Part 4: Consequences of Lying
It turned out that looking for the list in the tangle of the web was not quick
and easy. It took most of the night to confirm what Snake had started to
suspect...Laura lied and the list was not where she said it would be. In a
rage, Snake went down to her cell.
Laura had been allowed to keep the blanket and she had it wrapped tightly around
her against the chill of the floor in her cell. She had dozed off. Snake came
into her cell so quickly that she had barely opened her eyes when he grabbed her
arm and her hair and pulled her up, pushing her against the wall. He slapped
her.
Laura paled. She knew there would be consequences to her lie, but all she
wanted to do at the time was stop the pain. She hadn't thought ahead to the
repercussions. She was afraid of Snake when he was calm, and now that he was
enraged there was no telling what he would do to her.
"I told you before not to play games with me, bitch," he growled. "Did you
think you were going to get away with your lie? Were you expecting to somehow
escape before I found you out? Or are you a pain-slut, and lied to me on
purpose so I could punish you?"
Laura was frozen with fear. She had made a mistake lying to him. She just
wanted the pain to stop, but now, she feared that the pain he would cause her
would be much worse.
"Snake, I'm sorry," she tried to pacify him. He slapped her again.
"Tell me right now where the list is...the truth! And maybe I'll go easy on you
for lying to me," he threatened.
Laura tearfully shook her head. Snake slapped her again, harder than before.
Her lip started bleeding.
"Fucking cunt!" He shouted at her, and dragged her out of the cell. He pushed
her towards two of his men, and told them "Put her in the interrogation room.
Arms overhead, feet spread. Raise her up so she can't touch the floor." They
dragged her off effortlessly, with Snake following.
"Please, Snake, please... please...I am so very sorry I lied," she pleaded as
her arms were locked into cuffs and suspended over her head. "I'll tell
you...I'll there you where it is, really...please don't do this to me again."
Her ankles were also attached to restraints, and then to a spreader bar which
kept them wide apart. As she was hoisted up off the ground, her arms took her
weight, and immediately began to hurt. Laura's helplessness washed over her
like cold rain. She closed her eyes tightly to keep back the tears. She had
never been so afraid in her life. "Snake, please...please don't do this to me."
She begged. "Please, Snake...I'll tell you. Please let me tell you."
"Gag her," Snake ordered. A leather ball attached to a strap was pushed into
her mouth, and the strap was tightly buckled behind her head.
"Look at me, bitch," Snake ordered, pinching one of her nipples very hard.
Laura opened her eyes and looked into his. Her eyes showed her fear; his eyes
were cruel.
"I'm going to make you bleed." He hissed, and walked over to where he kept his
whips and crops. He didn't want to give her pain impersonally, hitting a
switch. He wanted to hurt her, and hurt her bad, with his own hands.
Laura's eyes went wide with fear when she saw what Snake had taken down off the
wall. It was a thick, long bullwhip. He immediately began to whip her across
her breasts and her stomach, putting all of his force behind each stroke. The
strokes fell quickly one after the other. The welts rose up on her
immediately. Snake went around to her back, and began to whip her mercilessly.
"I'm going to whip you until I draw blood," he threatened again. Laura was in
agony. Snake was hitting her with all of his strength, and he didn't pause for
even a few seconds between each stroke. The pain was continuous. Laura
couldn't even scream into the gag, it was on so tightly. She could only hang
there and pray for the whipping to be over.
She felt the blood trickle down her back, where he had broken the skin. Still,
Snake kept on beating her. Laura found herself wanting to pass out, to even
die, just so the pain would stop. She had thought that nothing could compare
with the electricity running through her sex and her nipples earlier, but the
whipping seemed to feel more painful. Perhaps it was the knowledge that he was
ripping her back apart that contributed to the intensity of the pain. She was
now willing to tell him where she hid the list. She wanted to tell him where it
was.
Laura lost all sense of time. She didn't know if Snake had been whipping her
for minutes or for hours. She only knew that there was no place on her body
that hadn't felt the touch of the whip. She was in so much pain, that when
Snake stopped whipping her, it took her a while to realize it. The gag was
removed, but Laura could only moan; she had no strength left.
Laura was released from the chains, and she fell to the floor at Snake's feet.
Snake ordered her to stand up. Laura stayed on the floor - she hadn't heard
him, but even if she had, she wouldn't have been able to stand up without help.
His voice louder, Snake again ordered her to stand up. This time Laura heard,
and struggled to get to her feet. She just didn't have the strength.
"Get her up," Snake told his men. They grabbed Laura's arms and pulled her to
her feet. Snake walked up to her, and grabbing her breast, squeezed tightly. It
hurt, but no where near as much as the whipping or the electricity.
" I'm not through with you yet, bitch," he said in a low and menacing voice.
To his men, he said, "Put her on the table, and wire her up."
"Nooooo," the word came out as a whisper. "Snake, I'll tell
you...please...please let me tell you." Snake ignored her. He wanted to
punish her for lying to him. Laura was quickly dragged to the table and bound
to it. The metal rods were inserted into her vagina and her ass, her nipples
and her clit were clamped and the wires attached to the box. Laura was readied
to accept the torture. Her mind was numb with panic, but unfortunately, not
numb enough that she didn't feel pain over every inch of her body, and not so
numb that she didn't know the intensity of the pain still ahead.
"Please, Snake...let me tell you where the list is...please, I won't
lie...you'll be able to retrieve it...please..." She begged, but in response,
Snake put the gag in her mouth and tightly fastened it. "I'm going to teach you
a lesson about lying to me." He informed her. "Then you can beg me again to
allow you tell me how to get the list."
Snake continued to torture Laura for more than an hour. He finally stopped and
removed the gag. Snake brought a glass of water up to Laura's lips, and let her
take a few sips. It wasn't compassion that moved him to do that...it was to
revive her enough to talk about the list.
Laura attempted to speak, her voice cracking. Snake gave her another sip of
water, then put the glass away. The message was clear...there would be no more
water unless she talked. But Laura wanted to tell him now. If she didn't tell
him, he would continue to torture her, and she couldn't take it.
"Is there something you want to say, cunt? Or do we continue?"
"Snake, please, let me tell you where I hid the list...and how to retrieve
it...please let me tell you."
"Go ahead," Snake said, and Laura found herself once again telling him about
hiding the list, only this time, she was direct about where she had hidden it,
how it was encrypted, and how to retrieve it.
Laura was taken to her cell. They took away her blanket, though Laura didn't
think that she would have been able to put it around her lacerated back in any
event. She sank down onto the floor, curled herself up into a ball, and began
to cry softly as she rocked herself back and forth. The pain was so bad; she
found it difficult to draw a breath.
