Hakim stared at his naked captive. He watched her squirm, relishing the sight of the electrode attached to her helpless clit. The gator clip gripped her nerve bundle like the ultimate vice. No matter how much she struggled, she couldn’t dislodge it.
“Farewell, cunt. Get ready to scream like you’ve never screamed before.”
Meanwhile, Governor Mick Werdan prepared to watch the death of his youngest daughter. His heart shattered into a million pieces and he wanted nothing more than to die. And yet in that exact moment, a miracle seemed to happen. A voice rang out.
“STOP!”
It wasn’t Michaela’s voice. It wasn’t Governor Werdan’s voice. It was a voice unfamiliar and feminine, a voice which came down from the top of the stairs leading into the basement. As Hakim removed his hand from the battery’s dial, Michaela shuddered with relief. Never had a voice sounded so beautiful to her. Never had she felt more gratitude toward a nameless human being, whoever it might be…
THE END…FOR NOW
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