25. novembra 2007 18:39:06 CET
THE TORTURE OF A SLAVE
We had been talking on the phone for months.
He told me all about his most secret fantasies.
I made him wait and wait.
One late night, I gave him a call and told him to hurry to my dungeon.
I told him I felt like giving him a free session.
He quickly jumped in his pants, found his car keys and raced down the highway.
Then, he ended up crawling at my door.
I opened of course.
I could tell by the look on his face that he was stunned by the way I looked.
I was dressed in a Red leather outfit. It covered my whole body except my nipples and my butt.
I teased him on purpose. Dropped a couple of objects on the floor. He tried not to look at my ass, but like all weak men, he just couldn’t resist.
I ordered him to sit in a chair, I offered him a glass of wine, I joined him of course.
“Sessions are much more exciting with a little buzz.” I told him.
My servant served us a Pinot Noir, my favourite red wine.
Suddenly, the submissive fellow started looking a little pale.
“What’s a matter slave?” I questioned
Are you felling a little dizzy?
Ralph: “ Yes I am. Why do you ask?”
Me: “ You seem a little pale that’s all.”
Ralph: “ Jesus! Did you put something in my drink?”
Me: “ Of course I did scum bag.”
Ralph: “ What are you, a fucking psycho?”
Me: “ You just made a big mistake by coming over here slave. Your parents never taught you to beware of strangers?”
Ralph: “ What the hell are you talking about? You advertised yourself as a Pro Domme.”
Me: “ What better way to attract victims?”
Ralph: “ Victims???? What do you mean victims?”
Me: “ Never mind slave, you can barely speak now, it’s bed time for you. Good night slave, I will see you in the morning.”
The Next morning.
Me: “Good morning slave.”
SLAVE: “ Where am I?”
Me: “You are in my dungeon.”
SLAVE: “ But what am I doing here?”
Me: “ You do not remember slave?”
Slave: “ What the fuck are you talking about, what am I supposed to remember?”
Me: “I invited you for a session last night.”
Slave: “ Ok, now it’s all coming back to me.”
Me: “Good”
Slave: “ but still, how did I end up down here. I must have passed out after drinking too much wine.”
Me: “No slave, you’ve simply been drugged.”
Slave: “ Drugged! What the hell are you talking about. Are you telling me you put something in my drink on purpose?”
Me: “ That’s exactly what I am telling you pig face.”
SLAVE: But why did you do this bitch? I am getting out of here you damn psycho.
Me: “ Go ahead slave, just try to go.”
SLAVE: “ Very funny, you think you are strong enough to keep me here, you psycho bitch?”
Slave: “ Now get the hell out of my way or I will punch your face in. Hey wait! I can’t move, what did you do to me?”
Me: “You idiot. You did not think I would let you walk out of here just like that, did you? You are wearing an electromagnetic belt. It is keeping stuck to my special magnetic table and the belt is locked around your waist. So, you are not going anywhere.”
SLAVE: “Let me go you whore, or I swear I will tell the police you have kidnapped me.”
Me: “ laughing loudly.”
Me: “You seriously don't think I will ever let you go, do you slave?
No way, you are never leaving this dungeon alive.”
Slave: “What the hell are you talking about, are you insane?
Me: “Yes, in fact, I am insane and you are stuck here in my dungeon with me. That is not a very good situation for you. Now open your mouth so I can shove this ball in there. I am tired of your stupid insults, which will only get you more severe treatment.”
Slave: “Forget it you stupid slut, I am not opening my mouth”
Me: “ If you do not open that ugly mouth of yours slave, I will pour gas on you and burn you alive.”
Slave: “Fuck off bitch”
Me: “Have it your way, scum bag.”
Slave: “Hey! What is that smell, what are you pouring on me?”
Me: “ Slave, I just told you I would burn you alive and I never make threats I can’t keep.”
Slave: “ Hey! Turn that match off Miss. Please Mistress, turn the match off. Please. I beg you, I will open my mouth now. Please do not burn me Miss.”
Me: “Now, that is much better. I knew you would eventually see it my way. Open up horse face.”
Slave: “ Hmm….Hmm...Hmm.”
Me: “Oh shut up slave. I can’t hear you anyway. I don’t really want to hear you either.”
Me: “ Now slave, you will be wrapped totally In plastic saran wrap. I will pierce a hole and insert a tube in your mouth so you can breath. Then, I will take a knife and cut the saran wrap around your toes. You see slave, the toes are the best part of the body to inflict pain to. The Japanese used to practice this method of torture during world war 2. But what they did was nothing compared to what I will do to you. They simply inserted little pieces of wood under the toe nails.”
Me: “ This is a jigsaw slave. I will now use this to cut your pinkie toe. Oh, by the way, there is no use for safe words in my dungeon. This is my domain and I do as I please.”
As I turn on my jigsaw, I can tell by the eyes of my slave that he is terrified.
He is scared, that’s true, but maybe he still thinks deep inside that I am just trying to frighten him.
Oh well, if that is what he thinks, he is in for a big surprise.
Me: “ Here goes slave, take a deep breath and if you believe in God, this is a good time to send him a quick prayer”
Oh my God, that was so cool. I was looking right in his eyes as the blade of my jigsaw was cutting through is flesh.”
Me: “WOW! You should have seen the look on your face slave. I thought you would die from an heart attack. What? You know I can’t hear you slave. Are you trying to tell me you are in pain? Ah well, what else must you want to communicate if not your extreme pain.”
Me: “ Slave, no need for you to cry or for you to try to scream. I do not give a damn about your suffering. In fact, I am all excited and this is only the beginning of your punishment.”
I have demonstrated to my slave that I mean business. The slave now knows he is in serious danger. If He had doubts in his mind, they have vanished. He will now know that when I say something, I will do it. This will be sort of Pavlovian torture. Just saying I will hurt him will provoke immense fear in him.”
Me: “ Are those tears running from your eyes slave? WOW! You are not so brave anymore hey fellow? I bet you regret calling me a psycho now, hey moose face?”
Me: “ come on, stop crying. Take it like a man. Either way, you do not have any choice. Tears will not stop me from giving you pain.”
Me:“ Now! What the hell am I going to do with your pinkie toe? I cannot throw this in the garbage, that would be evidence. Oh wait, maybe Fido my dog would eat it. I wonder if dogs like that kind of food? Oh well, only one way to find out. Here boy! Here Fido! Come to your Mistress, she has a special treat for you. That’s it, smell it, yes, now eat Fido, that’s a good doggy.”
Me: “Well, well, I guess we learn something everyday. Dogs do like body parts after all.”
Me: “ Slave! You’re out of luck, no evidence will be found now.”
Me: “ I want to see you turn blue now slave, so I will just put a little plug in the tube. Now, maybe I will take it off after a few seconds and maybe I will just let you give up the ghost right now.”
Me: “ Excuse me slave, I seem to have misplaced my favourite piece of torment instrument. Let me search for it while you are praying for air”
Me: “ I did mention that you would not leave here alive I hope? Sometimes I forget to say important stuff like that.”
Shame on me.
Me: “ Slave, you are turning blue way too quickly, I did not even find what I am looking for yet.”
I drop everything and run to take the plug out of the tube.
Me: “ Now slave, don’t die on me at this moment. I want to be able to play much longer. That’s it, take a deep breath. Yes, come on, take all the air you can slave, because the plug is going back in now. Don’t shake your head like that. Why are you trying to say no to me. You should know by now that this Mistress does not care about what slaves want.”
Me: “ 1,2,3 plug time.”
Ok! Now, where did I place my favourite instrument. Oh finally, here it is.
Me: “ Jesus slave, you are turning blue way too fast. Now let’s see if you will turn purple. Hey! The color purple, did you ever see that movie slave? It’s a very good motion picture, It will always remind me of you from now on.”
Me: “ See this in my hands? It is called Vice Grips. Yap! My favourite torture instrument. You see slave, the cutting of your tiny toe was painful I suppose, but it’s neighbour must be pulled off, not cut. I don’t know, I heard it was much more painful this way, but I guess you will be the judge of that.”
Me: “ shit! I almost forgot, I must remember to take that damn plug out in time or I will lose you too quickly. Go ahead slave, yes that’s right, breath, yes breath.”
Me: “ I think I am way too nice with you slave. I am spoiling you by giving you air.
Me: “Ok! Let’s get down to business again. Toe number one is gone, now toe number two has got to disappear also. Now, let me just adjust the screw that make the Vice Grips tighter so that I can get a good solid hold on Mr. Toe.”
Me: “ Ok, I think that should be good. Here we go again slave, now I must warn you, this will be so painful, you might faint. I do not want you to faint of course, so be a good boy and stay with me, don’t take my fun away.”
The pulling off of Mr. Toe #2 is in process. I can feel the slave is in agony. I know it’s crazy, but it is making me all wet. I am so excited. Just like the song of the Pointer sisters.
Me:“ Jesus! Stop mumbling slave, I know it hurts and I do not really Care. Shit! I never knew it could be that hard to pull a human part off. What do have in there slave, metal rods?”
Me: “ Ok! Here comes slave, I feel it coming now. Wow! It reminds me when I was a child, I used the remove my baby teeth with this same instrument.”
I was pulling so hard that I fell on my ass when the toe gave up resistance.
Me: “ Now that toe #2 has been removed slave, I must leave you down here for a while. A couple of my girlfriends are coming over and we will be taking a few drinks. I do not know when I will be back down, so I hope you are not afraid of the dark slave because the lights must go off now. Slaves have to suffer in the dark you know. It will also help you reminisce on the good times for there will be no more of those for you.”
Me: “ Later slave.”
Going upstairs to take a shower before my friends arrive. The water is caressing my body. I am so exited by what I have done to my victim, that I slowly and gently start rubbing my clit. OH! Yes! God damn YES! I am Cumming OOH YES!
Oh, my God that was good.
Oh Shit, I must hurry, the girls will be in soon and here I am playing with myself, how selfish of me.
I really needed something to cool my down though I was so excited. I could have cut that slave to pieces in a few minutes. I really must control my emotions. I also must learn to make my pleasure last longer. Two toes removed was exaggerated, I must take my time.
Door bell rings.
Me: “ Hello girls. I am so glad you could come. You know how I hate to be alone for the weekends. Plus I have a nice treat for you girls.”
Natasha: “ Don’t tell me you were able to catch another victim?”
Me: “ Of course I was, men are so easy to trap. We can manipulate them like puppets when they are horny.
Shirley: “ Yap, you’ve got that right, they are all the same. Even Bill Clinton could not resist sex. He almost sacrificed his whole career for a piece of ass. All weak.”
Marry: “ Yap, I don’t know why they did not throw his ass in jail.”
Natasha: “ So Jessica, are we going to get to torture your victim this weekend? You know we like to have fun also.”
Me: “ What do you think girls? Did I ever let you down before? What do you think weekends are for anyway?”
Lucy: “ Oh Jessica, you are so cool. When can we start?”
Me: “ Slow down girls, calm down. Let’s let that piece of shit suffer down there for a while. Now, lets have some Champagne.”
Lucy: “ I have a feeling that you already started having fun without us.”
Me: “ Ok, Ok, I must admit, I could not control myself.”
Shirley: “ What did you do to him?”
Me: “ Well girls, I kind have got carried away. I removed two of his toes.”
Marry: “ What?
Me: “ Sorry girls, now let’s celebrate the capture of another male victim”
All the girls together yell…..
Yes to female power.
After about two hours of drinking, Shirley says she needs to pee and starts walking towards the washroom.
Me: “ Shirley wait! I need to pee also.
Marry: “ Are you thinking what I am thinking girls?”
Shirley: “ Yes I think I know what Jessica is trying to say, you want all of to give that piece of crap downstairs a little golden nectar?”
Me: “ Oh girls, you could always read my mind, yes, that is what I want. Let’s all go downstairs and give him a drink. He has been there for a while, he must be very dehydrated.”
Natasha: “ I want to pee in his mouth first.”
Me: “ Ok girl, why not?”
Me: “Let’s go meet my victim.”
All of us head downstairs.
Me: “ Slave, I would like you to meet my friends. Marry, Natasha, Shirley and Lucy. No there are not here to save you. In fact, they are just as sadistic as I am. Well no, that’s not true, Natasha is worse than me.”
Me: “ Girls, I would like you to meet pig face. Or, sometimes I call him ugly face, or scum bag. Anyway, look how stupid he looks all wrapped in saran wrap. What an idiot, what kind of man goes for a bdsm session without having done a background check on the Mistress?”
Me: “ But that is what brainless males do when they are horny. You can’t imagine how many horny dick heads I have sent to the other world.”
Me: “ Look girls, how this dummy looks with only 8 toes. He does not look so macho anymore hey?”
Me: “ Now girls, you should all greet this piece of crap by spitting on his ugly face.”
Me: “ Yes that’s it girls, give it to him.”
Me: “ You are lucky slave, we all had to pee and than we thought about you, all dehydrated down there. So now I will take that ball out of your mouth and we will take turns pissing in that toilet mouth of yours.”
Me: “ Ok Natasha, he’s all yours. Put does panties down and let him have it. That’s it, squat over his mouth so that not one drop of your golden nectar is lost.”
Me: “ Now slave, you have seen what I can do right? So, you better drink all of her piss or the chainsaw is coming out of my barn. Get it?”
Slave: “ Yes Mistress, I understand now Mistress. Please don’t use a chainsaw on me Miss, please I beg of you. I will drink all the pee you want Mistress.”
Me: “ Now that is much better slave. I love my slaves when they are so obedient. Of course obedience will not save you from going to visit your maker soon, but it will save you from meeting Mr. chainsaw.”
Natasha: “ Oh, come Jessica, use the chainsaw on him for me please.”
Me: “ Relax girl, I will only use it if he refuses to drink your pee.”
Natasha: “ Jessica! You are becoming soft.”
Me: “ I guess I am hey?”
Me: “ Oh, look at him drink, he looks just like a thirsty dog. It’s strange how slaves can be persuaded to do something they do not want to do. If only people would learn from the past. That is how rulers ruled the masses for thousands of years. Torture. Show your subjects you mean business and bingo, you get very obedient marching puppies.”
Shirley: “ Oh Jessica, you are my hero. You should not only be the leader of the bdsm underground, you should truly be ruler of this planet.”
Me: “ I am working on it dear.”
Natasha has finished pissing in slave’s toilet mouth. She is now spitting all over is face and in his mouth. She is also slapping is face so hard, his head almost wants to disconnect from his body.
Me: “Natasha! Control yourself. Don’t send him to hell right now, the other girls wants to use his mouth also. I also want my pleasure to last more than a day.”
Natasha: “ Sorry Jessica. You know me, you know how I get excited when I have an helpless victim at my disposal.”
Me: “ Oh, believe me, I know you. If policemen were not patrolling our streets, not too many men would be safe. Sometimes I think you should be locked up, but what would a session be like without you?”
Natasha: “ Locked up! Are you serious girl?”
Me: “ Ah, ah, ah. I knew that would piss you off, I was only joking. You know how I admire sadistic females.”
Shirley: “ Ok, now it’s my turn.”
Slave was very obedient, he drank all our golden juices and did not lose a drop. We all take turns at spitting in his pig face and I tell slave boy that the ball has got to go back in his mouth while we go back upstairs for more drinks. But this time, I place the tube through the small hole in the center of the ball, but I add an extension to the tube, which reduces the intake of air, making it a little more difficult to breath.
Me: “ Ok slave, we will leave you to yourself again. Hope you enjoyed our little treat. Come on girls, let’s go.
Lights out.
Me: “Ok girls, let’s open another bottle of Champagne and discuss what we will do with that piece of shit downstairs. Natasha! Any ideas ?”
Natasha: “ Well of course I do, you know me. But before I go on revealing my devious methods of torture, I must say that I brought a sanding machine with me, it’s in my car, give me a minute, I will go get it and tell you what we can do with it.”
Natasha leaves to get sanding machine.
Lucy: “ I wonder what she plans to do with that sanding machine? I don’t think she wants to do your floors with it. I hope she does not plan to use it on the shit head downstairs.”
Me: “ Yap, she probably does, you know her, she’s a born butcher.”
Natasha walks back in with sanding machine.
Lucy: “ Natasha, did you start your own renovation business or is that your new torture instrument?”
Natasha: “ Very funny girls. The only thing that will be renovated here is pig face downstairs.”
Marry: “ You plan to use that on pig face?”
Natasha: “ Just watch me.”
Me: “ Ok girls, let’s discuss the slave’s fate.”
Lucy: “ I think you should go on with the cutting of his toes, but you should take off only one a day. Once they are all removed, we could start real torture on him.”
Me: “ Girls! Do you agree with Lucy?”
All the girl shout “ YES” at the same time, but Natasha has her hand up waiting for permission to speak.
Me: “ Go on my sadistic Natasha. Speak your mind.”
Natasha: “ Yes I agree with the other girls, one toe a day. That is fine, we must extend our pleasure. We must keep him alive long enough to prolong our excitement. But before we take another one of his toes off, I would like Jessica to let me use this sanding machine on his feet. It will take off all the skin off them, he will feel as if he has been burned with fire.”
Me: “ That is a great idea Natasha. I wonder why I never thought of a sanding machine. We could also do his hands with it. After using the hammer on each finger of course.”
Natasha: “ Ok! The next scenario will be the sanding of his feet and hands, after we have broken all his fingers with a hammer.”
Me: “ Ok Natasha, you are right, we must have a plan of torture. All the pain we will inflict on him must be written down as a script and must be followed to the letter.. Natasha, you are the most sadistic one of us all, so you could be the one in charged of creativity.”
Natasha: “ WOW! Thanks Jess, that is a great honour for me. I feel I am part of showbiz now.”
Lucy: “ Well, actually, you are kind of in the entertainment business now, what you write down will entertainment and amuse us. I am already all excited by the fact that we will be sanding his skin off. You have a great mind girl.”
Marry: “ Yap! Maybe she will receive a phone call from Hollywood.”
Shirley: “ Yap! That would be nice. Maybe we could all be stars in her first production.”
Me: “ Girls, let’s not get carried away dreaming. We must concentrate on our victim
downstairs.”
Marry: “ Jess, do you have some more Champagne? I really need something to cool me down.”
Me: “ Sure honey, my wine cellar is full of Champagne, just help yourself and bring 4 other bottles up here sweetheart.”
Me: “ Ok! Now let’s get back to the subject of pig face. So, everyone agrees all his toes must be removed and the sanding machine must be used on him also. I love it. Any other ideas?”
Natasha: “ Yes I do. After the sanding machine has peeled his skin off, we should let him take back his strength for one whole night and the next day, we should put him asleep so we could switch him to the cross. If we do not put him asleep completely, he could rebel and who knows what can happen. Now that he knows we mean business, he will truly try to escape, so we must take all the precautions needed. Once he has been transferred to the cross, we could wait till he awakes and then show him the long nail we will crucify him with.”
Me: “WOW! Natasha, are you telling me you want to crucify him just like Jesus was crucified?”
Natasha: “ Yap! That would be so cool, we would be recreating history.”
Me: “Girls, What do you all think of this?”
All the girls scream…………. Let’s crucify the bastard.
Me: “ Ok! Natasha, write that down in chapter two. The crucifixion of a slave.”
Lucy: “ SO LET IT BE WRITTEN……..SO LET IT BO DONE.”
Me: “ Yes Pharaoh.”
Me: “ So pig face will be nailed to a cross, how long should he remain on the cross?”
Natasha: “ About 6 hours, I heard that crucifixion is very horrible and we do not want to send our victim to the other side to quickly.”
Me: “ That makes sense, but we must not forget to cut one toe a day no matter what other ideas we add to our script.”
Me: “ Girls, I must be honest, I’ve been keeping a secret from all of you and it‘s killing me, I now feel it is the right moment for a very dark confession. I will now reveal a very tragic episode of my past. But I will only divulge this in front of scum bag downstairs.
Natasha: “ Jessica! What the hell are you talking about? You have been keeping a secret from us and you prefer coming clean in front of a pure stranger. You’ve made me very angry. Why don’t you just disclose of the past right now to your best of friends?”
The other girls: “Hey, she’s right. What is wrong with you Jessica?”
Me: “ Relax, relax girls. The victim suffering in my basement is not really a stranger. Well, he is in a sense, but he isn’t at the same time.”
Natasha: “ OK Jessica, now you are really freaking me out. What the hell is happening to you, are you drunk?”
Me: “ Well! Of course I am drunk, but that has nothing to do with what I am trying to communicate at this moment.”
Marry, Shirley, Lucy, Natasha: All say at the same exact moment “ I’m Lost”
Being aware they spoke at the same time, all of them start giggling.
Me: “ Let’s just say that I know pig face downstairs, but he does not know me. Well, no that’s wrong also. He does know me. He just doesn’t remember me.”
Natasha: “ I give up Jessica, you are way to drunk to discuss anything right now.”
Me: “Girls, you are all starting to piss me off, I am not that drunk. You just all follow me downstairs and all will be very clear in minutes”
The girls and I head for the cellar.
Me: “ Shit breath! Before we go on inflicting extreme pain to your body and mind, there is a very important part of my past that must be disclosed in front of my friends. Since you are part of the scenario about to be revealed , I thought best to have this little meeting with you present. I also want to see your face when your ears transmits the information to your brain.”
Me: “ You see girls, up to date, all our victims were real male scum bags. Most of them were very powerful men, bosses of large companies and corporations. They had a history of taking advantage of their secretaries. Some would only employ females if they could get blow jobs out of them. Others got very rich using a multitude of females workers and paying them close to nothing.”
Me: “ Yes, we fought for all these poor girls that were helpless, by using blackmail on many of these devils, we were able to drain them out of their fortunes and give good educations to many girls that now run femdom dungeons, or became themselves managers of the same corporation that used them in the first place. We were able to reverse the roles in the real world. We even sold big powerful men to foreign slave dealers and we never heard of these losers again.”
Me: Yes girls, we were amazing. An invisible femdom justice force. But this pig lying on my torture table is very special to me. He will be dealt with much more severely than all his predecessors. You see girls, 14 years ago, I was just 13. My older sister Ruby and I, went for a walk outside.
My sister was super gorgeous, but she was also very nice to every human. She was the most popular girl in our town. It was very hard to go for a walk without meeting some of her friends. All the guys wanted to date her, but she wanted to dedicate her life to Jesus. Mother Theresa was her idol and she wanted to follow in her footsteps. So! No Men for her.
On the specific date I am talking about, we had barely walked a block and we came face to face with Carol and Tracy. They were my sisters two best friends. They told my sister that a huge mansion was under construction about 3 miles away and that they were going to visit the site.
Carol and Tracey: “ Care to join us girls.”
My sister: “ Yap sure, I love architecture. Let’s go see how they build palaces. We can’t really see how they were planned once they are all finished. I want to see how they line up those 2x4’s.”
It was November 23. It was 8 in the evening. It was getting dark. I listened to the girls chat. Carol was telling my sister that she had heard the house was supposed to be finished in July, but the builder did not realized how time consuming this project was.
The site was in the middle of nowhere. The owner had purchased a 50 acres piece of land and he was building right in the center. It was a beautiful night. We could see the stars right through the unfinished roof. Carol and Tracy had brought candles and placed them in a circle on the ground, then took out a blanket and sat on it in a sort of Yoga position.
Carol took a few beers out of a cooler and my sister just looked at her stunned, obviously, she must of ignored her friends enjoyed beer while she preached against the evil potion number 9.
My sister had been studying every sheet of plywood, every 2x4 and 2x6 for about an hour while Carol and Tracy were just getting smashed, when suddenly we all heard a cracking noise.
What was that? Yelled Carol.
Keep quiet! Said Tracy
We all stood still like statues for about 5 minutes. Like hunters, we used our ears like radars to capture even the slightest snapping of a branch.
My sister: “ Relax girls, it must be a friendly cat spying on us. You know how cats are snoopy?”
Carol: “You must be right girl, the beer seems to be making me paranoid.”
But as soon as she finished pronouncing those words, a bunch a guys just jumped out of nowhere and all the girls including me suddenly felt a very sharp blade under her neck. Then this face walks out of the dark. He seemed to be the leader of the gang. I still can see Carol’s candles lighting up his evil eyes.
He looked at my sister right in the eyes and said: “ So you want to be friends with Jesus, hey girl? Well I hope Jesus loves you enough to come and save you right now, because I have been craving to fuck you for the past two years and you just gave me the opportunity to do so by coming on this site in the middle of nowhere. Who can save you now, who will hear your screams bitch?”
I can still remember the fear in my sisters eyes. Then the evil bastard shouted: I will rape this religious bitch first, then I will do the other whores and when I am finished, you will all take turns on them."
I knew we were in real danger and the only thing I could think of at that moment was how the hell can I get out of here. No man is going to rape me, I thought.
I looked around and saw a nail sticking out of a sheet of plywood lying on the ground. I must have learned quickly from all the Kung Fu movies I watched growing up or maybe I was just a born fighter, but whatever it was, it got me in action. I kicked the guy holding the blade under my neck on the toes, it hurt him so much that he dropped his knife, then I kicked him in the balls and pushed him towards the nail sticking out of the plywood. WOW! Poor guy, having kicked him in the balls made him fall on the nail back first.
It all happened so fast and I just started to run as fast as road runner.
