As soon as Lynn got home from her date that night, she knew something was wrong. She barely had time to register the fact that the light in her bedroom was on when a strong hand clamped over her mouth with a wet cloth. She tried to get away, squirming and writhing, but the room was getting smaller and smaller, and the last thing she felt was a hand on her luscious tit, squeezing it to a point of pain.
"Oh yeah" the man breathed into her ear, and then it was dark.
Hours later with her arms chained above her head to the ceiling, Lynn woke up with a start when a bucket of icy cold water splashed over her.
"AHHH!" she screamed at the icy cold pain.
"SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU FILTHY WHORE!!" said the man who she assumed was her captive. Lynn looked up at him, and only then did she realize that she knew him.
"Derek?" She asked in a small voice, unable to believe her eyes. Derek was her ex who she broke up with over a month ago. The split wasn't his fault, he was always so sweet and caring, she just felt that something was missing. She didn't know what, but she knew that she needed it.
SLAP! He hit he right across the face, holding nothing back.
"You teased me for months, touching me, petting me, and then leaving me. Not this time princess. I'm getting my dues." He said in a raged whisper