Tortured for Revenge

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You're the bitch who tormented my daughter to the point where she started self harming, it got so bad we had to move away.

But that was a couple of years ago and I'm back. I've got a cabin out in the hills and a box of tricks waiting there to use on you.

I've been following you for weeks. I know every movement you make on a day to day basis and I'm ready to pounce. It's a small town full of nosy fuckers so I need to be on my game.

As you walk past shit old car I've stolen I ask you for directions. You look around to get your bearings and I check for the final time that the coast is clear.

I leap out and punch you full in the face, probably breaking your nose. Then as you bounce off the wall I use your momentum to drag you onto the back seat. There's chains attached to the floor and I gag you with an oily cloth before securing you to them by your wrists, ankles and waist. I throw a dark blanket over you and set off for the cabin.

I drive for a mile in the wrong direction then throw your phone in the river and set off the right way. It's a smooth ride, for me at least. Every time we stop at a junction I lean back and hit you with a police baton, legs hips ribs head whatever.
You yelp through you're gag, so I know you're still alive.

The last half hour of the drive is brutal. The roads are terrible this far out into the hills and you're bounced around like crazy on the floor.
You whine like a bitch through your gag but I know that after ten minutes in the cabin you'll be wishing you were back in the car.

We arrive and I kill the engine. It's cold out here, and the only sound is the car itself cooling down. I go into the cabin to put the light on etc and come back a few minutes later.

I drag your blanket off of you and you get your first look at me. You've absolutely no idea who I am. You've clearly pissed yourself, and you're one scared girl. I lean in to your waist, grib the waistband of your jeans and pull then down roughly to your anles as thats as far as they'll go because of your chains.

I pull out the baton from the loop on my belt and lay in on the rear seat after making sure you see it.

I'm going to undo your ankles now and if you kick me, even once, I'll beat you black and blue. Do you understand?
You mumble something through the gag.
Nod once for yes.
You look up at me through tear stained eyes and nod once.

I undo your chains, pull your shoes and jeans completely off and make sure you see as I throw them into the long grass. Then I peel your wet panties off and you're left with one sock on.
It looks ridiculous so I leave it there.

I show you the baton again and say "Same rules apply" then undo your waist.
I put a thick leather collar around your neck and as I tighten it you realise there's spikes on the inside.
The spikes are pretty short but to you they feel huge.
I pull out scissors and cut your top and bra off, throw them somewhere near your jeans, and undo your wrists. Theres a handle on the back of your collar and I drag you out of the car.
Before you have the chance to stand I start to drag you towards the cabin. You stagger and slip trying not to fall, and every time I take another long stride I jerk you along, the spikes in your collar really cutting into you now.

I pick up the oil lamp and walk around you looking at your bruises. I don't think your nose is broken after all but its definitely fucked up.
Your side and leg are heavily bruised on one side from the baton beatings in the car, and your left leg is grazed and bloody from being dragged inside.
There's a massive bruise on your hip from where it smashed into the step as I dragged you in.
I prod it with the baton and you howl in pain.
That reminds me. I pull out the rag from your mouth and you start talking quickly
Please mister I... if you just let..
I pull your pissy panties out of my pocket and stuff them forcefully into your mouth, gripping your chin and forcing it closed.
Shhh Haley I whisper quietly into your ear, you're only wasting your breath. Shhhh .
You realise I know your name and it adds a whole new level of terror to your night.

Yeah I know who you are cunt.
I pull out a photo of my daughter when she was younger and shove it in your face.
You tried to ruin my little girl's life... you start to try to talk through your gag, and I smash you in the ribs with my baton. Two three four times, enjoying the satisfying thud each time it connects.
Not a fucking word bitch I've heard everything I ever want to hear from you.
You cry and whimper, clearly in pain every time you breathe.

You tormented her, bullied her, and made her life hell. You make a sound like you're going to speak and I raise the baton but it's just you trying to breathe.

I circle you as I talk...

The first time you and your cunt friends picked on her you dragged her into the school toilet and pulled her knickers down, you took a photo of her privates and threatened to send it to all the boys. Telling her she'd never get hair down there as you and your friends poked and prodded at her.
That was the first time she self harmed.
So that's where we'll start.

I undo the cord holding your wrists over your head and let it go. You collapse onto the floor and yell out in fresh agony as you land.
I grab the cord securing your handcuffs and wrap it around your neck a few times, your hands now fixed under your chin.
You're on your side, so I straddle your lower leg and raise the other one. I pull out an open razor and touch it against your arm, blood instantly pouring from the wound and new blood curdling screams from you.
If you struggle I'll cut you to fucking ribbons. Understand?

I drag the razor across your bush, flick the excess hair away and continue. You howl every time the razor nicks your mound or your labia or your leg, which it does frequently as I'm not gentle. I get your mound reasonably shorn then say Hold still this is the tricky bit, and proceed to tidy up farther down.
Your cunt is covered in tiny cuts and grazes, and when I pour a full bottle of aftershave over you you pass out while screaming

You wake up later, no idea how long you've been out for. With no natural light in the cabin it's impossible to know. There's pain everywhere, so much that you barely register something bing pushed into your cunt.
You're flat on your back on the table, your hands secured to one end as your pussy sticks over the other end, your ankles secured to the table legs underneath.
You're back I say as you start to moan again. Just in time.

I'm standing over you with a lit candle, one of the big white gothic looking ones.
I start to let the molten wax drip onto your body, covering your tits and belly, some running into the cuts on your pubic mound.
It's painful, but you're already at 9.5 on the pain register so it's difficult to tell if your moaning changes.

I'm clearly toying with you, and through the fog in your head you wonder why I'm.. then you
feel your inner thighs start to get warmer. Then hot. Uncomfortably hot. You realise exactly whats happening down there and try to jerk around and that's when you realise you're strapped to the table.

Brand new pain begins as the burning flame gets closer and closer you your pussy. There's a horrible smell as your thighs are singed by the candle flame and tears fall freely from your face.
The pain in your pussy increses and increases til it's unimaginable, then there's a tsh and the flame goes out as your pussy closes around whats left of the candle.
You shake and cry and start to beg, and i slap you backhand across your face harder than you thought possible.
I fucking told you I didn't want to hear your voice cunt - I scream into your face, and you go back to moaning and whimpering and crying.

Shall I tell you now about the second time she started to self harm? When she progressed from stabbing to slashing?
I think I should...

She was just getting over your harassment of her when it started up again.
As I talk to you I undo your bound ankles and turn you over, re tying your ankles, your hands still over your head.
You're face down on the table now.
You dragged her naked out of her cubicle with a different bunch of your cunt friends. Then four of you whipped her with your wet towels for the crime of not having any tits yet.
You vindictive bastard. Who are you to judge anyone?
I'll be honest with you, if there was a way of cutting your tits off without you bleeding out on me then you'd be as flat chested as she was by now.
She started self harming again after that. If it wasn't bad enough what you'd done you filmed it and showed it around the school.
I wanted to kill you that night.

You hear a crack and know instantly what's coming. I walk towards you cracking the whip, and you start to moan before I even begin.
I loosen up like an athlete then stand to one side of you.
Look at me cunt - I demand

You keep your face turned the other way so I grab your head and bang it off the tanle again and again and again. I pull the razor from my pocket and hold it just under your eye, splitting the skin easily, look at me while I whip you or I'll have your fucking eyes you worthless cunt.
You sent that video to everyone to watch, so you can watch this.
I smash your head off the table again and step away to pick up the whip.
Eyes open or hanging out Haley makes no difference to me.
You open your eyes, although you probably can't see a thing through your tears and pain.
CRACK AAAAAAARRRGGGHHHHH
You reach a new volume as you scream, probably damaging something in your throat.
You pant and cry and say softly please..
Your pale back has a red line running from one side to the other that looks like agony.
I whip you again. And again you scream. I whip you again and again and again and again and again. Your screams merge into one long howl of pain as i thrash your back bloody.
I stop, panting, and rub my shoulder.

Your back is a mess, criss crossed by cuts and welts, swollen grotesquely and there's blood everywhere. As you piss yourself the pain of your urine on your burnt pussy causes you to pass out again.
You need to feel this so I wait til you're conscious and take off my leather belt.
The pain is beyond anything you could imagine, you're not talking or begging anymore it's just noises coming out of you.

When you're as awake and aware as you're going to be I start again. This time I'm behind you, and you feel the sting as the belt hits your inner thigh. You convulse and moan louder. I whip you again, another 10 times. On the inside and outside of both legs, and on your butt.
You're drifting in and out of consciousness at this point.

I undo your restraints, you've no fight left in you and you stay exactly where you are.
And then- I say- then, you get her alone this time in the toilets and show her the messages on your phone that you claimed were from me. Telling her you've been fucking her dad and that I wanted to hear all about how you'd treated her while we fucked.
Do you know what that did to her? That's when she tried to kill herself. You made my little girl try to.. I can't even say it you horrible nasty fucking bitch.
I grab you and throw you off the table, you land on your back on the floor and bounce around like a fish out of water.
You try to turn onto your side but my boot on your shoulder stops you and pushes you back down.
There's tears and snot all over your face as it contorts in agony. I stand over you unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down. You don't realise what I'm doing til I kneel between your legs and you feel my cock brush against you, then you know how this is going to end.
I dig roughly inside you for the candle that's still in there. As my fingers pull it out re opening wounds that were just beginning to heal.
You're in a fog of pain and barely react as I spit on my hand, rub it onto my cock head and push my cock inside you.
I rape you hard but you're not here mentally anymore and are barely aware of what I'm doing.
I grip your hips, pushing you down into the floor as my cock pounds into you, then I grunt and cum inside you, my seed spurting into you, draining my balls.

I pull out and get dressed. Get into my car, and drive away. An hour later I'm crossing the border and by the following morning I'm at the airport ready to start my new life.

A few days later I read about a girl who was found in a cabin in the woods who'd been tortured and abused and left for dead.
She survived, just, but was unable to speak, or function properly mentally.

Poor cunt.