The Red Pendulum

From Create Your Own Story

You slowly wake up. You gradually remember what happened to you, and you hope it is all a dream, that you aren't really the defenseless captive of a psychopath who recreates death scenes from horror flicks with real women.

You quickly realize it isn't a dream. You are in a large, dark chamber. You can see the walls one either side, but not the ceiling. It is chilly in this room. You try to sit up, but you cannot. You are lying on a marble table or slab, your arms and legs spreadeagled, tight straps around your wrists, elbows, knees and ankles holding you helplessly in place.

You think you know what is going to happen, and you don't want it to happen to you. You struggle mightily with your restraints, but only succeed in making yourself tired. Finally, you rest your head against the cold marble beneath you. You are crying now from fear and frustration.

"Hello?" you say through your tears.

"Hi, darling," Walt says, stepping into your line of sight. You start and shriek when he appears.

"Just for that, I'm not gonna kiss you goodbye."

"You don't have to kiss me, just let me go."

Walt slowly shakes his head. "You know I can't do that, whore."

"Why not?"

"You'd go right to the authorities."

"I wouldn't, I promise." You are of course lying, but you hope he will believe you long enough to let you go.

He's been standing several feet away from you. He moves until he is standing next to you. He starts touching your breasts before he speaks again. "Be that as it may, you're not getting out of here. I didn't go to all this trouble to let you go."

You try to ignore the feel of his hands as he roughly, painfully, squeezes and twists your breasts. Instead, you ask, "What is this place?" You think you know, but you want to be certain, even though you dread the answer.

"Did you ever see The Red Pendulum?"

"Yes."

"Remember how the dancer died?"

"Yes. A pendulum cut her in two." You knew it. This is what you were afraid of.

Walt nods. He takes his hands off your breasts and gestures to something above you. You see it now. A pendulum, swinging back and forth. It has a blade attached to it. The blade is centered above your body, in such a way that it will slice you open from crotch to throat.

"In the movie, it took about fifteen minutes," Walt says. "That's because they had to shorten the action, fit it into the framework of a movie. My pendulum takes about three hours to reach your body. And you get to watch it come lower and lower."

He leaves you the, without another word. You watch the swinging pendulum for about a minute, then you start once again struggling with your restraints. You also cry, scream, and beg and plead for your life.

None of it does any good. You still cannot loosen the straps, and Walt doesn't listen to your pleas. All you can do is watch the razor-sharp pendulum blade come closer and closer to your tender naked flesh, and try not to think about the fact that you can't do a damn thing about it.

You have no idea how long it takes, but Walt is right. It takes about three hours for the pendulum to descend until the blade is brushing against your body. The first pass, from vagina to throat, tickles, but the second pass, from throat to vagina, draws a thin line of blood.

You close your eyes as the pendulum comes back again after completing another arc. You don't want to see anymore.

You have to keep your eyes closed for a long time. The pendulum takes a long time to finally kill you. By the time you die, your pain is unbearable.

THE END

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