MicroHorror

Jim couldn’t believe it. This never happened to him. Beautiful women generally didn’t give him the time of day and certainly never tried to get him back to their place. Yet here he was in a cab with a complete blonde bombshell on his arm. Jim’s head was still spinning from the whole night.

He’d popped into Maginty’s just to have a few, watch the game and go home. The thought of going home to that lonely apartment depressed him into one more round. That’s when she walked in and sat down next to him. Jim thought they’d had a pleasant enough conversation over the next two hours. Then out of the blue she put her hand on his thigh and her tongue in his ear.

Even Jim, who was a complete moron with women, wasn’t that stupid. The cab came to a stop in front of her house. Blondie led him inside and up her stairs. Jim got the feeling she liked being in charge. Entering the bedroom she threw Jim on the bed and started to remove his clothing. She’d completely stripped him when he was playfully nudged up to the headboard. Blondie latched Jim with the handcuffs she had on her bedposts. Making sure he was secure she leaned down and gave him a long passionate kiss. “Just give me a minute, baby,” she said.

Being cuffed, Jim couldn’t see but he heard the sound of clothes falling and something being zipped up. The clicks of heels marked her entrance back into the room. His mouth just about came off. She looked incredible in her black leather dominatrix outfit. She sat down on Jim’s chest.

“Do you see these nails, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Did you know they’re metal?”

“Yes.”

“Well, look closer.”

Blonde bombshell held one of her hands close enough so Jim could make out the nail. Terror replaced the sexual exhilaration he’d felt a moment ago.

“Oh my god–they’re–”

“That’s right. But they’re only little razors, baby.”

Jim started to sweat. Fear didn’t allow him to move.

“Do you want me to use your chest as a scratching post, baby?”

“You crazy bitch!”

“You’ll feel all right in a minute, baby.”

The razor slid effortlessly through Jim’s flesh. Screaming and howling in pain, Jim struggled against his restraints.

“Don’t bother, baby. No one can hear you through these walls.”

Soon all Jim could hear was the sound of the razors.

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