A story about what one admirer would like to do to my pain slut alter-ego Lyzi. As ever, if you don't like adult material or it would be illegal for you to view it then don't read on. The content of this story is pretty extreme BDSM, so be warned. * * * *** Friday *** Ben should be used to this by now, but he still felt butterflies in his stomach. It was 8:00 Friday night and he had taken the day off from work to meet his new slave at the airport. People were filing out of the international arrival area by the hundreds. Limousine drivers and anxious lovers stood by the velvet ropes watching the parade of humanity rush out into the main concourse with luggage in tow. Scanning the streaming crowd, Guy caught the eye of a nubile young girl with short ginger-colored hair. He was surprised to see how petite and slender she was. Lyzi returned his gaze and ran into his arms. A few souls gawked at the sudden sight of a 40-year-old man and an 18-year-old girl kissing passionately, thoroughly swapping saliva. None dared offer a comment. Breaking their lip lock for breath, Guy asked, "How was your flight, Lyzi?" "It was so boring!" she gasped. Whispering, she added, "I can't wait for the torture to start!" "Well, the torture will have to wait until tomorrow. We can't make the last train now. So we'll stay in a hotel tonight and I'll take you home with me tomorrow." "Okay," she said. Hand in hand, Ben led Lyzi through the airport. Lyzi had traveled light, carrying only a small knapsack on her back. Ben had told her in their emails that she would be naked most of the time, as is proper for a slave. "What did you bring?" he asked. "I just brought a couple of changes of clothes, and a tiny bikini for when we go to that beach you told me about." "Lake George?" he said. "Yeah! That!" she said. "I also brought my video camera and some flesh tunnels, like I told you about." "Cool!" he said as the continued walking through the airport. Once outside, Ben hailed a cab to take them to one of the many hotels that surrounded the airport in Newark. Ben had made reservations, so they checked in quickly and went up to their room. "You must be tired and hungry after that flight, Lyzi. I'm sure tired after my long train ride to meet you here." "Yeah, let's eat. But you're going to starve me, right?" "Oh yeah! By the time you go back home, you'll be just flesh and bones. But for now, let's eat and hit the sack so I can take you home with me tomorrow." They went downstairs to the restaurant where Ben ordered grilled sandwiches for both of them. "What's the first thing you're going to do to torture me?" she asked. "Well, I'll probably lace your mouth shut first thing. After that, we'll see." "I'm so wet thinking about it, Ben!" "And I'm so hard thinking about it, too!" After dinner, they returned to the room and fell into each other's arms for another long passionate kiss. Ben leaned back in Lyzi's embrace. "I'm going to take a shower before bed. Care to join me?" "Sure!" said Lyzi. "I bet you just want to see me naked!" "I sure do!" he chuckled. Leading her into the bathroom, he began undressing her and kissing her. "Ooh, your body is so young and delicious!" he said. "When do I get to see yours?" she asked. "Right now," he answered and undressed in front of her. He stepped into her once again, and resumed kissing, his erect member pushing its way between her legs. "Ooh!" she gasped. Pulling her with him, he turned the water on and stepped into the shower. They soaped up, and kissed and washed their hair, and kissed, and rinsed off, and then they kissed. Turning the water off, Ben and Lyzi toweled each other off. Ben took her by the hand and led her back to the bedroom. "Now what?" she asked coyly. "Now we fuck." "Okay," she said. Climbing into bed together, he pushed her onto her back and mounted her. He immediately began to kiss her while pinching her nipples with his fingers. Lyzi responded eagerly, wrestling their tongues together and drinking each other's saliva. He soon crawled down her chest and began sucking on her nipples while she ran her nimble fingers through his dark hair. Her teenage breasts were small but firm, her nipples aroused to his touch. "Are you going to bite my nipples off now?" she asked nervously. He looked up from nibbling on her nipple. "Nah, I don't want any screaming tonight. I'll wait until after I've laced your mouth closed this weekend before I start eating your body." "I can't wait, Ben!" she panted. "It'll happen soon enough, Lyzi." He resumed sucking on her nipple, drawing it deep into his mouth and licking it with his tongue. After repeating with her other nipple, he began to crawl down her body. He stopped at her navel and sucked on it for a while before continuing downward. He crawled down, sucked on her public hair for a moment, then pressed his face into her pussy. She was already so wet when he slid his tongue between her pussy lips. He licked up and down, drinking her juices, and then slid his tongue into her vagina. Her tender teenage body quivered as he slowly fucked her vagina with his tongue. He moved upward and found her clitoris already engorged. Drawing it into his mouth, he sucked the tiny nub in deep while flicking and swirling it with his tongue. A moment later, her body began rocking violently with every lick of his tongue. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned in sync with every lick. It was always such a rush for Ben to play a woman like that, to be in total control of her orgasm. After a time, he stopped and crawled up her and rested his body upon hers, whereupon he thrust his hips down and entered her. He pumped inside her while his orgasm built slowly at first as his member slid in and out her thoroughly soaked vagina. After another moment, his own body rocked as she shot his seed deep inside her. He kissed her again as his orgasm gradually subsided, and eventually drifted off to sleep. Next morning came upon them, and he kissed her and whispered, "Good Morning, Lyzi!" *** Saturday *** "Oh! Good morning! Are we leaving soon?" "Yes, get dressed and we'll be on our way." They dressed and checked out of the hotel. It was a short walk to the train station. Ben had already purchased a set of round-trip train tickets for Lyzi. A train bound for New York City pulled into the station shortly, and they were on their way. After a brief layover in Penn Station in Manhattan, they transferred to a train to upstate New York. After exchanging a few more kisses, Lyzi cuddled in Ben's arm during the long train ride north along the shore of the Hudson River. Two hours later, the train pulled into the upstate station. Again, hand-in-hand, they made their way through the small town station out to the car park to Ben's automobile. By the time Ben parked in front of his small house, it was late afternoon. "What now, Ben?" Lyzi asked. Ben thought for a moment. He studied her eyes for a moment; she looked absolutely terrified. He wondered what must be going through a girl's mind who flew halfway across the globe to be sexually tortured by a sadist for two months. He led her into his spare bedroom. "My! This is a beautiful dungeon!" she giggled. "I only bought this house last year and didn't get a chance to guyify it yet." The walls of the would-be dungeon were papered with sickeningly flowery wallpaper in countless pastel colors. In contrast with the frilly wallpaper, various torture apparatus occupied the room: a small metal cage that could probably contain a person if she pulled her arms and legs together; a wooden sawhorse adorned with eyebolts at various points and a large vice mounted at one end; a large free-standing suspension frame, also with eyebolts at appropriate positions; and a small square wooden box with a neck-sized hole in the middle of the padded top. "Take off your clothes again." "Yes, Ben," she said nervously and undressed in front of him. Once again, he stood admiring her slender nude body. They both knew of the horrific things that he was planning to do to that teenage body over the next two months. Sexual torture to be sure, but torture nonetheless--torture as severe and gruesome as meted out to political prisoners in countless despotic dictatorships around the world. He lifted a heavy metal collar and some other items out of a box in the corner. "Kneel and bend over that box," he told her pointing to a wooden box. She bent over the box resting her chest and head upon it. He approached her and placed an asbestos liner around her neck and then placed the collar around her neck. Lighting a welding torch, he held a spool of solder to the seam and slowly welded the collar onto her neck. When he finished, he let the collar cool down for a few minutes then pulled the asbestos liner out from between the collar and her neck. For good measure, he also attached a heavy padlock to the steel loop built into the collar for that purpose. "Now stand," he said to her. She stood and faced him, reaching up and feeling the heavy steel collar permanently welded around her neck. "You are now my slave, Lyzi. Do you understand and agree." "Yes, Ben. That's why I'm here." "Good. Just stand there a little more." Next, he wrapped a leather manacle around one of her wrists, and riveted it on with a pop-rivet gun. He did the same with her other wrist and both ankles. "Now come with me," he said and led her into his bedroom. He slid a pair of wooden poles--spreader bars--from under his bed. "Get in bed," he told her. She crawled into bed and sat looking up at him. "On your back," he told her. He pulled her arms up over her head and attached her wrist shackles to one of the spreader bars. Then he spread her legs wide and attached her ankle shackles to the other spreader bar. "What are you going to do?" "I'm going to rape you," he said. He climbed into bed and mounted her for the second time since they had met for the first time the previous day. As the first time, he began by kissing her. Their tongues caressed each others' and explored each other's mouths while their saliva flowed freely between the two of them. He then crawled down her body and began sucking on one of her nipples. After getting the one hard and wet, he switched to the other. Then he crawled down her body and made his way to her wide open crotch. Again, she was already so wet when he slid his tongue between her pussy lips. He drank her juice and fucked her vagina with his tongue, swallowing tonguefuls of pussy juice again and again. He drew her engorged clitoris into his mouth, and sucked hard. Her body responded quickly, shaking and quivering with every movement of his tongue. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she moaned under the control of his tongue. He played her for some time while she moaned and screamed and cried. "Enough! Enough!" she panted. "I can't take it any more!" He looked up. "Oh, have you?" he asked. He resumed sucking on her clit. She screamed and pulled against her bonds as he continued to suckle her clit and drink her juices. "Oh! Please! Stop!" she panted furiously. "Please! I can't take it any more! Please!" Her body bucked violently with every suck of her pussy, and he continued. After a couple more minutes, she began thrashing about and crying, softly at first, then louder and louder. The bed creaked as she pulled with all her might against the ropes that held her down. Her crying turned into a continuous moan, then he stopped. He crawled up her and rested his body upon hers, whereupon he thrust his hips down and entered her. She sobbed while his orgasm built slowly at first as his member slid in and out her thoroughly soaked vagina. After another moment, his own body rocked as she shot his seed deep inside her. She hyperventilated for some time after his orgasm had subsided. He unshackled her from the spreader bars, tossed them onto the floor, and held her tightly as she lay quivering and moaning in his arms. They soon drifted off to sleep together in a tight embrace. *** Sunday *** Ben yawned awake the next morning, still in Lyzi's embrace. She glanced into his eyes, smiled, and kissed him. He kissed her back. "What happens today?" she asked. "Are you going to torture me today, or is it still too soon?" "Yeah," he said, "I'll start today." She smiled, looked away, then met his gaze again. "Okay. What are you going to do?" "I have to sew your lips closed before I can do anything else. I can't have your screaming annoy the neighbors. So I'll do that today. C'mon!" They got out of bed and crossed the hall into the dungeon. "Are you ready for the torture to begin?" he asked. She hesitated and glanced nervously around the room. A slight trickle of perspiration ran down her face. She met his eye and answered, "Yes. I'm ready." "Good!" he said. "Let's get your camera set up, and I'll need those flesh tunnels." She handed her knapsack to him. "It's all in here. Use whatever you need." Together, they set up her camera on his tripod, and set it recording unobtrusively in the corner of the room. "Now, before I start, as we discussed in our earlier emails, there'll be no safe-word and no limits except that I can't kill you, or blind you, or maim you. Is that as agreed?" "Yes, Ben," she panted. "Exactly." "Okay," he said. "I want you to mount that sawhorse and lean back." She climbed onto the wooden sawhorse. Ben held her and helped her lean back onto it letting the back of her head rest upon the horizontal beam between two heavy jaws of a vice mounted upon it. He pulled her legs down and shackled them to the chains on each side of the sawhorse's legs. Then he pulled her arms back and down and shackled them to the other legs of the sawhorse. She struggled a bit, pulling against her bonds that held her firmly on her back upon the wooden horse. Her arms bent backward and down against the legs of the horse looked devilishly painful. "Oh! This hurts my back!" "It's supposed to be uncomfortable," he said. "Deliberately so." He slipped a leather strap under her chin and around the top of her head, and then tightened it, preventing her from being able to open her mouth. He then turned the bolts on the vice, clamping her skull in place. Blood trickled down the sides of her head where the serrated jaws bit into her flesh. Her lips quivered, but she just made mumbling sounds since her skull was held rigidly in place and her jaw was strapped tightly closed. Guy set a table next to her with various implements, needles, and a roll of heavy suture. Then he wheeled a cushioned chair over and sat next to her. He started it taking an implement that looked like a pliers with four small prongs at the work end. Placing a tiny but thick rubber band over the prongs, he squeezed the handle causing the four prongs to spread apart, stretching the band about a centimeter in diameter. He positioned the implement against her breast so that the band was at the base of a nipple. Releasing the handle, the band snapped close crimping her nipple, causing it to puff out. "Ow!" Lyzi gasped. "Hurts?" he asked. "It stings a little." "Good!" he said with a grin and placed another band on her remaining nipple. Next, he threaded a needle with the suture and leaned over Lyzi's face. He pinched her lips together and touched the point of the long needle to her lower lip. He slowly pushed the needle into her soft flesh. Blood trickled from her lips as he pushed the needle through her lower lip and into her upper lip on one motion. He needed to exert more force to push the end of the needle into her flesh to force the heavy suture through. He continued, pushing the needle through her upper lip through the bottom. Then from bottom lip through the top again. His hands, the suture, and her mouth were smeared with blood by the time he had completed lacing her mouth across. And tears were pouring from Lyzi's eyes down her cheeks. Next he began lacing back in the reverse direction. He finished lacing and then tugged on the suture, pulling her lips tightly together like a shoe, then tied the ends together in a tight knot. "There!" he said. "Mmmm! Mmmm!" she answered back through her tightly laced lips. He poured some rubbing alcohol on a cloth and wiped the blood off of her mouth. She bucked wildly. "Wait here, Lyzi," he said. "I'm going downstairs to have a bite to eat. I'll be back in a bit After going downstairs to his kitchen to make himself some fish for lunch, he returned to her about an hour later, maybe two, he didn't notice the time. She was still shackled on her back on his sawhorse with her head clamped in the vice. He saw her watch him walk into the room, tears raining down from her terror-filled eyes. Then he got his soldering iron out, set it up on the table next to Lyzi, and plugged it in. He also got a handful of flesh tunnels out of her knapsack and dropped them in a steel tray semi-full of rubbing alcohol. He wheeled his chair so that he was facing into her crotch at the other end of the horse. He lathered her crotch with shaving cream and shaved her pubic hair entirely clean. Then he wiped her crotch down thoroughly with the rubbing alcohol, evoking more squirming from her shackled body. Taking the soldering iron, he pinched her pussy lip and touched the hot sharp point of the iron to her delicate flesh and pushed it through. "Mmmmmm!" she muffled and bucked violently against the sawhorse. The acrid odor of cauterized flesh filled the room. Picking up one of the flesh tunnels, he slid it through the new hole in her vulva and snapped it closed to its counterpart on the inside. He continued slowly and methodically, punching a series of holes through both her pussy lips with the soldering iron, and inserting a flesh tunnel into each hole. When all the flesh tunnels were in place, he slid his hand between her pussy lips. She was soaking wet. Also, as with her lips, her pussy was a bloody mess, so he dabbed some rubbing alcohol on a fresh cloth and wiped her clean. He climbed upon her and rested his body upon hers upon the sawhorse. Her eyes went wide with agony as their combined weight pressed her back upon the narrow beam on which she lay. Thrusting down, he slid his erect member into her tortured pussy and began pumping her. Thus satisfied, he climbed off her tortured body. He then noticed that her eyes had glazed over, staring blankly at the ceiling. "Oh shit!" he gasped. "I killed the fucking girl!" He placed his hands on her chest. She was still breathing and her heart was still beating. "Phew!" She had merely passed out. At that, he picked up a spool of heavy bootlace and threaded it through the flesh tunnels, lacing her pussy lips tightly closed and tying the ends of the lace together in a knot. Ben stood and yawned. By then, it had become late and Ben had to get up early for work on Monday. A long heavy steel chain hung from a bolt in the ceiling in one corner of the room. He picked up the free end of the chain and attached it to her collar with another padlock. He splashed some cold water on her face to wake her, then he disconnected her from the sawhorse and helped her stand. She stumbled and fell into his arms. "It's time for bed." He grabbed a pail and untied the bootlace holding her pussy lips together. "Do your business into this pail while I watch, slut." She glanced at him, then at the pail, then squatted over the pail. He stood and watched while she relieved herself into the pail. He then tightened and re-tied her pussy lace, and also padlocked her wrist shackles together behind her back. "Now get in the cage." "Mmmmmm!" she mumbled, pulling against her bonds. "Get in the cage, slut!" he insisted. She whimpered and staggered over, in obvious excruciating pain, and crawled into the tiny cage and pulled her arms and legs in. She had to squeeze in, pulling her arms and legs in tightly in order to fit. Then he gave her a bottle of water with a straw, and then closed the door and locked it with yet another padlock. "If you get thirsty, you'll have to suck the water in through your nose." With his slave secure, he took a long hot shower, and climbed into bed. *** Monday *** He woke at 8:00 Monday morning, showered and dressed. He checked in on Lyzi--she was sleeping soundly huddled snugly in the cage. He filled her water bottle, and left for work at 8:30. His workday passed uneventfully, and he arrived back home that evening at 5:30. First, he checked in on Lyzi. She looked up at him with sorrowful eyes. It was obvious she'd been crying off and on during the day in his absence. He wondered if she now regretted her adventure. He returned downstairs to his kitchen and prepared a quick dinner. After eating, he returned upstairs, pulled his bedding down and went to get Lyzi. Unlocking the cage, he yanked Lyzi out by the chain. Then unlocking the padlock from her collar, he manhandled her into his bedroom and threw her onto his bed, where he unshackled her wrists and got out some ropes and tied her spread-eagle onto the bed, attaching each of the four ropes to the four brass bedposts. Before proceeding, he set up his electric scalpel. While waiting for the blade to get hot, he climbed into bed and mounted her again. He started kissing her, of course, with her mouth laced closed, he merely kissed her lips. He crawled down her body and began suckling on a nipple. Upon getting the nipple sufficiently wet and hard, he bit down. Lyzi screamed through her laced mouth as he bit her nipple off and swallowed it. He continued by drinking the blood that trickled out of the open wound. After drinking to his fill, he taped a gauze square over her wound and soaked it with rubbing alcohol. Lyzi thrashed her head wildly, and pulled vigorously against her restraints, but the ropes held her down. He looked up at her and said, "You're my desert, Lyzi." Ben turned his attention to her remaining nipple. Lyzi's body shook rapidly as he sucked her nipple, to get it wet and hard also. By this time, his soldering-scalpel blade had surely become hot, so he climbed off her and brought it over to her. Lyzi tensed up as he touched the razor sharp blade to the base of her nipple and slowly sliced it off. Then he took the removed nipple and swallowed it too. Once again, he drank her blood from the wound until he felt sated, then taped another alcohol-soaked gauze square over the open wound. He then crawled down between her legs and untied her pussy laces whereupon he sucked her clit into his mouth once again. He made her wet, but stopped before bringing her to climax, then entered her. Having eaten bits of her body had aroused him so, and he emptied himself into her soon after he began thrusting. With a feeling of complete satisfaction, he tied her pussy laces back together then settled his weight upon her and rested his chin upon her shoulder, and drifted off to sleep. *** Tuesday *** Come Tuesday morning, he untied Lyzi from his bed and shoved her back into the cage before showering and leaving for work. He had a hard day that day, so he left her in the cage when he got home, stopping in only to refill her water bottle. He went to bed early that night hoping the next day at work would be better. *** Wednesday *** After arriving home from work Wednesday, he pulled the sobbing Lyzi from the cage. "Mmmmmmmmm! Mmmmmmm!" she whimpered. "I bet you're hungry!" She nodded her head _yes_ vigorously. "I'll feed you soon enough, Lyzi. But not today. You still need to lose more weight." Ben shoved her over to his frame and attached her wrist shackles to the bolts attached to the top cross beam. Then he lifted each of her ankles up and attached her ankle shackles to the chains that hung between the legs of the frame, rendering her suspended in air, spread eagle on the frame. Then, for safety, he placed a heavy safety goggle over her eyes. Almost as an after thought, he placed a plastic liner on the floor under the frame directly below her suspended body. Stepping back to the far wall, he opened a wooden box containing a handful of heavy brass darts with sharp points. "I bet you want to know how the scoring will work, eh, Lyzi?" Lyzi nodded. "Each of your nipples, or where your nipples used to be, are 75 points. Your areolas are 50 points. Anywhere else on your breasts are 25 points. Your navel is 50 points. Anywhere on your muff is 25 points. Anywhere else on your torso is 10 points. Anywhere on your face is 5 points. Anywhere on your arms or legs are 1 point. Understand, so far?" Lyzi nodded _yes._ "Good! Since this is your first game, I'll only play to 100 points. So if I get two nipples, the game is over right away. Or, if I see that you're losing too much blood, I'll stop before 100 points. Maybe this weekend, when I can play all day, I'll play to 1000 points. Though I might have to let your body replenish its blood for a week or two if you lose too much during each game." "Understand that?" Again, Lyzi nodded _yes._ "Good! Here we go!" Lifting a dart, he took aim. Swinging his arm back and forth a couple of times, he let the dart fly. It hit her left breast with a _thud._ Lyzi let out a muffled scream as her body bucked wildly and pulled against her shackles. A tiny trickle of blood dribbled slowly from the dart, and down her belly. "That's 25 points, Lyzi!" Lifting another dart, he took aim and set it loose. It struck Lyzi smack in the stomach, again producing a muffled scream as her body jerked in pain. A second trickle of blood added itself to the first, which was then on its way down her leg. "That one was 10 points, for a total of 35 points." Se set another dart free, hitting her in the other breast. "25 points, that, for a total of 60 points." The next dart hit her in the thigh just below her crotch. "1 point. 61 points total." The next dart hit her in the muff. Had it been just a teeny bit lower, it would have entered her pussy crack. "25 points for 86 total." The next dart hit her right between her breasts, and hit with a _click._ Lyzi began bucking furiously throwing her head around wildly. The dart didn't seem to penetrate deeply; it must have stuck into her breastbone. "10 points for 97 total." the next dart hit her in the stomach again, just to the left of the other dart. "107 points. Not a perfect score, but game over." Ben walked over to Lyzi and examined the rivulets of blood that were flowing down her torso, down her legs, and collecting in a small puddle on the plastic liner. He removed his darts from her body and let her hand there while he placed them in a pan of alcohol to sterilize them for the next game. A little later, he removed her from the frame and carried her into his bedroom and placed her on his bed where he attached her wrists and ankles to his spreader bars. After undressing, he climbed into bed with her. Reaching under the bed for a rope, he wrapped it around her neck. Her eyes were filled with fright as he tugged the rope tighter and tighter around her neck. He then tied a knot in the rope as it visibly squeezed her neck. As Lyzi fought against her shackles, Ben crawled down her body and began sucking on her clit. Drawing it deep into his mouth, he sucked hard on it. Despite her struggles, her juices flowed as he drank her in as if suckling a nipple. Within a moment, she added her orgasmic throbbing to her struggles. Knowing that he had to act quickly, he crawled up and faced her. Her face surrounding her terrified eyes already had a distinct bluish tint as he thrust his cock into her soaking pussy. He rocked his hips as her eyes slowly lost focus. He filled her with his spunk as she was on the verge of passing out. In the afterglow of his orgasm, he reached for a knife and cut the rope from around her neck. An explosive gasp shot out of her nose as she struggled fiercely to open her sutured mouth to get more air. He then rested his head on her shoulder and fell to sleep as she lay under him catching her breath. *** THURSDAY *** Thursday morning came as Thursday mornings are wont to do. He carried Lyzi into the bathroom and sat her on the toilet to do what she had to do while he took his morning shower. After his shower, he then carried her back into the dungeon and shoved her into his cage, then left for work. After work, he had dinner and watched TV for a while. When it got late, he went upstairs and pulled Lyzi out of the cage and carried her back into his room. The hunger-weakened girl whimpered as he, once again, shackled her to his bed. Reaching for a box of thumbtacks on his night table, he set a few in his palm. Then, one by one, he began pressing the points of the thumbtacks into her body, her breasts and her belly, her arms and her legs, some on her pussy lips, and some in her cheeks and under her chin. It wasn't long before the box, which originally contained 100 thumbtacks, was empty. Lyzi lay there whimpering and twitching at the pain of 100 thumbtacks stuck into her body all over; though with her lips laced tightly closed, she was mostly silent. His cock, of course, was hard and waiting patiently for release. He mounted her and rested his weight upon her body, pressing those 100 thumbtacks even deeper into her flesh and muscle. Pushing his hips down and forward, he entered her. He pumped her again and again, letting the pressure build, then released himself inside her. Her body was nothing but a receptacle for his cum, and he knew that she knew it. He continued rocking his hips gently, squeezing the last few drops of jism ooze out the tip of his cock before resting his chin against her shoulder and falling to sleep upon her. *** FRIDAY *** Ben woke with a yawn Friday morning. He was still on top of Lyzi, who looked up at him with sad eyes. He kissed her laced mouth and lifted himself off her. He had to peel himself off her, for blood had oozed out from under all those thumbtacks, and clotted, creating a kind of blood-glue that glued them together. He didn't have time to waste getting ready for work, so he quickly untied Lyzi from the bed, shackled her wrists behind her back, dragged her into the dungeon, and shoved her into the cage, thumbtacks and all. When he returned from work that night, he showered and then pulled Lyzi out of the cage. She was so weak from hunger that she could hardly move, but she still needed to lose more weight. He carried her into his bedroom and lay her on the bed, then removed all the thumbtacks. She whimpered at the new pain sensations of having the thumbtacks removed. new trickles of blood appeared, adding their traces to the old dry blood trickles from the previous day. Ben considered another dart game, but he was concerned that Lyzi had lost too much blood in the past two days. *** TO BE CONTINUED ***