Do Not Read.

July 30

*This one is for you. I tried to avoid writing it, because I hate you. But sometimes, Fate has other plans.*

Once upon a time, the tub might have been beautiful, claw-foot and metal. But now, it slumped to one side with a foot broken away and long forgotten, and sinking into the soft ground banking the swamp. The metal ruddy with rust and darkened with grime so old, she swore it was breathing; she felt stained anyplace her flesh touched. With the sun creeping overhead, the rising heat was only making her predicament more uncomfortable...and sweatier...

It was a sleepless night in that tub after all.

Why didn't she just get out of the old tub, you might be wondering. That's what she thought, too - the first couple times she gripped the chicken wire bolted to the brim of the tub in a wooden frame. It only took her twice to realize it was, indeed, electrified.

The filth and muck that clung to her flesh was a far more appealing option to a third attempt.

That familiar boot kicked the side of the tub, startling her into a jump scare that almost got her zapped again. "Looks like you're awake, *princess*," his snide tone grated her nerves, but mostly because it frightened her of what was in his head. It was rarely good for her.

Towering over the tub, the blinding noonlight behind his head cast his face in shadows so that there was no way she could read him. Strangely, even as he crotched closer to the chicken wire, those shadows did not soften. Though she couldn't see it, she knew he was smirking at her, and it did feel menacing as his eyes scanned her skyclad form.

"Let's begin." Panic and *** filled her with the words, and she immediately realized - he would not disappoint. Reaching to the side of the tub, he procured something she couldn't make out within his cupped hand as it hovered over the escapable tub.

The anticipation of him standing over her like this made her want to melt into just another stain on the bottom of the tub. Eternity passed before he tilted his palm, dropping a small, dark blur that thudded into the tub with her. Frantically, she shifted her hips from the left and right trying to see what it was, but she couldn't spot whatever it was, thinking maybe she just imagined he dropped something. He had mindfucked her before...

Tiny scurrying legs crawled under her back, and she erupted into a shrill screech. She HATED bugs! And now she could hear it scurrying across the loud metal. She tried to leap out of the way, eyes big and panting, only to rudely be reminded of the shocking entrapment. Breathing was labored but coming too fast, and no matter where she moved, she couldn't avoid the path of the creepy crawly bug, with its too many appendages and slimy slickness.

"PLEASE, CADE! PLEASE LET ME OUT!" Her words shot out of her mouth at a mile a minute, but that was ultimately the jist of her supplication and pleading. Any time the insect crawled over her, she would freak out and scream, breaking out in fresh tears every time.

He would only laugh at her *** and gyrations.

*Brain crash...body limp...no more thoughts...just an empty husk...*

Like a ragdoll, she slumped into the lowest point of the tub as if her bones had turned to liquid. Her big, unblinking eyes stared off into a distance that never existed. Slack and broken, she didn't even move when the bug hurried over her tit and threatened to explore her face, opting to trace the neck into her hair.

He gave the tub a few swift kicks. "Hey! Don't check out yet, you stupid fuck!" His words weighted heavy with frustration, he *would not* be denied his sate. Not this time. His words echoed around that vacant skull, but finally pulled her back, hands scrubbing all over her body in the hopes of flinging off the tiny invader.

"Please, let me out. Please, please, please let me out...I'll do anything...please...let me out...*please, please Cade*," the urgency in her words was unmistakable and desperate. Desperate enough that he did trust she would deny him nothing.

"You fucking idiot," she felt slapped by his words, and she was awake and alert again. He smiled sweetly as he continued, "You're merely having a faux realization. You beg me to release you, but I did not put you there." He shook his head as if to punctuate his point. "*You* put you there, cunt."

She gaped at him, eyes wide and mouth slacked. He was right, though...this was her consequence and there by her own choice. She would prove she deserved to be.

She hoped.

"I told you that you'd regret me. Ready to continue, you filthy piece of shit?"

"Punish me, God," her voice meek, but clear. In that moment, he found arousal in that worthless whore once again. He took up a bucket, one of many, filled with roaches and maggots, beetles and spiders, worms and all manner of crittering critters crawling and churning over each other in a disgusting and lewd display of putridity...and poured it into the tub over her.

The closest interstate roaring with traffic couldn't drown out her screams of agony.