Spicy Hot
She trembles all over, her teeth chatter, her hands are clenched on the bonds.
"You see?" I murmur, wiping her tears with my fingertips. "Pain is not an enemy. It opens. It prepares."
"I... I feel," she breathes. "I feel something."
"What?"
"The heat. Like the first time. Beneath the pain. The heat rising."
"That's good. That's what we want. Now, we go further."
I signal Lena. She puts down the whip, picks up something else. A knife. Small, shiny, sharp. The same as the first night, the one I placed on her throat before taking her.