One Sunday morning, when I walk from the gym to my apartment, I think of Steven. I decide to send him a text message. I text 'I missed you again in the gym' and send the message. When I unlock my front door, my mobile phone beeps. I'm still in bed', I read in the display. I write back brutally 'wish i was there next to you, or even better you on top of me...'. I don't have to wait long for a reply. It's short: 'okay'. The message scares me and I'm not sure what to do. I write him back a message that I will be with him in half an hour. Quickly I take a shower and rinse myself thoroughly.A bit excitedly nervous I drive into his street. Steven once told me where he lives, but without precise. I send him another message and ask for the number. Within a few seconds I get an answer. I walk until I reach a beautiful pre-war house. Four bells at the front door. I press Stevens' bell. "Stairs, door on your right," I hear briefly via the intercom. The lock of the door clicks open and I push. She screamed until she ran out of breath. I stopped.I heard her labored breathing and walked around her, enjoying the sight of her kneeling body, fastened to the breast chair, and of her breasts, squeezed between the boards, like peanut butter on bread.Her breathing became more and more ragged. I wondered.I knelt in front of her and looked straight into her eyes. Her eyes were open but I doubted she could see me.I reached forward to touch her between her legs.I knew.I had thought to put clothespins on her nipples now but, in her state, I doubted she would even feel them. Fortunately, I had some other things in my box.I picked up two alligator clamps that I had cut off a set of jumper cables.She'll sure notice these ones, I said to myself.She did.Her screams filled the basement for a long time. When they died down, I knelt in front of her. Her lungs heaved like a bellows and her breath came in ragged grunts. With my fingers I flicked one clamp; she yelped, and her breathing got.
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