Chapter 73

It didn't take a long while after his first muffled scream for pain that Smith recognized who the masked waitress was. Elena! his eyes seemed to shout.

The terror in them only pleased her. The sweat dripped from her in heavy streams. But it was nothing compared to the amount of perspiration that oozed from Smith's body now. His sky blue shirt was drenched, his face fumed and bobbed. His eyes were pleading for mercy. Tears rolled from them down and across the duct tape!

Elena was finished with the fire. The lighter lay aside. His balls were blackened like a camp pot.

She stood over him like a gorilla, breathing heavily. She pointed towards his blackened balls.

"That was for the times you forced your dirty self on me even on the days I was too sore for sex," she said.

"And this —" She struck his left fingers with the pointed shoe " — is for the times you pushed substances into my mouth and body."

He groaned and trembled in pain,