Chapter 39: The Boat Ride

THE MASKED MAN lay her on the wooden table and began to tape her whole body to it. Her mind is racing on again, "Is he planning to throw me into the lake while tied up on this table?" She asks herself as she breathes inconsistently and starts to hear the voices in her head yelling.

"I think he will."

"Do something, he will kill us!"

With this in mind, she starts to move her body violently and starts tearing the tape using her free hand. He was not pleased with what she was doing, rage flared inside of him and strangled her in annoyance.

He tried to tape her hand once more but failed. He then stood up and stepped on her chest to prevent her from moving. After that, he successfully taped both of her hands, her neck, her shoulders, then her feet, which were still immobile.

He walked out for a moment, then returned with a bucket full of water and a white cloth.

She stares at the bucket, then at him. She then yells, "What are you planning to do? You fucking misogynistic psychopath!" While vigorously moving her head and arms trying to free herself.

He shhh her and patted her head, coaxing her to calm down while he was sniffing her hair. He then gave her a metal ball to hold on to. This confused her when, suddenly, he covered her face with a cloth and poured water on her face. She was unable to breathe and was drowning. Her back began to arch, and she wanted to jump off of the wooden table. The shape of her face was engraved on the cloth that was covering her. Every time she moved her head to the other side, he put pressure on the cloth. After just six seconds, she drops the metal ball. He then removes the cloth from her face, and lets her breath. She vomits the water she accidentally drank and coughs violently. Her eyes reddened while her face and lips turned pale as a ghost. She couldn't stop shivering and whimpering in fear. She hasn't absorbed everything that happened when he repeats the action, but this time he does not give her the metal ball anymore and just counts to five.

He repeats the same process a few more times till the bucket is almost empty.

She puked everything she ate, then started wheezing. She breathed heavily and started wailing, she had a total meltdown. Meanwhile, he stares at her while grinning from ear to ear, emanating a terrifying dark, deadly aura feeding from the torment she experiences.

He then starts to cover her mouth with his left hand and shhh her again. While his other hand touches her body, in every move he makes he can feel that she trembles in fear. He removed his hand from her mouth, then he patted her head again, caressed her face, while he closed his eyes, then put his finger on her lips and gestured to her to be silent. "Don't cry my little one. We are almost done. You just need to trust the process," he whispers to her ear using his most serene tone.

Cold. Frighten. Vulnerable. She could only agree with him and nod.

Shortly after, he notices that she has calmed down a bit. He removes his finger from her lips and sprinkles water on her body. She lets out a soft gasp as the water hits her. She held tight on the table and prepared herself for the next menacing idea this vile creature prepared for her.

He did not disappoint. She saw him take out a metal rod and a device that had some kind of pad connected to it.

Her breathing deepens again. Soon he started to stick the pads on her chest, stomach and her thighs.

Soon she hears the device being switched on. Shortly, she feels a sudden muscle contraction from the electric shock, she lets out a gut-wrenching shriek. He then shoveled a cloth into her mouth to muffle the sound, then inserted the metal rod in her private part.

He switched on the metal rod; as it started to vibrate inside her, the whole setup overwhelmed her. Soon she starts to squirt and her whole body violently shakes. Her eyes rolled on the back of her head, her back arching, her nails dug deep into the side of the table, she bit the cloth on her mouth forcefully and even her legs started moving. She feels wet, her nipples are fully erect, her face and ears are red and her wailing turns to pleasure tears.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

She hears the beeping sound that awakens her from intoxication. "What is wrong with me? Am I actually enjoying this?" She yells with a feeling of disappointment in herself.

The man then says, "It’s time, then walks towards the alarm and turns it off." He could see that she was exhausted, intoxicated, breathless and shivering. He starts removing everything and cleaning her using what’s left in the bucket. He fixes her hair and dresses her again in the white nightgown and then ties her wrists behind her back.

Her heart is still pounding, nails are chipped, her legs are weak, and she’s confused. He carried her out, letting her see that it was already nighttime. He carried her to a boat where he started rowing.

She was lying on her side staring at the stars and admiring the beauty of the full moon, when something caught her eyes. It was a 3-inch fruit knife. Her eyes lit up immediately and slowly moved in its direction.

He was so busy rowing that he did not notice her movements. They reached the middle of the lake and the boat was soon put to a halt. He then threw an anchor to prevent the boat from moving.

"You are going to throw me into the water, aren’t you?" She says while looking at him with rage in her eyes.

"I might if you continued being a bad pup," he replies while comfortably seated on the other end of the boat. He moves close to her and starts touching her feet, then her thighs. Soon he’s squeezing her butt. He was happy to see that she didn't flinch or wince when he touched her. Unbeknownst, it's part of her plan. She's waiting patiently for him to come near her.