Diary of a Madman, S2 E4: I Had My Chance

Casey has been waiting for one mistake. Tonight it comes. He finishes the last stroke of punishment and leaves the knot loose. She feels the rope give. Blood rushes. He steps away to clean his hands and forgets the door bolt. She counts his footsteps. When the count hits twelve, she moves. The restraints bite hard, teeth marks blooming across her wrists, but the slack is enough. One twist, one pull, and she’s sliding out of the chair. Her skin stings from the welts, her nipples pulled tight from the clamps he never removed. She drops to her knees, crawls under the table, heart kicking like it wants out. The floor is cold, her cunt still wet from what he forced out of her earlier. The door is right there. He is humming in the next room, oblivious. She reaches up, turns the handle slow, inch by inch. Every muscle screams to run. She tastes blood where she bit her lip to keep quiet. The hinges start to whisper. She freezes. He stops humming. The scene cuts before she opens it.