covered all of your tracks, made sure that there were no connections, no flags raised.

“Now, you can just tell me where did you hide them...” the man continues, then nods at older man “or you can talk with that gentleman.”

Hearing this, the older man walks to the back of the room, then brought a chair with two steel dildos attached and put it in the centre of the room. Then he walks up to the two cases – which you haven't noticed earlier, and opens them-

Your blood runs cold and you slowly uncrossed your legs.

Whips of different kinds, long needles, various clips and clamps, candles, many other tools you don't recognize, some medical equipment and bags, funnel? branding iron-

A sudden crack brings your attention back to the older man. He holds clamps with wires connected some type of electrical equipment – a car rectifier? – and testing it. Then he walks up to the chair, kneeled and-

You gulp loudly, not even pretending anymore that you are composed.

The man connected the clamps of electrical equipment to the parts two dildos that were sticking from below the chair. He looked at you and spoke for the first time.

“Your flesh will close the circuit between the pole A and pole B, allowing the current to flow.”

He explained as if he was teaching someone, pointing at each dildo as he spoke – which was rather unnerving. These people were not normal.

Then the older man went back to equipment and took another pair of clamps and turned to look directly at you- no at your breasts.

“It's good that you have rings. At some point, subjects are shaking so much that the clamps just slide from them.” He said casually as if he was giving points to a student for a good work during a lesson. It was as fascinating as terrifying.

The older man nodded and started changing the clamps into a smaller pair.

You watch, like charmed, as the man slowly prepared the **** tools, your entire body trembling from fear – but not only. You were far more than aware, that despite the severity of the situation, your lust was almost as great as your fear.

“Mrs Saunders?” the scarred man asked, bringing your attention back to him. “I will ask again. Will you kindly give me everything connected to the Balestrieri case?”

A part of you – the logical part – wants to give everything to the man. Sure you would lose the case, but there are no names of your witnesses in the documents, no one would suffer if you gave up the files... and you have little doubts, that the men will extract any answers they want from you.

The other part – the one controlled by lust – wants to resist to experience whatever they would throw at you – or, at least try. Besides, you worked on this case for almost two years and giving up without the fight was just not right.

You swallow and