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The moment she struck the match, it started to rain. Lightning frighteningly close, a monstrous crash of thunder, sudden torrents of rain.
Perhaps she should have taken it as a sign, but she had long ago given up believing in a higher power. No God, no signs. Besides, there wasn't a chance in hell that a benevolent God would stop her from doing this.
There, that's the one. She knew he'd have another one soon. She'd still been setting things up, so she missed his previous dream-erection. She had worried that the sleeping pills in his drink would stop them, but it was okay. It seemed she could still count on how often he got hard. For years, especially when she didn't want him to be. And now, when she did.
She checked the cuffs again, knowing she didn't need to. He always bought the best, and these were straight police-issue. Her only worry was that the rings in the wall would tear out, but she had pulled on them plenty over the last year, and they'd never shifted during her torments.
Everything was ready. The smell of the gasoline was sharp in her nose, but she took that as a sign that she had used enough. She picked up her duffel bag, bent down, and lit the tip of his hard-on.
As she trudged away through the woods, she imagined that she could hear his screams, but it was probably just the thunder.