What Doesn't Kill You (A Suspense Collection) (11 page)

It looks like a scene from a bondage porn movie
,
thought Heather. And to make the picture the complete, she needed to do
something about those sexy boxer trunks.

Except for the bed, a medium-sized wooden table, and an
office chair with wheels, the room was bare.

On the table there were
tools
that Loretta
believed Heather might need to have handy when giving Daniel his just deserts:
a curved claw hammer, a drill, a straight wooden cane, a pair of pliers,
several knives of different sizes, a leather bullwhip, and an electric stun
gun.

“I recommend this.” Loretta lifted the stun gun and waved
it. “Very painful and doesn’t cause permanent damage. If you don’t overuse it,
of course.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“And before I forget.” Loretta gestured Heather to look
under the table and lightly kicked the bedpan that sat there. “You’ll have to
help him out unless you’re okay with him pissing and shitting in bed.”

“I don’t know how to use it.”

“It’s very easy, you’ll figure it out in no time.”

Then Loretta showed Heather her room, the bathroom, and
the kitchen. At the end of the tour, she said, “If you need to contact me, use
this.” Loretta took a black Motorola walkie-talkie out of her jacket pocket and
handed it to Heather. “Push this button.” She pointed at the large button in
the middle of the device. “And tell the guys that you want to talk to me.”

“Got it.” Heather slipped the walkie-talkie into her
shorts pocket.

“One more thing. Please, keep the blinds shut, just in
case.”

“Okay.”

When Loretta was about to leave the cabin, Heather
asked, “Are you going to lock us up?”

“Yes. For your own safety. I hope you don’t mind
staying inside all day.”

“As a matter of fact, I enjoy it.”

Loretta looked into Heather’s eyes, lightly clasped her
arm, and said, “Much as you hate Daniel, I don’t recommend killing him. You
don’t want to have this on your conscience for the rest of your life.”

There was a short silence, after which Heather said,
“But I still have this option, right?”

Loretta nodded. “No one’s going to stop you if you
decide to do it.”

4.

Heather scrutinized the drill. No, she probably wasn’t
going to use it on Daniel. When you drilled a hole in a human body, the risk
was too high of going through some important artery or some vital organ. And
don’t forget the terrible scars. Heather didn’t want her future husband to be
half-paralyzed or have ugly scars. No matter how
passionate
she was
going to get while handling Daniel in the next four days, she had to make sure
that his gorgeous body and skin remained in the same condition as they had been
before he found himself on this bed.

And talking about scars—why the hell would anyone think
that scars made men more attractive? That was bullshit invented by men with
scars.

Now the knives. Most likely, she wouldn’t need them
either.

As Heather stood by the table, she suddenly realized
she couldn’t stop looking at the bulge in Daniel’s boxers. Could he be having
an erection?

In his current situation? Very unlikely.

Heather walked over to the bed and pulled the blindfold
off Daniel’s head. The anger on his face quickly transformed into utter
surprise when Daniel saw her. His jaw literally dropped, and it took him
several seconds to collect his thoughts and say, “Heather, it’s you? What’s
going on? Where are we?”

Heather smiled. She loved Daniel’s reaction.

“We’re in a cabin in the woods,” she said. She noticed
the beads of sweat on his smooth muscular chest and thought how sexy they were.
“You’re about to be punished for what you’ve done.”

“What?” Daniel creased his forehead. “Did you pull a
prank on me? I must say, you got me good, baby.”

“It’s not a prank, Dan. This is all for real.” She
swung her right arm and slapped Daniel on the cheek. She slapped him again a
second later.

“What are you doing?” Daniel shouted.

“You lied to me, Dan. You
lied to me
.”

Heather had kept the promise she’d given to Loretta and
hadn’t broached the subject of infidelity with Daniel this whole time. Now, she
couldn’t wait to boastfully announce that she knew
everything.
The words
were bursting out of her mouth.

“How the hell did I lie to you? What did I say?”

“You fucked Christine. And you also fucked Amy. And I’m
pretty sure there were a dozen more.”

Heather made a fist and punched Daniel in the crotch.
Daniel shrieked with pain and then yelled, “What are you talking about, baby? I
didn’t fuck anybody. Who told you this?”

“And you keep on lying, Dan. You keep on lying.”
Heather went to the table, took the computer tablet, and returned to the bed.
“Here’s what you texted to Christine three days ago: ‘Baby, I want you to lick
my balls.’ And she replied: ‘I can’t wait to do it tonight.’ And then you
texted: ‘I’m dying to eat your pussy, baby.’ And she replied: ‘You’re making me
wet, baby.’” Heather turned the screen to Daniel so he could read the messages
for himself. “So did she lick your balls? Did you like it?”

Damn, what a triumphant, sweet feeling it was! She
showed this jerk that she wasn’t that easy to fool, that his web of lies had
collapsed.

“
Baby.
So Christine’s your baby, huh? And Amy’s
your baby, too.
Baby
. What a fucking asshole you are!”

“So what are you going to do?”

Heather spent ten seconds gazing at Daniel silently
before she replied, “I’m going to make you regret what you’ve done to me.”

“Why are you doing this?” Despite the grimace of horror
and disbelief, Daniel’s face remained handsome.

“Before you say once again that you didn’t fuck
Christine, watch this.” Heather opened the media player and began playing the
video of Daniel fucking Christine on his bed.

A minute later, with a stunned look on his face, Daniel
shifted his eyes from the tablet to Heather and asked in a husky voice, “Where
did you get this? Did you and Christine set me up?”

“Jesus, Dan, you really think I’d ask some whore to
sleep with you? Oh my God, you are such a moron!” Heather swallowed the lump in
her throat. “Why am I doing this… It’s payback time, asshole. You told me you
loved more than anything else in the world. What a liar!” Heather put the
tablet down on the floor.

“I made a mistake. I’m sorry, baby. Please forgive me.
I’ll never do it again.”

“I knew you’d say that. And I don’t believe you.”
Heather walked to the table, picked up the bullwhip, and started examining it.
“I must teach you a lesson, baby. What you’ve done is unforgivable, and I might
never recover from that, but punishing you will ease the pain. At least I hope
it will.” She put the whip under her left arm. “You must understand that you
deserve this.” She looked at Daniel. “Do you admit that you deserve
punishment?”

“I guess so. If it’s not cruel.” Daniel exhaled loudly.
“What do you have in mind?”

“What do I have in mind?” Heather picked up a small
knife from the table and marched back to the bed, her eyes fixed on Daniel’s
face. Just as she’d expected, the sight of the knife in her hand made Daniel
uneasy. Still looking at her boyfriend’s face, she hung the whip on the footboard,
sat down on the edge of the bed, and slid her left thumb under the waistband of
his boxers.

“Are you scared?” she asked. Then she lifted the
waistband an inch above Daniel’s skin and dramatically stuck the knife blade
into the opening.

“What are you doing?” Daniel asked when the top of the
knife touched his penis.

“It’s okay, sweetie. Don’t be scared.” Heather grabbed
hold of the waistband. “I’m not chopping your cock off.” Then she added, “Not
yet.” She began cutting the boxers.

After realizing that Heather was going to remove his
trunks, Daniel cracked a weak smile and said, “You want to have some fun,
baby?”

Heather gave him a studying look and said, “Do you
think you’re here to have fun?”

Heather’s heart was pounding faster and faster as her
gaze moved from Daniel’s gorgeous face to his smooth chest, to his hairy
armpits, to his flat stomach, to his neatly trimmed pubis, to his flaccid dick.
His body was glistening with sweat, and Heather was dying to touch it, to grind
herself against it. Daniel’s musk—the smell of a boy who was turning into a
man—was intoxicating.

After fighting off the desire to grab Daniel’s cock and
put it in her mouth, Heather shifted her eyes to his muscular thighs and then
to his shins and feet. His toes were exquisite, and those little hairs on his
big toes made Heather’s heart skip a beat. The memories of Daniel’s hairy legs
brushing against her body during those long blowjob sessions in his bed
immediately emerged in her mind.

It came to her mind that Daniel might suspect that all
this was an elaborate sexual role-play game. If that was the case, he was
dumber than she thought.

After tossing Daniel’s boxers on the floor, she stood
up, grabbed the bullwhip, and gave Daniel four lashes with it, which landed on
his stomach and legs. Daniel screamed each time the whip struck him.

“You fucking whore,” she said, scanning the welts left
by the bullwhip on Daniel’s body. “You lied to me. You fucked those cunts.” She
hit Daniel with the whip again. “You said you loved me and then you fucked
them.”

Heather made sure not to shrill, not to look mad,
unhinged. When people think you’ve gone insane, they dismiss whatever you say
as crazy talk resulting from the temporary eclipse of the mind. She wanted
Daniel to take her words seriously.

She lashed him one more time, on the chest, and dropped
the bullwhip on the floor. Then she carefully inspected the welts and was glad
to find no lacerations on Daniel’s skin.

“I’ve never thought you’d do something like that,”
Daniel groaned. Tears were rolling down his face, and Heather had a sense that
he was one kick in the balls away from weeping. Honestly, she was surprised
Daniel had such a low tolerance for pain. Or maybe she’d hit him harder than
she’d thought.

“Are you going to kill me?” Daniel asked.

“Are you afraid that I am? That’s interesting.” Heather
smiled.

“I don’t know. You look pretty upset. You probably hate
me.”

It dawned upon Heather what her biggest fear had been
so far. She wasn’t afraid she’d get caught by the police, as would be the case
for most women in her situation. She feared that she would lack the resolve to
follow through, that she would back out, driven by her feelings for Daniel.

Well, now that she had tried her hand at terrorizing
Daniel, she didn’t doubt herself anymore. She knew she possessed the strength
to go to the end.

5.

At half past six, Loretta came back to the cabin,
carrying a laptop.

“Are you ready to call your parents?” Loretta opened
the laptop and typed in the password.

“Call my parents?” A moment later Heather remembered
that she had promised her mom to call at least once a day. “Oh yes, sure. Let’s
call them.”

Loretta handed Heather a wireless headset with a
microphone and waited for her to put it on. Then she dialed Heather’s home
phone number.

The conversation with her mother turned out easier and
shorter than Heather had expected. She told her mom that everything was fine,
that she and her friends were having a great time, and, thankfully, no probing
questions followed.

“They’re probably happy to take a break from you, too,”
Loretta joked.

When she was on her way out of the cabin, Loretta came
by the living room and said, “Don’t do anything stupid, Daniel, okay? We’re
going to keep an eye on this house.”

After Loretta left, Heather got hungry and went to the
kitchen. On the way there, she realized that this getaway was the first time
she and Daniel would spend the whole night—several nights, in fact—together. It
was indeed a momentous occasion. They were almost like husband and wife!

No matter what happened next, at least this particular
dream of hers would come true. 

Heather opened the refrigerator and reviewed its
contents. Loretta had not exaggerated: there was indeed enough food to last
Heather and Daniel at least four days.

“If you don’t like it, let me know,” Loretta said to
her. “I’ll order takeout for you.”

It appeared that Loretta cared about her guests’
figures—the fridge was filled with boxes of Jenny Craig frozen diet meals.
After pondering the available options, Heather grabbed a box with Chicken
Carbonara and headed for the microwave. She had been tempted to starve Daniel,
but Loretta advised to feed her boyfriend at least a bare minimum so as to keep
him alive and conscious. Heather figured that there was a point in supplying
Daniel with nourishment, after all; food cravings would distract this asshole
from the lesson she was teaching him, and she didn’t want it to happen.