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Solitude of Suffering
By Mark Grinage
Wednesday, January 27, 2010

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Revenge takes course even after years have passed.

"Markus,Markus, come here?" She asked as she took in deep breaths of air.

"Do not be afraid I only wish to converse with you." I slowly began to step forward toward her. My feet splashed in the small puddles of water, on the half cement and half earthen floor. The only light in the basement was from the rear door, which lied directly behind her. There was absolutely no other way out, but through her. She could see the uneasiness in my body language.

"That's right come here child, come here?" The very site of her repulsed my core, yet something deep,deep, inside of me needed her acceptance, and maybe... even her...love.

With each step, I became that much closer to being within her clutches. She forced a calmness, to her appearance, but that was no calmness, only carefully subsided hidden rage.

"I need you to come into the house upstairs and assist me. Won't that be nice?"

"Yes ma'am." When I reached her, she turned about, and walked toward the door. She stood outside of the entrance. I thought she intended to lock me in for a longer amount of time. Her hand motioned me out into the sun.

Stepping out of the cold muddy rat infested basement into the sun felt invigorating, and warmed my bones. The sun glared into my eyes, they could not adjust even to the house lighting, was almost unbearable. It was a relief to not be bitten by the rats all night.

"Follow me Markus." I knew what was coming, and I also if I did not, the basement would be my dwelling much sooner than I had expected.

Into the house deceivingly cheery and brightly lit. The walls were covered in pinks, lilacs, lavender, and spicy plums, with sky blues, in areas for certain types of guest. The rest of the house was dark, dismal, dreary, and black. Everything was in meticulous order, and not one spec of dust anywhere. A violin sat on the coffee table.

"Upstairs please?" We entered the bedroom. She stood at the entrance of the doorway waiting for me to walk in. She then closed the door. All three dead bolts were locked, along with the 4 sliding chains, and a two by four reenforcement slid across the width of the door. The windows upstairs were barred as downstairs, there was no escape.

"Stand by the bed." She said calmly yet in a firm demanding instructional tone. I could feel each step of her four inch heels thump the floor inside of the hot stuffy

room. Then, she turned her back to me only inches away from my person.

"Unzip my dress."

"Yes."

"Yes ma'am!"

"Yes ma'am!"

"Now unlatch my bra."

"Yes ma'am."

"Now be silent and obey all of my commands."

"Slip off my dress. Take off my panties. Pull them all the way off. Now command me onto the bed."

"Get onto the bed." I said wearily,being obviously difficult.

"Now, I know that you can say it better than that!"

"Get onto the bed!"

"Bitch!"

"Bitch!"

"That's right call me bitch."

"Bitch get onto your knees, on all fours, bend over bitch!"

"Yes daddy whatever you say." She began to moan, placing her fingers inside of her woman hole, and then placing them into her very own mouth.

"Come here Markus? Taste. Taste of me. Do you like it? I shook my head in agreement.

"Come to me ,to the edge of the bed? Now stand behind me. Do you like my ass? I shook my head yes again in agreement.Never ever question my authority over you. You are mine I own you. You are my slave, and do whatsoever I command. Now that you have come forth from the darkness of the basement, you are to address me as Mistress. Look at my ass,stare at it, fantasize of it." She moved it back and forth in a swaying motion, from side to side. An eerie silence filled the room the hot and muggy room. My body was uncomfortably close to hers. That is when she said it. She said the dreaded ritual.

"Markus?"

"Yes Mistress."

"I want you to kiss my ass. Kiss it all over. Lick the crack.

Spread me open slow and place your tongue inside of me. Suck my pussy.

"Yes Mistress." She winced with pleasure as I sighed in defeat. Before long it was over. She released me from the temporary prison, only after I scrubbed her body. We then drove in the car to Dairy Queen. She purchased me the normal ice cream Sundae. After buying the sundae we sat in the car, it was very very hot.

"Markus, I hope that your schoolwork is done. I do not want to hear that awful teacher of yours contacting me of any foul behavior, or any missing assignments."

"Missing assignments, really?"

"Ah, ah, ah, no talk back now, shush your mouth! You do not want me to-."

"O.k! o.k! I'll be good! I'll be good! Whatever you say! Just don't do that to me please?! Please?!"

"That is more like it. O.k. I promise I will not do that to you. She said pointing her finger in my direction.

"If you play your part maybe you will be nominated." She placed black lipstick onto her lips in the mirror. I guess I had never really look looked at her before, but she was not that bad looking. Her bright blue eyes, dark black hair those forty-four triple e breast, and that parachute out a window and survive bra that held them up. The make up that she wore was perfect pale white, black eyeliner, and under her clothes a tight form fitting leather bathing suit.

"Markus you are mine," she said again with the sound of frustration in her voice," you do understand that don't you?"

"Yes Mistress."

"Now do your duty!"

"Right here!" The whole inside palm of her hand had made contact with my face before I had known what had happened.

"Wake up! Wake up! Now do it!" My head was foggy,after being struck with so much force. Her hand had made contact with my face with as much force as a construction working man driving a hammer to a nail.

" But there are people everywhere!"

"Slide over next to me and do it!" I picked my sundae up off of the floor and tossed it out of the window,and did what Mistress had instructed.

" Pretend to be looking for something on the back seat floor, and act confused. With my head peering into the back seat, my right hand moved her panties aside, and I slid my finger into her. She hugged my arm, and kissed my skin gently stroking me softly. The more my finger slid out and in, the more she enjoyed it. After her climax had occurred, she sternly ordered me to sit back down.

"Place your arms around me, hold me...hold me please?" She begged with intimate loneliness in her eyes. All my mind could think was even the torturing menacing bitch needs love too.

"Yes Mistress.

"Let's go home and get showered up for the tonight!" Tonight! oh my goodness, no no no no no no no no nnnn, no! Help me! Anybody please, please help?! My mind screamed for actions that my mouth would not produce. The drive home, she held onto my hand, resting on the seat between us. maybe it will go well for me, at least not any basement, because he is coming home.

I went straightway upstairs to my bedroom as soon as we arrived home. Her words echoed into my heart, as I hid under the dirty clothes in my closet, praying that they don't find me. Every so often I peeked my head out to listen for him. It was hot, sweaty and my palms were soaked. My heart beat thumped inside of my chest and there was nothing I could do.

The last time I peaked under the door, I heard his feet pounding up the steps. his shadow covered the hall light that could be scene under the door. He stood there silently. The door handle slowly began to turn. The door eerily opened slowly, and I quickly hid myself back inside of the closet. His footsteps stomped slowly through the room, to the closet door and stopped. The door opened. I could hear him breath.

"I know you are in there under the clothes. I can smell your fear. Come out boy!" He barked and I jumped of nervousness and gave up my position, where I had been crouching perfectly still, motionless, and quiet as an ant.

"Come downstairs we are all waiting for you!"

"Oh no!" I whispered to myself. He left the room. I stood up from my hidden position, disrobed and walked downstairs.

"Throughout the house was a cable system on the ceiling, on a roller. From that roller hung a chain, and from that chain was a black leather steel studded dog collar. The collar was mine. Slowly I began my decent into the dungeness dining hall.

The room was lit only by candle, with a long table at the center, and benched on both sides. A whole pig was served, garnished with apples, and one stuffed in its mouth. I entered the room. The table was full of there friends naked, even without shoes or sox. I could possibly be dessert.

"Attach the collar!" He yelled. I reached above and grabbed the collar placing it around my neck securing the locking mechanism.

"Sit down in the corner, place the paper bag over your head and suck on your thumb!" I was ordered as everyone watched silently. The feast began, I could only imagine the sounds all around me. The eating, the laughter,the moans, the sighing,the... This went on for about two hours. Everything stopped simultaneously at once, and all stood silent.

"Bring forward the boy!" The cable system circled the dining hall table. A large woman jerked me up out of the corner, and snatched the paper bag from off of my head. The room full of naked people stood and stared at me. All were wearing pseudo vampire teeth with false blood poured onto their bodies.

"Line up everyone!" The fat woman yelled. I then stood at the beginning of the tables head seat. All of the guests were across the table from me. They all stared at me with apprehensive anxious anticipation. I could feel there hunger and thirst for me as if I were the last drop of water on earth.

"Round and round and round we go three times circling if caught anything goes. On your mark, get set, go!" The chase began. All of the vampire like people single file chasing me around this large dining hall table as Mistress played the violin. The consequences of becoming captured prey,were disastrous.They did not catch me that night! I was disconnected from the collar afterward and then placed into the punishment box, for the night. The punishment box was a chest.

In the morning I was released for school. The chest did not afford me the comfortability of sleeping well. In the midst of class, I would fall asleep and wake up screaming. The school psychologist was called in for immediate emergency psychotherapy. Immediately, they removed me from the school, by ambulance, with that last outburst of mine, to John Michaels Institution. The sedation I was given, allowed me the rest of two whole days, that is when I was awakened by the doctor.

The Dr. was a gorgeous voluptuous blonde upon whose very presence, I gained an erection, instantaneously as soon as she would enter the room. She dressed in slacks a sweater and a gold chain, with her hair pinned up. We began intensive therapy.

"Markus," she said as she sat down into the chair,I sat on my bed, in the small but cozy one window bedroom.

"I want you to lie down under the cover and get comfy cozy o.k."

"O.k." She reached her arm out and softly caressed my face with her gentle soothing hands.

"Markus, why do you have an erection now?"

"Honestly?"

"Yes honestly." there was no hiding it lying flat on my back with this thin quilt.

"You turn me on."

"What is it about me that arouses you?"

"Your full lips and sexy ass eyes."

"O.k. I would like for you to try not to think of that now o.k."

"Yes ma'am."

"No, call me Sapphire that is my first name."

"Yes Mrs. Jensen."

"My name is not Mrs. Jensen."

"Why sure it is Mrs. Jensen." She brushed that off and continued.

"Now Markus,how old are you?"

"Twelve."

"Where do you live?"

"Two hundred twelve Tyler Ave. Phoenix Arizona."

"Who do you live with?

"Him and her."

"O.k. now continue to breath deeply. Are you happy at home?"

"Sometimes."

"Only sometimes?"

"Yes."

"What is it that makes you happy?"

"When she is on top of me."

"You have had sex?"

"Yes a lot."

"With who Markus?"

"Her."

"And what of him?"

"No! He is the punisher!"

"Calm down Markus."

"Their chasing me! Their chasing me! No! No! No! No!"

"Orderly C917 hypo stat! This will calm you! There there now be still still."

"Please,please, don't let them leave me! Don't let them leave me!"

"I don't understand Markus. Leave you? Calm down sweetheart. She gently held me in her arms like a lil' baby. Shush shush it will be o.k. Your teachers say grand great things of you. They say you have only been here for a few months, and when you are not waking up screaming, that you are the sweetest boy. Mrs. Jackson says that you are very quiet, mannerly,and helpful. You are not like the other children. You are never mean or cruel or even spiteful at all. She says that you will help the other children in your class before you will even do for yourself. You give away a part of your lunch when another child is still hungry. Mostly, that you help the children that are bullied. Even that there was a time, that you allowed yourself to be beaten, just so another child could be left alone for the day."

"I have never had any friends before then Mrs- I am sorry Sapphire. I have been... I have been... alone. I have been alone for a long time. When you leave Mrs. Sapphire make sure that you lock the windows too. He will come, and take me. If he takes me, no one will see me again for years. I must be nominated." I mumbled that part to myself.

"Markus, what do you mean, years, and nominated?"

"I can't tell you, and if they find out that I have told you. They will place me in there."

"In where?"

"A place that I do not get to leave for a very, very, very, long, long, long time. All alone in the dark. Ms. Sapphire do you know what it is like to be afraid so long that you forget what fear is? You just lose yourself. No light, no friends, no television, no radio, and worst of all, no sound, no sound at all, to be truly all alone. No matter how much you scream, knowing that no one can hear you ,and no one anywhere is coming to help you. You don't break Ms. Sapphire you become bent, you bend in the direction of the forced darkness to survive."

"Markus, that has to be the biggest I don't know what I have ever heard. Who did this to you?"

"Them, him and her."

"Who is them, him and her? Orderlies! Lock the window in here from the outside! There, you are totally safe and secure o.k."

"This is not just something to make up Ms. Sapphire. I am not lying. I would not wish that on my own worse enemy. But there is something that you don't know." Her eyes opened wide with interest to hear what I would divulge now.

"A long time ago, did you treat a young Gothic girl dressed in black leather?"

"How would you know of that?!" Ms. Sapphire responded sharply.

"That was a long long time ago. A young trashy whore, who had a child. A child named! It can't be! I 've changed my name, died my hair, had cosmetic surgery!"

"We know who you are Ms.Sapphire. Mom and Dad you can come in now!" The door slowly opened and him and her came in. Both dressed in all black with blood on there faces and false vampire fangs, carrying a coffin, him in the front, and her in back.

"No! No! It can't be! I had you locked away years ago!"

"Didn't they tell you that I had escaped? Looks to me you changed your face and name, but I know who you are. The first time you were called to the school to counsel Markus I knew who you were. You did not recognize me. I know that you know who I am now. I am that trashy little whore who was fucking your husband then, and I am still fucking him now. Ain't that right honey?"

"Yeah babe."

"You tried to split us up! You sent him to prison, on trumped up charges, and me to a padded cell in that mental institution. Poor Markus went away to foster homes, and they abused him! Was it worth it bitch? We were and are still in love! So what he didn't want you any more! You really flipped when we had Markus! You though that you had destroyed us. You thought that you had torn us apart! We languished in darkness without one another, and now it is your turn!"

"Help?! Help?! Anybody please please orderly help me?! Help meeeeeeeeeeeeee?!"

"The coffin had four latches that sealed air tight. A whole where food would be fed through a tube. It had an open whole at the bottom for defecation, and a oxygen pump bolted onto the side.

"Someone will see!"

"No they won't bitch! We already killed the night guards, both orderlies, and all the patients are locked in their rooms." Mother said calmly.

"You knew all along Markus you knew!" Ms. Sapphire said,and then ran into the corner sucking her thumb in a crouched position shaking.

"Please?! Please?! I 'm sorry, have mercy?!"

"No!" Mother yelled, she began to walk closer to Ms.Sapphire, very slowly, savoring her torment. Watching her tears flow. Enjoying every moment of her panicked psychotic state of fear.

"I'll give you anything, anything you want! I have money! In the morning, we can go to the bank!" Ms. Sapphire became more and more frantic. She cried, sobbed, and begged. My mother would hear none of it. Mother motioned for dad to come away from his guarding position at the door. His hulking gigantic body moved toward Ms. Sapphire.

"Frank, put her in the coffin."

"No! No! No! No! No!" Frank took his time, which made the Dr. so much more nervous in anticipation. She placed her back against the wall, feeling for the window, only to discover that it was locked.

"Ms. Sapphire don't you remember, you had the orderly to lock it from the outside." I mentioned to her in a matter-of-fact way, coyly.

"Dammit you set me up! You set me up! I tried to help you!"

"You hurt my mother and my dad Ms. Sapphire! You took me away from my mother! Now we will take you away from all that you love!" I screamed at her!

"You are all degenerates! Your own mother fucks you!

"That we may be,Sadist Masochist, and freaks, to you, but we have got each other. You have no one, and you shall have no one. You will remain inside of this coffin. Without movement, without light, and without friend, for as long as we choose, or until we tire of feeding you, or providing air. I will be happy to know, of your solitude of suffering." My mother had had her say.

"Time to go Ms. Sapphire!" I taunted. Looks like I have been nominated to not be in your position.

"You did a great job baby. Kisses." My mother said to me. Frank then grabbed Ms. Sapphire kicking and screaming and gently placed her into the coffin.

"Wait wait! What are the holes for?!"

"We have rats in the place where your going, and from time to time, we want them to come in here and say hello to you. Yes we do. My mother said in a baby tone to the Dr. as Frank sealed the latches closed.

"Come on Frank, off to the basement." We all left whistling happiness. Ms. Sapphire is still with us today seven and a half years after that night. She was finally released from the coffin. We now chase her around the table, with the dog collar attached to her neck. She'll never leave, we enjoy her suffering tremendously. Beware of the hurt you cause someone in life. You never know what on earth they will do to you, to right a wrong. Does your home have a basement?"

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