Paralysis

12th Level

She places a clamp on each of my n*****s, one on my navel and one on each of my labia. The clamps are searing hot and I scream as they make contact. She then inserts something hard into my v****a, like a—no, two small spiked balls. She slowly pricks my stomach with several small needles. I scream and squirm. I do my best to endure it, but I dread what comes next.

_ AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!, I scream

She rains blows down on my body with what seems to be a whip or something even harder.

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It’s been two hours, maybe three, that this madwoman has been lashing me with blows between the clamps and the needles, as well as between my legs. The blows are violent and the needles tear at my skin, whilst the clamps burn my breasts and v****a. I was screaming, but now I’ve lost my voice, so I just cry.

Finally, she stops, but I can feel that my torment isn’t over. She strokes my right arm and, with a very sharp tool, cuts into my skin, drawing a pattern on my forearm. I can feel my blood flowing down both sides of my arm. I’m crying my heart out, but I’ve lost my voice.

Time passes and I no longer know how long I’ve been in her hands. She pulls the balls out of my v****a, brutally, but my body, exhausted by so much suffering, doesn’t react. Then she unfastens the chains attached to my arms from the bed—at last! But why?

“Don’t get the wrong idea, I’m not done with you yet,” she said, removing the cloth covering my eyes. “But I want you to lick me, so you need to sit up. Then we can continue our little game.”

“Sit up?... I see this as an opportunity to escape this hell.” So I gather what little strength I have left and summon the courage to sit up with great difficulty. I look at my body and am horrified. She has carved her name into my skin with a knife; the needles in my stomach have left bloody marks. I have no more tears to shed and use my hatred as motivation to get out of here.

She lies down, naked, beside me, on the blood-soaked sheets.

_ Hurry up, lick me and do it properly... And whatever you do, don’t take the needles out

I position myself, as best I can, between her legs. She’s so wet; I can’t believe that everything she’s been doing to me has been turning her on. I bring my head closer to her s*x; the needles dig into my stomach. I ignore the pain and suck her deeply. Her juices make me feel sick, but I carry on. I thrust my tongue into her v****a and trace a circle inside. She moans, grabs my hair and lifts my head.

_ Are you trying to make me come?

_ Is there a problem with that?

She lets go of my head and I resume the process. I suck her c******s hard and bite it violently. She moans and comes. I continue by nibbling her c******s and plunging two fingers into her v****a. After a moment, I bite her c******s a second time and she comes again. That’s it! This is the right moment!

She’s dazed by the orgasms she’s just had. I take the opportunity to climb on top of her and hit her as hard as I can. I rain blows down on her face until she loses consciousness. I finally catch my breath and feel hope returning. I pull those damn needles out of my stomach, along with the clamps. The adrenaline makes me forget the pain. I then hurry to remove all her chains. I can only manage to remove the ones holding my legs, but that’s enough. I grab my phone from the bedside table and dial the emergency number.

_ Hello, what’s the emergency?

_ I’ve been held captive in my own home and my husband’s been buried alive in the garden and…

Samira suddenly opens her eyes and looks at me with contempt. Without thinking, I hit her on the head with the phone. She faints and is bleeding profusely. There’s no time to lose.

I drag myself out of the bedroom, fall and slide down the stairs on my backside. I’m in terrible pain and severe dizziness prevents me from getting up, but I lean against the wall to make my way to the back garden.

I’ve barely taken a few steps forward when someone violently yanks my head back and I fall backwards. Samira stands before me, covered in blood like a ghost. She’s a really tenacious girl. The blow to my head has left me dizzy, but I try to get up. She grabs my head and wraps her arm around my neck.

_ I told you everything would be fine if you were obedient. It’s not that complicated, just obey! You and Guillaume are the same, traitors

She tightens her arm around my neck. She’s choking me, I’m suffocating, I struggle, my vision is fading. I use the chain around my wrist to hit her on the head; she lets go. I take the opportunity to wrap the chain around her neck. I pull as hard as I can. She struggles again and again, then finally lets go, but I keep pulling on the chains for a while longer. I stop and check her pulse.

_ She’s finally dead...

I catch my breath, but I remember that Guillaume might not have any breath left. So I set off again, as quickly as possible, towards the courtyard.

After hell and suffering, I’m finally here. I grab the spade and dig; my strength is failing me, but I force myself on – I can’t abandon him. After several shovelfuls, I collapse and carry on with my hands. I’m finally there; I can see the wood of the coffin beneath this layer of earth. I regain hope.

_ GUILLAUME! GUILLAUME!

I dig the coffin out. I struggle to open it but manage it. Immediately, I dive inside and land on top of him. I rest my head on his chest.

Thump... thump... thump... thump

He’s alive. Reassured by the slow beating of his heart, I faint.

A warm blanket covers me. I open my eyes slightly; the A&E team are there. I lose consciousness again.