Lisbet
For five days I had been hiding in his house, watching and learning his mannerisms. My parents, who never came to visit once they put me in Brunswick, were killed in a car accident two months after Joseph left the hospital. Dr. Dhavern pulled me into her office and explained that, because I wasn't put in the hospital under court order, my parents placed me there, I was of age and could sign myself out. She reinforced I was welcome to stay, they left me some money that would pay for my time at the facility if I wished to stay the remainder of my time there, but, the choice was mine.
Four weeks later, I was dropped off by taxi at my home. It was legally mine now since my parents were dead. Dr. Dhavern helped me make sure all the utilities were up and running. I felt bad kinda that I didn't feel sad they were gone, but they never were very kind to me. I had a plan and I hoped it was going to work. I went into my dad's study and got on his computer, pulling up the local newspaper. I used the search word Brunswick. It worked perfectly. There were some stories about reconstruction and then, that’s when I saw it, the story of an employee who was attacked by a patient. When I clicked on the article, more stories of the incident popped up and talked of his lawsuit. As I delved deeper in the article, it not only gave his name, but his address also. Just what I needed. I was going to pay him an unexpected visit.
Having his address, I called a cab, and was dropped off a little past his house. I told the driver my uncle lived in the house and I wanted to surprise him. His house was secluded with a patch of woods around it. I felt like I had hit the jackpot.
Walking up to the side of the house cautiously so I wouldn't be heard, I noticed a shed with some tools and a door that seemed to lead down some stairs inside what I could only assume was the basement. My plan was to stay outside a few day and monitor his movements when it clicked to me, I could stay inside. It's not like he could see me.
Quietly I crept to the stairs and walked down them. Twisting the handle to see if it was unlocked, to my surprise, the door opened. I slipped inside hoping like hell no one was down there to see me.
It was a dark creepy basement, like you would expect in an old house. There was a washer and a dryer on the other side of the room. In the middle of the room there was a large metal cage. He must've had a dog or something. That thought made my stomach turn when I thought back to what he made me do.
Joseph
Losing my sight was a pain in my ass. The fact I needed help daily now was a slap to my manhood. All my plans, all my dreams of bringing Lisbet home, gone. Gone because of a deranged lunatic. I actually thought I would be able to convince her parent's to relinquish custody of her care to me and explain the advantages of her living with me. There would be no more financial burden on them. I would care for her. Of course she would be locked in my cage doing anything I asked of her, but they didn't need to know that. Hell they never visited her so that wouldn't have been a problem. And I was going to purchase a St. Bernard to play with her.
My sister would've vouched for me. Fucking whore would do anything to get me away from her. These women cry they don't like it as they are coming on your dick. I took Celeste's virginity when she was sixteen. Our parents were away for the weekend. I had been going in her room before that making her suck my cock, threatening her with telling my parent's that she came onto me. After all, I had video evidence of her sucking my cock and thanking me for it. Another thing I made her do. Then I would play with her clit until she orgasmed so she couldn't say she didn't enjoy it.
The night I took her virginity, she had begged my parents to allow her to stay at a friends house. I reminded them that friend liked to party so in the end they made her stay home. She knew I was coming in. I figured I may as well be my baby sister's first. I fucked her and then made her come on my dick. She cried and acted like she didn't want to do it, but her pussy told a whole different story.
On her wedding day, I made her give me a blow job. She needed to know who owned her pussy. Just because she got married, didn't mean she was getting away from me. She tried to stand her ground until I told her I would show her new hubby the videos of her sucking my dick before. She sucked me like a soldier. I wonder what he thought I tasted like when he kissed her after saying I do?
I do miss Celeste but she is nothing like Lisbet. But all that is lost now because of this damned disability. My maid, who is an older hispanic woman, walks around muttering in Spanish all the time. If I tried anything with her, she would probably kick my ass. That thought always made me laugh for some reason.
It is the pain that turns me on. Mine, theirs, every ones. I love to hear pain, I used to love to see pain. How it reflected in their eyes, etched on their faces. Now all I have is my recordings and the sounds. The screams of terror and humiliation. Those are the best. Humiliating someone to the core of their soul is a feeling that is almost spiritual. You own them at that point.
Lisbet
After exploring the basement, when it was nightfall, I made it up the stairs. The closet in the kitchen was a perfect place to hide during the day. The maid was only there for a few hours during the day to prepare meals and do general cleaning.
After the second night, I got bored and decided to have some fun so I moved the footstool in his walking path. When he woke in the morning he walked right into it and uttered a slew of curse words damning the maid and her clumsiness. He didn't mention it to the maid that day.
The next night I moved the coffee table in his path. Same result, he banged his leg into it and cursed to high heaven. This time he said something.
“Maria, why are you moving the furniture around? You know I need a clear path so I don't need the stick in the house.”
She looked confused. “I didn't move the furniture.”
“Well someone moved it.” He insisted.
She shrugged, “Maybe you have a ghost.”
“I don’t fucking believe in ghosts.”
“Maybe you should Senor.”
He got disgusted and stomped away. She smiled and shook her head at him muttering something about a fantasma and a bruja. It took everything I had not to giggle. I watched the maid finish cleaning that day and she went on her way.
I have heard them say that people who lose their sight sharpen their other senses. I would venture out in the same room as him and he never skipped a breath. He either was too stupid or too arrogant to hone his others.
He put me through so much pain that I want to drag this out. I don't want it to be quick. Besides the sex stuff, he did awful painful things then would report to Dr. Dhavern that I did them to myself. If I denied it, my torture would be worse. The ends of my nipples were black where he had burnt them. But I wanted to be fair. I could see when he did that to me. He would be at a disadvantage when I punished him.
Before I peel the flesh from his skin, I tied a blindfold on to see if the pain feels different as a blind person. The darkness is overwhelming at first but then I start to adjust. I guess it really isn't a fair comparison unless I blind myself completely which I'm not willing to do for him. Frankly, I hope he never adjusts to it.
On the fifth day I hear what I have been waiting for. His maid tells him she is leaving for her vacation and he has food in the refrigerator and freezer to last him for a week until his sister comes to check on him. This is my opportunity. I had been snooping around his house when he was asleep. He never went out of the house and those five days, absolutely no one came to visit. Not shocking at all. He was a jerk. The first night I peeked into his bedroom because I heard a girl screaming. It was a video he was listening to that he was jerking off to. I wanted to vomit. I never looked in his room again as this seemed to be his nightly routine. I needed a cigarette to calm my nerves. I was young when my parents put me in the institution but I used to sneak into my fathers cigarette pack and light one up. I developed quite the taste for them.
I found his black stick that he liked to shock me with. It was in a duffel bag in the basement. Also in the bag was a pair of han
dcuffs and rope. I had only brought duct tape, matches, and a knife so these were a welcome addition. I had been sneaking food out of his freezer everyday to eat. He had about a kajillion freezer meals. The microwave had a button on it with upraised bumps. I'm guessing that's how he knew how long to cook them. I just cleaned up at the kitchen sink every night. My mom used to call that a whore bath. When you used soap and water on a wash cloth and washed all your private parts. Super classy my mom was. I would throw the washcloth in the middle of the laundry basket of dirty clothes.
I really wanted to sneak outside and get a stuffie. I missed them so much. My anxiety was at an all time high and it would help calm me down. I loved animals of all kinds. I hated how he treated them. I just wanted them to live forever. Inside and out. Fuck it. I was going to get one. Plus then my stuffie could help me take care of him. I walked outside towards the woods. It really was beautiful here. I saw a little rabbit jumping around. He was perfect! I pulled a piece of lettuce I had snagged out of the fridge and held it on the ground. It took about 45 minutes but the rabbit eventually came over to me. I gently grabbed him letting him eat the lettuce before I snapped his neck. He was so soft and warm as I nuzzled him to my neck. I really wanted to see inside him but I had already cleaned up. I went back in the house with a little skip in my step. I decided to name my stuffie Roger. I sat Roger on the counter and slammed the door shut. I was ready to begin.
Joseph
I woke up to a loud sound. I couldn’t tell if it was something inside or out.
“Hello?”
No one responded to me. I hear something though. Is that humming? It sounds childlike almost. Did I leave the TV on? I turn it on for sound but I could've sworn I turned it off. I touched my bedside clock. The metallic voice tells me loud and clear it is 1:13 AM.
Again I hear more sounds coming from the kitchen. A thought crosses my mind. Celeste may have come early thinking if she comes in the middle of the night she won't have to perform. Fuck that, that cunt is bathing me. I mean, I can shower myself, but she doesn't need to know that.
I get up and grab my stick. I don't like having to use it in the house but since things keep moving on their own and it is the middle of the night, I can use the extra support.
“Who is there?” I try sounding angry.
Nothing. But someone is definitely rummaging around my kitchen. They aren't even trying to be quiet.
“I said..”
“Shut-up and sit down.”
That voice sounds familiar-wait-it can't be-no fucking way.“Lisbet?”
Then I get the shock that sends me sprawling on the floor. I piss all over myself.
“Wh-why did you do that?” I sputtered.
She just laughed. I regained myself and just sat there unsure what to do. I was trying to figure a way to reason with her and was getting excited I had her in my house. Now if I could figure out a way to get her in the cage.
“Take your pants off.”
“What? Why?” I did not want to be vulnerable in front of her. I wasn’t sure what kind of state she was in.
“You pissed your pants. Take them off so they don't start to smell. Now. Or I'm going to shock you again.”
She had a valid point. But I was hard as fuck. Pain made me hard and I knew this was not going to go well. I slid my pants and boxers off. My erection sprang free. I could hear her scoff in disgust.
“Look at what a filthy pig he is Roger.”
What the fuck? She has someone with her? Alright. I need to talk my way out of this.
“Lisbet, how did you get here? Did your parents bring you home from Brunswick?”
“My parents are dead. I checked myself out. Now sit into the chair that I am moving behind you. Put your hands in back of the chair.”
“Lisbet, let's talk about this.” And then everything went black as she shocked me again.
I woke up with my hands handcuffed behind my back and my legs secured to the legs of the chair. I'm guessing with some kind of tape since it pulled my hair everytime I tried to move my legs. Now I was getting nervous.
Lisbet
I could see the tension on his face when he woke up and realized he was secure in the chair. It was quite the feeling if power.
He started rambling about how special I was to him. How he actually fell in love with me. I told him I would hate to see what he did to people he didn't like. He said no other woman turned him on like I did. I couldn’t take anymore so I gagged him with a kitchen towel.
As I ran the tip of knife down his face, he started shaking his head violently. I barely scrape the surface but I am mesmerized by the blood trickling down his cheeks. I lick one side and get lost in myself until he starts to moan. I shake myself out of my haze and shove the knife in a little deeper. He isn't moaning in pleasure now, he understands the game isn’t for his enjoyment. I pour some table salt on his exposed flesh. He screams.
I tear off a strip off his cheek. I need to feel his agony that is etched on his face and those sightless eyes. Slowly, I drag the knife down my arm and slice the skin….ah sweet ecstasy. As our blood mixes, I decide to take a break. Roger needs some snuggles and I am sleepy. I get him from the counter and go into the living room to lay down on the couch.
Joseph
I managed to spit the towel out. She is fucking cutting me! The pain is horrendous. I think she plans to kill me. I need to get away. If I can get away I can coax her into the basement then I will have her in my cage and the crazy bitch will be punished. She will still be my pet, and take her rightful place, at my feet, but she will be disciplined first.
I don't hear her anymore. Where did she go? Breathing. Deep even breathing. Are you fucking kidding me? She is sleeping? What about the guy, Roger? I don't hear him. Maybe he went to sleep too. Well at least it gives me a reprieve.
Ok, I need to work on getting loose. These handcuffs aren't going to be easy. They are on tight. I keep twisting my thumb around to see if there are any buttons or anything that will help. If I have to have a key, I am screwed. There…there it is. She must've found mine. I was hoping since she had my wand. My handcuffs are a quick release with a button. It is harder for the wearer to reach that button but not impossible. I damn near break my thumb getting to it but get rewarded with the click of the cuffs popping off my left wrist.
I freeze for a minute. I'm hoping the noise didn’t wake her up. Straining my ears to listen, I can still hear her deep breathing. She is still asleep. I pull my arms around and take the other wrist out of the cuffs. Massaging my wrists, I reach down to see what exactly is on my ankles. It is a thick tape. Probably duct tape. This is going to hurt like a bitch.
All I keep thinking about as I unwind the tape is, I can't wait to get that little cunt under me. She will suffer for a good long time before she ever receives pleasure again when I feel a hand run through my hair. I freeze.
“Where do you think you are going?” She giggled in my ear and I am zapped into oblivion once again.
Lisbet
He was rather clever getting out of the cuffs. Who knew? I watched him from the sofa. We snickered quietly about it. His look of determination as he started to unwrap the tape was only topped by the look of surprise when I came up behind him and he realized he had been caught. Boy, being blind is a bitch I guess.
I will fix it so he won't get loose this time. I taped his arms to the arms of the chair. It's amazing how strong that grey tape is. As I was rummaging through the kitchen drawers to find what I needed next, I heard him moaning and groaning. Good. I wanted him awake for this next part.
I had been looking for a hammer but he didn't have one in the kitchen drawers. I found the next best thing, a meat mallet with spikes. He needed to know I was in charge now.
“Things have changed Joseph since you were in charge,” I said as I flattened out his right hand and slammed the mallet down as hard as I could. He screamed in agony. “Now who’s in charge?” I whispered in his ear.
I broke each finger with the
mallet and moved on to the left hand. His shrieks of agony are music to my ears. I wonder if in his darkened world, there are tiny explosions of color as I bring him to the brink of the madness he inflicted on me. His eyes may never see me again, but his mind will never forget me.
His mangled hands were all crumpled up as he cried like a baby sitting in his own excrement. The smell was bothersome so I decided to clean up. I had been watching the maid and where she kept her supplies. I took a bucket and filled it with cold water and then dumped it over his head. He yelped like a little girl. I shrugged and took a sponge and scrubbed off what I could. I think he may have been in shock or something. I just needed to clean up. After scrubbing him I dumped another bucket on him and then proceeded to dry up the mess with towels first then the rest with the mop. He seemed to have passed out so I thought this was a good time for a shower. I went into his bedroom and took a nice long hot shower with Roger. We both felt better after a nice scrubbing.
I brought clothes with me to change into. It felt good to be clean. I wanted to finish this today so I could slip out and go home. I just wanted to sleep in my own bed.
He had his head up sitting there looking dejected.
“We could've been so good together. I was going to ask your parents if I could marry you.”
Was he really that stupid? Or did he think she was really that stupid?
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