49) Forget Me Not's

As the hours passed, Mj kept herself awake with the sadistic joy she got from waiting until Casper’s eyes drifted shut and his breathing slowed before she would kick his chair and watch his body jolt itself cognizant. The swelling and bruises on his face had started to subside, the blood on his face and clothes had long since dried, but the terrified tremors still plagued his entire frame. Mj continued her subtle, psychological torture, sometimes jumping up from her seat and charging toward Casper, only to spin herself around the rear of his armchair and head for the kitchen or simply sit back down and stretch her legs. Every time she moved close to him, the mentally worn man tied to the chair would clamp his lips shut as tightly as possible and whimper with fear of the unknown. Hunkering down with a smile on her face Mj watched as the first signs of morning began tickling the surface of the floor, and she decided to let Casper’s body crash into a deprived sleep while she contemplate