Previously published as Rage and Retribution
An Eye for an Eye (#4)
Nemesis in Action Blog
Day One – Jason Corbett
I opened the door and smiled at the scene. The naked man was splayed face down on the table. He looked as if he was still unconscious. Surely not? Moving into the room, I slammed the door closed to see if that stirred him. He spun his head at the sound. Good. He was awake at last. Blindfolded and gagged, he wasn’t about to have a chat with me about how he’d ended up here. That conversation would come soon enough. I checked to make sure he couldn’t make any sudden moves. Not that it was likely he’d been able to free his limbs. His feet rested on the floor, each ankle tied to a leg of a small square table with butcher’s string.
There was no way the knots would ever work loose. When the time came, I’d have to cut him free. His arms hung down on either side of the table and were fastened to the other two legs. Bent over the table at the waist, his backside was vulnerable and ready for action.
I reached forward to untie the gag. Letting them talk during the process was good – a chance to hear them trying to make excuses, or better still, begging for forgiveness. A quick tug released the material from the man’s mouth, leaving him gasping for air. When he finally caught his breath, his anger erupted.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing,” he spat. “Let me go.”
“Not yet. We’ve got some games to play first.”
Even after so many times of using it, the sound coming through the voice distorter came as a shock. It was weird to speak, but not hear my own voice. I sounded like a Dalek on speed. Some of my visitors wet themselves with fear on hearing the strange sound, but not this one. It seemed to inflame him even more.
“Stop pissing about now and let me go.”
Time to give him the ground rules. “Not today,” I explained. “On the third day you can go, but not before that.”
“What the fuck are you on about? When I get out of here –”
I hated it when they were difficult and I had to set straight in with the punishment, even though they all deserved it. I picked up the tazer and held it against the man’s scrotum, then pressed the trigger to release a five second burst of pure agony. That was usually enough to get their attention. As the man’s screams died away, the only noise left in the room was the sound of his sobbing.
Leaning forward and grabbing a handful of hair, I lifted his head and hissed, “If you get hold of me, you’ll what? By the time I let you go, you’ll be begging to do anything I say.”
I dropped his head and moved away to pick up the man’s jacket from one of the armchairs. He didn’t have much in his pockets, just his house and car keys and some loose change, but I needed to find his wallet. I found it eventually in the button down back pocket of his trousers. Opening it up, I was pleased to see it contained all the information I needed.
“Right, let’s see who you really are. Hmm, your driving licence says you’re Jason Corbett. That’s not the name you used in the club last night. Naughty, naughty. I might have to punish you for telling lies. Would you like another little burst from the tazer?”
“Fuck you, you bastard,” Jason screamed as he heaved against the ties, the thin string cutting into the flesh of his wrists and ankles. As he slumped back down, his stomach flattened against the solid wood of the table.
“You should conserve your strength,” I warned him. “You’re going to need it.”
“You mad fucker. You can’t keep me here for three days. Someone will hear me yelling.”
I grinned. They all trotted out that line. “Let me fill you in on how your stay here is going to go. You can make as much noise as much as you want. This room is soundproofed. Some visitors yell so much it gives me a headache, but then I use this beauty to give them a reason to scream.”
I stroked the tazer against Jason’s scrotum. A strong stench of urine filled the room as he lost control of his bladder.
“Don’t. Please don’t.”
I sighed. “It’s just as well the floor’s tiled. You all end up pissing on it.”
Jason squirmed. “I’ll give you anything you want. Anything! Don’t use that thing. Please don’t. Just let me go. Please let me go.”
“Ah, that’s my cue,” I said, putting the tazer on the chair on top of Jason’s clothes and picking up a clipboard from the other chair. “What should I say next? Or rather, let me put it another way. What did you say to your victims? I’ve got your exact words here on my notes.
‘Shut the fuck up unless you want me to cut your fucking throat.’ Does that sound right to you? It seems a bit clichéd to me, but I know it’s been effective. You know that as well, don’t you?”
Jason began to shake. I think he finally realised the trouble he was in. I patted his naked buttocks.
“You’re a bit hairy. Have you ever thought of shaving? No? Oh well, beggars can’t be choosers. I’ll put up with it for now. Maybe I’ll use some hair remover on you tomorrow, but that’s going to be very painful because you’ll probably have open wounds by then. Let’s see how it goes today.”
I pushed against Jason’s quivering flesh, but didn’t enter him. Not yet. I wanted him to feel the same fear he’d inflicted on his victims.
“It’s nice and hard, isn’t it? All I need now is for you to say you want to be fucked. I won’t do it unless you ask me. That’s how you operate, isn’t it? Make your targets beg you to fuck them so that you won’t kill them? Well, it’s time for a bit of role reversal.”
Jason mumbled something, but I couldn’t make out the words.
“Come on now, Jason. You’ve got a choice to make. Say you want to be fucked, or get the tazer on your balls again. What’s it to be?”
“Please don’t… please.”
“Tazer or fuck, Jason. Your choice.”
“Last chance to answer, Jason. If you don’t choose, you get both. Wanna be fucked up the arse, Jason? Or have your balls electrocuted? Which is it? Huh?”
Jason sobbed. “No, please, not the tazer.”
“So you want to be fucked, do you? Then say it. Say it!”
“Fuck me,” Jason whispered.
“Okay, if you insist.”
The sweet music of Jason’s screams filled the room, keeping time as I thrust deeper and deeper.