I t was about p. She was working Aurora Avenue, at the corner of 82nd Street, next to a used-car lot filled with cheap rides for unreliable debtors. A blue station wagon drove up.
The driver had white hair, and looked about She got in. He told her his name was John, and that he wanted to take her to his place in Tacoma.
Once there, he said, he wanted to tie her to the bedpost and use an electric vibrator on her. She asked if they could stop for some cigarettes. John pulled into the orange glow of the 76 station three blocks up Aurora. He gave her some cash for the smokes. Once out of his sight, she sent her text. They headed south on I He also wanted to bind her wrists. She agreed. After passing a patch of woods, the car stopped in front of a metal gate. John got out and unlocked it. As they rode the final few hundred feet down a gravel road, the woman discerned the outlines of a gutted tractor and a shed.
She got out of the car, in front of a trailer. John led the woman inside, then through a second doorway a foot thick. He put a chain around her neck and locked it. Pulling off her blindfold, she saw she was chained to the ceiling of a small room. All around, hanging from the walls, were whips, ropes, and chains. She screamed and pleaded for him to let her go, offering to walk home without payment.
She asked if he was planning to hurt her. She asked if he was going to kill her. John stripped the woman naked and strapped her to a table. She lay on her back, still chained to the ceiling. He told her that he was the master. Leaving her alone for 15 minutes, he returned to start plucking her pubic hair. He asked her if it hurt. She said it did. Using a rope, he tied her breasts so tightly she felt the flow of blood slow. Placing electrodes on her, he shocked her.
