an evil epiphany

walking around him, She is light footed on soft polished peds. unbeknown to him, She already knows of his paralyzing weakness and fetish and Her intention is to use it wantonly against him. he watches weakly, his eyes glazed and fastened to Her every subtle movement like shiny, ebony buttons. with a nervous darting expression, he aches as he watches Her whirl and prance about him. Her powerful calves seem to bunch up and split like overtaxed hearts. then sitting in front of him crosslegged, he swallows hard as She rocks and swings Her leg, flicking and curling Her long simian jointed toes. She senses and tastes his ubiquitous fear, and it rouses and inflames the sadist within. his mouth hangs agape and his insipid, dull expression compels Her anxiousness to stretch out, but She savors the moment and holds back, drinking in his confusion and trepidation.
 
"you know, my boyfriend says that i need to find something else to take out my agressions and frustrations on." She slinks behind him and grabs a lock of his hair and yanks the head back forcibly hard until a satisfying crack is heard.the angle is unbearably painful and he struggles to right himself but, Her leverage is too extreme. She looks down into the pools of his languishing eyes smiling, and catches a stray tear with her smallest nail. "Awwwwwwwe, are You going to cry? Are You gonna bawl?" yanking his head down hard She is not satisfied with the faint gurgling sound he is making in his throat. standing up, She lifts Her high arched foot and locks it securely over the overtaxed windpipe. bearing down, Her eyes ignite with excitement as She begins to observe the effects of blocking his airway. his eyes bulge appreciatively. the striations of muscle can now be clearly seen in and around the socket wall. his face is turning a sickly shade of purple and the entertainment is fantastic as She watches the spasms of his tongue move in conjunction to the rhythm of the pressure She applies with Her foot, in the preliminary stage of strangulation.

with a pensive pout She strokes his forhead running Her nails over the pocks, indents, scars and ridges of other past dominating adventures. a spurious grin cradles itself between Her dimples. Her eyes widen with delight as the purple darkens even around the tips of his ears. then just as suddenly as it began, She lifts Her foot and allows for a gallon of air to come rushing in.

he coughs and wheezes uncontrollably while She watches with immeasurable entertainment. "Awwwwwwwe ... i don't want to break You. Well, at least not yet."

standing up to walk She begins a soliloquy,

"tsk ... tsk ... you know, I have broken so many things in O/our house because of my anger don't you?
 i just don't know? what to do? ... what to do ...?" he watches feebily as She stretches out, bends over and touches the sole of each foot, then each curled toe.

She knows she has him.

still limbering up, She continues to taunt and tease him unmercifully.

"he says that I should find a punching bag or something to work out my rage and fury on."
sigh ...

"But, why should I buy a puching bag when I already have something fun and entertaining to workout on? Huh ?... he stutters and shakes his head, trying to remove the dead from his mind.  She smiles with a sharkish grin, each pointed tooth curved upward or downward like a convincing honed blade. "do You know what it is?" Hmmmmmm .... grabbing the lapels of his shirt She yanks them forcibly forward. "Why it's you silly." "you."

Hmmmmmmm?"  patting his cheek softly at first, She then rears back and slaps him extremely hard with a focused follow through that rakes her nails against the side of his face, bringing about a tiny bit of blood..

"Mmmmmmmmmmmm ... closing Her eyes, She laps at the viscous liquid  splayed out against Her finger tips, then traces the red against Her bottom lip.

his heart is racing now, his breathing rapid and well spent, a fine layer of beaded sweat dots his forehead. he struggles to loosen the ropes and the binds which She has him securely attached to. but, hopelessness and  desperation have already set in.

She narrows Her eyes, goes up on Her toes,  clenches Her fists, a thin sharp smile steals across Her lips.

"Reeeeeeaaaaaaady? ... Shall W/we begin?"