Fear of Letting Go: Electricity

An Li locks Elise Graves back in. She clamps the wooden stocks shut on Elise’s ankles, then straps the straitjacket tight to the bed frame. Every buckle clicks like a deadbolt. Elise is spread and pinned, arms crushed to her chest, thighs split wide. The walls seem to close in; her breath starts to hitch, eyes darting. An Li doesn’t miss it. She brings a steel clamp down on the soft lips between Elise’s legs, squeezing until they’re trapped and swollen. A thin wire runs from the clamp to a small black box. When the current kicks in, Elise jolts, wrists yanking uselessly at the jacket. Her focus narrows to that hot, stinging pulse. Then the wheel appears—sharp little teeth spinning across the tender inside of her pinned-open cunt. One slip and the shocks jump higher. Elise freezes, shaking. An Li watches every twitch, voice low, cruel and calm at once. She keeps the wheel rolling, letting the current draw tighter lines of fear and want across wet, stretched skin.