Through the Outer Limits: Carly

Carly came back hungry for the edge. I lashed her into a brutal arch, spine ready to snap, clamped that zipper on her skin. One tug and the pain tore through her. Later I hung her by her wrists, the floor just out of reach. Toes down meant voltage, her calves shaking, breath sharp, sweat rolling off her ribs. She never once asked for mercy.