THE DEGRADATION OF LINDA

By Cassandra Masters

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            'Then try the candle. Remember ‑ you're a brute. You don't care about me at all. You just want to punish me. You have to threaten. Can you do that, John? Do a good job and I'll suck you like you've never been sucked before.'

            John picked up the two‑foot candle and looked down at his target. Linda's lips were slowly closing, gradually returning to their natural pucker. He spread her with his fingers and put the bulbous end of the candle to her flesh.

            'Now remember your role, John!  Curse me!  Tell me what you're going to do to me.  I'll beg for mercy, but take no notice. It's a game, John. Just a game. Can you do it for me?'

            John pushed. Her lips spread slowly over the hard wax.

            'That's right, John. Now say the words!'

            'Bitch!' he said.

            'And what are you going to do to me?'

            'You damned bitch, I'm going to ram this candle right up your...'

            'Louder, John. Say it like you mean it.'

            'You whore! I'm going to split you open from…'

            The bedroom door opened.

            'No you're not, sonny, ' a quiet voice said.

            John looked up.  An older man stood there, in a business suit.  John scrambled up from the bed.  'Who the hell are you?' he shouted. 'What are you doing in here?  Get lost! ' He made fists and raised them.

            The older man reached out between John's clubbed hands and took a pinch‑grip on his lower lip. Suddenly John's lower face was in agony. His lip felt like it was ripping away from his gums. He could taste blood.  John's fist pulled back, ready to punch out. The intruder twisted. The pain took John to his knees.

 * * *

            'We shan't make a scene in front of a lady, shall we now?' the man said.  'Be good and I won't do any permanent damage to your pretty face.' He lifted John by his lip until he was forced to stand on tip‑toe.  'This way out.'  Walking John backwards, he propelled him out of the bedroom, through the living room, and to the apartment's door.  'If you'll just open that for me, sonny?'

            John groped behind him and found the handle.

            'Thank you.'

            He took John to the top of the staircase which led down to the bar.  John was forced back until he was balanced on the edge.  John's hand found the rail and clutched.  The man twisted and pushed. John was leaning backwards over the drop. The man released him and lashed out with his foot. His heel hit the inside of John's left knee. John fell. He rolled over backwards twice before he hit the bottom.  A moment later his clothes landed on top of him. The upstairs door closed.

            'You got my note, Caz. ' Linda said.

            Yes.' He looked her over from head to foot. 'Some of your 'bruises' have smudged,' he observed dryly.

            'I was helpless, you see," Linda said. 'There was nothing I could do to stop him. I'm ‑ I'm still helpless. I guess I'm in your power now.'

            Caz untied her right ankle. 'I do believe that I am still a guest in your establishment,' he remarked. 'I don't recall asking you to be familiar.'

            'Familiar?'

            He started on the other ankle. 'You called me 'Caz' ?'

            'I'm sorry.'

            'I'm sorry..?'

            'Sir.'