The gag prevented Riella from screaming. If she had, she would have been hoarse by now. How much longer? How much longer until the client had enough of this torture? Client, not man. Regular people didn’t do these things to their own kind. She struggled weakly against the restraints. The leather bands bit into her wrists, adding another layer of blood to the cuts.
The client walked around her, adjusting ties and binds. He never said a word, and he wore the same impassible expression all along as if he didn’t see a woman in front of him but only a tool to get relief for his frustrations.
Surprisingly, he didn’t get off on her being submissive. He enjoyed her rage. And she was enraged over the bruises he’d left on her creamy skin, and possibly a couple of broken bones too. It was hard to tell as there was too much pain all around.
The struggle brought no relief. The machine he’d tied her to was designed in such way that she couldn’t break free by herself. Too many restrains and odd angles that gave her no leverage. She shouldn’t waste her strength that way, but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted outside of her control. But she wouldn’t give in. She refused to let this monster break her.
The client pulled on a lever. Her leg twisted unnaturally. Riella let out another soundless scream.
(The Nightingale Circus Collection - The Firebird)