“You don’t understand. You and your perfect tits, your perfect round ass held up by those long legs. You never gave us a chance; instead you went for the popular guys. Always being a bitch to us, so now I’ll make you a real bitch.” He steadily stepped forward. “Dare move and I’ll gut you. Be a good girl and you’ll live.” He pushed my head down till I was kneeling. Taking the rope to my hands he tied them, tightly, together and again around the tree trunk. My tears meant nothing to him, my pleas were ignored…the sick bastard.
“Let me go, please. I’m sorry, really I am.”
“I know your sorry Ashley. You still need to learn your lesson.” He walked into my cabin and quickly came back out with a stool and a bag. He put the stool under my stomach and stretched out my feet so I arched over it. “Don’t move,” he pulled two large steel stakes out of the bag, along with a hammer. One stake he hammered into the ground near my stretched out foot. His rough hands took hold of my foot, tying the rope to it and then to the stake. Taking my other foot, he stretched it out far until I screamed. Using that spot as a marker, he hammered the next stake in at that spot. He tied a rope to my free foot then stretched me wide again, wider than last time, till tears of physical pain trickled down my face. My freedom vanquished as my last free limb tied to the stake.
I now laid arched over a stool, stretched tight from arms to feet, and stretched tighter from foot to foot. He sat on a stone in front of me. “Ashley, Ashley, Ashley,” he shook his head, “Your friends won’t be arriving for at least another day. What a sight they’ll see, your boyfriend will come to find you like this,” he trailed off in thought. His hand rubbed my face, wiping the tears off. Remaining silent, h... Læs hele novellen
