Smirking, Tyndal studied the strap in his hand, caressed it lovingly, and swung it.
Shirley whimpered, a welt appearing on her body. She tried to get loose but couldn't; if anything, her bonds tightened. She struggled like crazy but it was to no avail and tears rolled down her face.
Tyndal snickered, a faint smile crossing his face. He wanted more, so much more. Swinging harder this time, he opened up gashes in his victim's skin, exulting in her wails. Blood splatters flew everywhere. He touched a droplet with his fingertip, tasted it, and nodded. Taking salt next, he ground it into her wounds, and her shrieks were amazing as all get out. She screamed non-stop as he ripped off her nails and broke each digit, and he shivered deliciously.
Getting his drill, Tyndal drilled her knees and made patterns with the holes. Peeling her skin off in strips was an extra bonus.
He had fresh data for his pending article on pain now, along with more.
"This is such fun!" Dr. Tyndal crowed. "On to the next!"

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