Greetings. My name is Jordyn, and I have given my dear friend Khalani permission to post a few of my stories for you all.
any questions/comments my e-mail is:
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The Bitch
He struggled agains the tight twine bindings, and felt the twisted plastic strands cut into his wrists. He looked wildly about the room, it had a vague familiarity about it, but the stripped room felt cold and full of anger. He lay naked on the bed and felt fear as he heard a door creak open. In the pale flicker of the light he saw her thin form enter the room, and a bit of relief rise to his throat.
"Daphne, is this another of your games?" He asked, hope in his voice.
She laughed wickedly "You stupid man! do you think I would be your whore and let you treat me like that, in front of that bitch?!?" The hatred in her voice made him shiver.
She walked closer and straddled him, and pressing her breasts to his chest smiled. The satin cold against his chilled skin. "So my dear Andy, where is your slut now?" A grin of evil crossed her pretty face as she slid off of him and sat next to him. She leaned over, and took a nail file off of the table and sat there in her little satin babydoll and filed her nails, he began to plead with her.
She looked at him, ice in her eyes and leaned twoard him again. "Now dear, you said you loved me, fucked me as you pleased, I loved you, worshipped you and then you humiliate me and think I should show you pity?" Her laugh sent a shiver down his spine. She then smiled and raised her hand above her head, and with all her might slammed the stainless steel file into his stomache. His scream of pain echoed within the brick walls. She smiled watching the blood well up around the handle of the file and lifted her hand, leaving the file firmly implanted in his stomache. Smiling again she licked off a bit of the blood. "mmmmm...salty"
With a bit of effort she pulled out the file and frowned watching the bright red liquid pool over and trickle to the sheets. "Oh damn darling, those are good sheets, see what you made me do?" and with a pout, she kissed him leaving his blood on his lips and she left. Shutting the door with a slam and he heard a click.
He woke up to her humming a happy tune, he looked down to see he was bandaged up. She noticed he was awake and quickly rushed over. "Looky dear, I made dinner!" She put a tray next to him containing some mushed food that looked like refried beans. "It's dog food my darling! you want to be a dog, you'll be the best little dog that I could ever want. She picked up a spoon and scooped a bit up and tried to feed him. "Your crazy Daphne, now let me go and we can forget any of this" his voice was soft and soothing. He saw a bit of emotion flicker in her eyes and then the ice returned.
"Damn you bastard! it's not going to work this time, now you eat like the dog you are, or you starve. Either way you are here for as long as i want you, and well" she paused in thought. "Don't piss me off there are bigger, better things than nail files" She glared and shoved the bowl of food into his face. "There now you can lick it off! you always did like licking" and in a huff she stomped off, again locking the door behind her.
This time he was awoken to bright light filling the room, he could see it was a stormy day out the window and the sheets had been changed. He couldn't remember any of this and as he tried to raise his head and got dizzy. She came in happy and cheery.
"Good morning love, how are you this glorious day?" She again had a tray with a bowl of the same dog food. "Now you know dear, this is alpo, and not cheap, so be nice and eat it, I don't want you to starve, I have plans for you" She smiled and sat next to him on the bed and with a silver bowl again offered him a bite. He turned his head. She smacked him hard. "Fine! I try to be nice to you, I try to feed you and care for you and this is what you do?" She bounced off the bed and walked across the room, he heard a drawer open, and a rattle of chains. She walked back over and he saw she had a chained collar wrapped in her hand and leaned over to put it on him, he jerked away. "okay, we can do this the hard way!" she again got up and returned this time a needle in her hand "Okay dear, I usually wait until you are asleep, but I do hope you will cooperate?" She reached for his arm. He jerked it away.
She sighed and then straddled him. "Now dear, one more time, can I have you arm or do I have to be mean about this?"
He glared at her. She shrugged her shoulders and stabbed the needle deep into his throat and he felt the cold liquid flow into his vein. "There now, that wasn't to bad was it?" and with a kiss on his cheek she continued sitting on his chest waiting until he was unconscious.
This time he awoke and he had the chain around his throat and she was sitting there smiling, her make-up was applied and she was wearing a very nice outfit. His heart lurched remembering how beautiful she was, and a little regret that he had left her at the altar. She looked at him and smiled.
You realized they are looking for you. She got up and dragged a television to the foot of the bed and turned on the news. It was the stereotypical news caster was discussing how a reward of five thousand dollars was being offered by the wilson family and with that they had a little blonde on the tv sniffling about how her fiance was missing and then burst into tears.
Enraged Daphne kicked over the tv. "That bitch, I go through hell to get you back and now she does this?!?" She began to pace furiously. "That's a lot of money daph, let me go, it'll be okay" He said deep and soothingly his voice like molasses. She stopped and looked at him. "No!, I won't let that rich slut have you." He saw a frightful look cross her face and humming she left the room, the door was wide open.
She came back in a few minutes and looked at him miling, her hand behind her back. She slowly walked to the bed. "Okay dear, here's the plan." she paused in contemplation for a bit and he could see the insanity taking over. "I kill you, and leave the country, in a few week the owners will come to see a naked man, dead in their bed" She laughed "The funny thing dear, it's their summer home!" Her laughter was maniacle as she climbed on the bed and started to jump around. Her hand still behind her back. She then stopped and curled up next to him. "You know andy, things could have been nice, but" he looked away. "Dammit Andy look at me!" She screeched, still staring away he felt a sting across his chest, he looked to see a red line of blood welling up. "Bitch!" he yelled.
She looked at him and smiled and then leaned very close and whispered in his ear. "I'm the last bitch you'll ever hurt bastard" and liftin away she smiled as she stabbed a large butcher knife quickly into his chest. Blood splattered to her face, she smiled as he gasped for breath.
She hummed as she watched him bleeding the fear and shock in his eyes. "Should I let you die slowly or painfully?" she smiled "I'll let you decide dear" He looked at her with tears in his eyes. "well darling, I'm waiting" She played the tip of the knife along his flesh, little beads of blood welling up. "Your crazy Daphne" He saw anger and tears rise in her face "I was crazy in love with you, and then you loved her and I just couldn't have that now could I?" She wailed and then again plunged the knife deep into his chest, just a few inches away from the original puncture wound. The tears streamed down her eyes.
"I loved you, really loved you" she pulled out the knife and again plunged it into his chest. This time there was a low gurgle and she saw a dark, rich burgundy bubble up from his mouth and she looked at his still body. She than smiled and deeply kissed his lips, his blood warm on her lips. "Last time you call me a crazy bitch" she laughed and walked off.
