Abducted by sadistic girls

Hello, this is my first story, and before you read it, I would like to let you know that English is not my first language, so I apologize for any grammatical mistakes.


If some of you like this stroy I might write a part 2





Austin was looking at the road ahead, brighten by the beam of the car's headlights. Nothing but trees and unending fields of corn. It was 8 pm, and they were driving to the party organized on the other side of the city. Noah, Kyle, and Alan - members of his football team. Austin was detached from reality, his head completely cleared out of thoughts and eyes, looking straight in to the endless darkness.

"So what's up with Janice?" asked Kyle. "Austin?" he added after no response.

"Hmm?" He mumbled.

"Janice, that girl that you knocked up on the last party."

"Ohh, her. I don't know. I haven't seen her since...." He started thinking.

"Since when?"

"Since last party." He answered after a second.

All four laughed.

Austin was sitting in front, still looking into the darkness. Kyle and Noah were at the back, and Alan was driving, as it was his car. It was funny, but also true. He met Janice, they had sex, and... well, that was it. Since Austin became the team's captain, girls started being interested in him. Not only that, but other people started recognizing him. He started getting invites to parties, people he didn't even know wanted to talk with him. And, obviously, about the girls. Austin wasn't a bad looking guy, quite the opposite. He was 182 cm (6 feet tall). He had a muscular body, thanks to regular gym visits. A handsome, face, with sharp jawline, distinctive eyelashes and short black hair. But somehow, after becoming the team's capitate, the girls started seeing how handsome he was. And let me tell you, he didn't waste a single opportunity.

"Are you looking forward in to seeing her again?" asked Alan.

"Janice?"

"Yee."

"I don't even know if she's going to be there."

"What if she won't be?"

"Well, I mean, there are other girls, right?"

"Right," He answered, looking at the road ahead. "Don't you think she'll be mad?"

"Why?"

"You know. You meet, things happened, and now it's like she doesn't even exist."

"Shouldn't it be like that? We meet at a party. I didn't even know who she is."

"C'mon Alan." said Noah. "We won five games in a row, let him have his fun, he deserved it, right?"

Noah leaned forward and lightly tapped Austin on the arm.

"No, I agree." replied Alan. "I'm just asking. He can do whatever he wants. He's adult. And obviously he deserved it. I can not imagine what would've happened if we had you from the beginning."

"We would all be getting laid. That's what would've happened." added Kyle.

And once again, they all laughed together - the last laugh they had this night.

The atmosphere grew quiet in the car, however not for long. Austin was observing the same views in front as before. Deserted fields of green. Corn and threes. Bushes and small hills. No other cars, no other souls except them four. They were still in the city, but this part was undeveloped. Mostly weeds that no one wanted to take care of. After about ten minutes of driving, Austin saw something strange on the road. However, due to their speed, he did not have enough time to observe it closely. They drove over it. Something popped. The car jolted slightly, as if it had just hit a pothole.

"What the fuck was that." said Alan as the wheel began to turn from right to left and from left to right.

The car began to sway on the road as if the driver was drunk.

"Alan?" asked Austin and grabbed the strap above his head.

More unpredictable moves and a couple of screams. The car drove off the rode on to the soil. The turbulences grew even stronger. Alan could no longer hold the wheel.

“Alan!”

The road became soil, which then transformed into corn. The car jolted one last time before everything faded to darkness.

When Austin woke up, he was lying flat on the ground. The only things before his eyes were small ragged clouds covering little portions of the black sky. He propped himself up with his hands and lifted his body. To his surprise, he saw a small figure, crouching a few meters away in front of him. She was focused on her phone, oblivious to Austin awakening. Austin observed her for a few seconds and then started to examine his surroundings. He looked for his friends, but they were nowhere to be found. There was only corn and darkness. Even the car seemed to vanish. He sat on the ground and started touching his face. No scars, thanks God. Then his body. Also, nothing to worry about. No pain, no scars, no blood.

"Ooo, I see, you're up."

He stopped scanning the surroundings and looked ahead.

The small figure, some girl, was now looking at him. He couldn't really see her face, and also couldn't recognize her by her voice.

"Let me call Emily." she said. Then she took out a walkie-talkie from her pocket. "He's up" she added.

"What the fuck happened?" Austin asked.

"Just don't move. She will be here in a second."

"Where am I? Where is Alan, and Kyle and... Who are you?"

He started standing up. Because of the dizziness, it took him a second.

"Hey, stay on the ground." she demanded and jump right up.

"What the fuck is going on? Where is the car?"

"I don't know. They took it somewhere?"

"Where?"

"Don't know. Somewhere where no one will see it."

"What?"

He took a couple of steps, not sure where to even go. He could see some outlines of a building behind her, but it was too dark to determine what it was. There was also some small beam of light.

"Don't take any more steps." she demanded for the last time.

But Austin was too confused and scared to even register her words. He took some more steps away from the girl and looked behind. He thought that maybe there is a road. Somewhere close, hidden in the dark. However, there was nothing to see. He had no idea where he was, but he was certain it was far from where he had lost consciousness.

"Hey!"

When he turned around and looked at the girl, his heart jumped to his throat. This little unknown girl was now pointing a gun at him.

"Woaw! What the fuck!"

"Don't move! How many times do I have to repeat that?"

"I'm not, I'm not, okey?" He stood petrified, unable to add anything.

Only a few seconds passed, but to Austin, it felt like an eternity.. After what seemed like an hour, a second figure appeared. Another girl. She walked up to the first one and said:

"Alright, I'm here. Hey Austin, I see you're up and ready." she said.

Although he couldn't see, he could hear that she was smiling.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I'm Emily, this is Rose. Rose, sweaty, could you give me your toy. And thank you for keeping an eye on him."

Rose gave her the gun. For a second, Austin thought that maybe this Rose was insane and pointed the gun at him for no reason. But after Emily did the same, he realized, there was a reason.

"Who are you? Where am I? Why the hell are you pointing a fucking gun at me?" He asked quickly and realized that his hands were up like he was some sort of criminal.

"I'm Emily you dummy, I just said. And we left you her because before we take you in, I would like you to see something. And about the gun, well I don't want you to escape. And if you have any more questions, please keep them to yourself. I think you'll understand a lot of things on the way."

"Why would I want to escape?" He asked anyway.

"You will see" She said after a pause. He could hear her smile again. "And now. Would you be so kind and go over there."

She took four steps to the left in order to make a path for Austin. He realized that he was spouse to go where she just came from. But he didn't. He was just standing, way too scared to move in any direction.

"Dragging you here was hard enough, and dragging you while you're wiggling from the pain of a bullet in your leg will be even harder. So please make it easy for us and just go."

And with that he did as she commanded. Initially, he took some tentative steps that quickly turned into a normal walk, despite his muscles being tense. He passed Rose and Emily, which was still pointing the gun at him, and continued walking forward. With more and more meters, he saw a growing light in the distance. It was subtle and didn't reveal much. He also heard growing noises but couldn't make much of them. Eventually, the cornfield thinned and ended. Now he was on a bald plain with a concrete building in a middle of it. But he didn't pay much attention to it. That was because of a terrifying view that he saw on the right. The view that produced all of those noises.

What he saw were four other girls. All four jumping with happiness like they just saw Taylor Swift enter the arena. All smiling and laughing, truly enjoying the moment. One of the girls was holding a golf club, getting ready to take a swing. That wasn't what made him so terrified, though. It was what was on the ground.

Kyle was sitting on the soil with his back to a metal pole. He was completely naked, and his torso was wrapped with many tight ropes. His legs were spread far apart at almost 90 degrees, Each ankle tied to a metal spike hammered stiffly in to the ground. His mouth was tapped shut, and his face twisted in pain.

Austin stopped only to be pushed forward with a gun.

"We are not stopping to observe the exhibits." said Emily.

He continued on walking, still looking at his friend. This view took away his ability to speak.

When they passed them, the girls turned around and looked at Austin. Some started waving and others said some flirty lines he heard many times on the football field.

Kyle looked at his friend with pain in his eyes. Austin saw shiny tears on his checks.

And then they passed them and Austin saw another thing, even more twisted. He saw a person high in the sky, tied to some other construction. But it was too dark for him to see what it was.

"C'mon, Ava, you're not the only one that wants to test her aim." Austin heard one of the girls say.

"Ok, ok." said the other girl.

After that, there was a noise of something cutting the air with unbelievable speed and a horrifying:

"MHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"

Austins could hear his heart beating through his heart, but he didn't dare to look behind.

"Keep on going." said Emily.

And he did. But no matter how many steps he took, he could still hear Kyle's screams through the tape.

He got closer to the building. At the entrance door, there were two white lamps shining poorly on the surroundings. They made it easier to see the second figure. It was Alan. He was also naked and tied tightly with a bunch of ropes. His hands and legs tied behind and his manhood, dangling in front of "100 points" sign for obvious reasons. Austin wasn't sure what was that construction, but as he got closer, he realized it was a high striker machine. He looked at Alan's face and realized that his friend was unconscious.

"We found this one on an abandoned circus. It was Friday night and we were wasted. Rose then came up with this idea, for how to use this thing."

Rose started giggling.

"Let's just say we were all in awes."

Austin looked at his friend's balls. His penis looked pathetically small, compared to them. He has never seen Alan's balls before, but he was pretty sure that no girl has ever mentioned how big they were. There should have been at least one, right? He thought. There is no way that girls looked at them and thought, yea, this is normal... Unless it isn't.

"the Girls had some fun with him," Emily began, "but then he fainted, and they had to move on to your other friend. There is only so much a man's balls can take from a metal cylinder striking them over and over again. Right? I don't know. I don't have them, thanks God. But I bet it hurts like hell." She jabbed the gun in Austin's back. "Right?"

But he couldn't say anything. All he could do is think how much just a simple flick of a finger to the balls hurts. He slept with many girls and some of them liked to hit his balls for some reason. Nothing strong, but still. Simple slap and you're down. No matter how strong and muscular you are. But a metal cylinder? Jumping from the ground level with such a speed that your testicles turn in to oranges? He cringed by just a thought of the amount of pain it had to generate.

"You're fucking crazy." he managed to say.

"Ohhh stop. Girls just wanna have fun. Never heard of that before? Misogynist. C'mon. Go in.

Austin grabbed the door handle as there was nothing else for him to do and entered the building. It was dark, with a couple of barely working light bulbs under the ceiling. Disgusting building, definitely abandoned. Concrete on the floor. Everything gray color.

"You see that metal cage? That's the entrance to the elevator. Go there."

He did as she said. The elevator looked like it was at least 30 years old. He had to grab one end and pull in to open the cage. He walked in. Emily and Rose got in right after him. Rose pressed on the button and closed the cage, while Austin and Rose just looked at each other. One with fear in the eyes, other with psychopathic joy. The elevator started going down unbelievably slow.

"Where are we going?" he asked.

"You'll see. Now take your clothes off."

"What?" a cold chill went down his spine.

"Your clothes. Off. You did that many times, in front of other girls. Don't act so surprised."

He was reluctant, but what other choice did he have? Emily ensured she stood out of his reach. After a short uncertainty, he started to undress. Everything went on the cold metal floor, except for his socks and boxers.

"Don't play fucking stupid with me" she said.

He sighed and pulled down his boxers, covering his manhood.

"Ohh C'mon. You happily showed it to so many other girls, but now you're afraid? Show me it. I need to know what I'm working with."

He took away his hands, only to hear Emily start giggling.

"You know what. It's pretty cold here, so I'll grant you that. But don't worry. I don't care about your little friend."

Austin looked down and saw that his penis was smaller than usually. It was true, that elevator was cold as ice, but that wasn't the reason why his dick was crawling back in to his body. He just saw two of his friends get their balls destroyed. He was fucking scared he was going to be next.

When they stopped, Rose opened the cage. Austin saw what he has seen before: concrete, barely visible in the darkness.

"Go. On the left... Nice body, by the way," said Emily.

Austin walked out and as he did, Rose smacked his left ass chick.

"And ass" added Rose.

He didn't react. His hole body was covered in goosebumps from the cold. They were deep underground and the only thing he could see, was a dark coridor, that seemed straight out of a horror movie. Bearly any ligh. Some doors on the left, far in the distance. Trash on the ground, mostly grinded rocks. Stains on the bland walls. Every sound, even slightes sigh echoed deep in to the darkness.

"Now?" he asked.

"Go straight. We have some walking to do," said Emily, and her voice travelled for a couple of seconds through the corridor.

He started walking slowly and uncertainly. His body shivered, and his hands were red from the cold; only his feet felt some warmth from the socks. At least she hadn't ordered him to remove them. He walked for a solid minute before he heard some strange noise. It was hard to recognize because of the echo. He walked some more, and the noise grew lauder. The corridor didn't change. Still the same, almost endless gray walls. Finally, he got close enough to understand what the noise was. Some grunts of pain, but he wasn't sure from where they were coming. He looked at the doors on the left. He just passed one, the other was far in the distance - metal and solid.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, stooop!" a male voice screamed.

Austin stopped only to be pushed forward once again. Both Emily and Rose didn't say a word since they got out of the elevator.

"Stop, stop! You'll rip them off!" another scream of pain.

"Who's that?" Austin asked.

"You don't know him," answered Emily. "Some prick. He's been here for two days, I think."

"You kidnap guys and hold them here as your prisoners?"

"Only a couple. But don't worry, you won't be as lucky as he is."

"What do you mean?" he asked, as Emily's answer frightened Austin even more.

"We've been playing with him for two days. We'll be playing with you only today. I'll be."

Austin could hear a creepy tone in her voice.

What she said didn't sound that bad, but he knew that there is some catch to it. She's going to torture him, that is certain, she's fucking crazy. But only today, and then what? Just let him go. He prefers to stay here only for one day than two, or three, or even more.

He walked past the metal door from which the disturbing sounds originated and moved forward. Then the last scream erupted from behind.

"Stooooooop!" and after that there were only quiet grunts of pain.

"See that door on the right?" asked Emily.

"Yes."

"Open them and keep on going."

He got closer to the only door on the right and did as she said. Behind them, he saw a staircase going down. He hesitated.

"We don't have the hole day." after that, Emily gave his ass a decent kick. It wasn't strong enough to move him. He was way taller than her and stronger, but it was decent enough to make him move again.

He started going down the spiral stairs until he got to the second corridor.

"Now left."

He went left. After walking further, the corridor split into two paths.

"Now right."

He walked more.

"Now, go left."

More walking.

"Right."

He turned right.

"Open this door and go left."

After what seemed like ages, they got to the final door.

"And we are here. Rose."

Rose pulled out a key from her pocked and opened the metal door. She took a step to the left so that Austin could see the insides. But the insides were covered in blackness.

"Go in," ordered Rose.

Austin was a tall and muscular dude that could over power guys taller than him without a problem. But now, he was deep underground in some evil catacombs. Completely naked and helpless. With a gun pointed at him by a much smaller girl. He felt humiliated and scared as never. He took a step and walked in.

Emily flipped the switch, and the light turned on.

It was a small, vague room, almost empty. Except for a large metal table on the right and a smaller locker next to it. On the locker there were many tools. Pliers, screwdrivers, hammers, wires, mallets and other, smaller and larger metal objects which he couldn't recognize. Another cold wave passed through his body.

"Now be so kind and get on the table."

"What will you do to me?"

"Lay down on the table."

He didn't.

"Last chance."

But what else could he do?

He walked up to in and got on. First his hands. Then he sat on his butt. He cringed from the cold metal. Next, his legs and back. God, it was so fucking cold.

Rose walked up to him, so that she was standing behind the table. Austin's face was right under her stomach. She leaned over him and grabbed both of his hands. He could feel her shirt touching his face. Then she pulled them over his head and laid them down on the table. His arms laid straight on the large table, while only his legs hung off it from the knees down. She started tying his hands to something under the table. When she was done, she moved to his legs. She grabbed his left thigh and pulled it to the left so that his leg was dangling down from the longer side of the table.

"We need to make sure they are spread far apart," She said, smiling.

Austin looked at it in horror. There was no denying that something bad was coming. Something bad for his manhood.

Rose moved to the right leg and did the same.

Now so that Austin was immobilized, Emily put the gun behind her back part of the jeans and walked closer to him.

"You know," she started. "You do have a nice body. It's almost perfect. Muscular, but not too muscular where it's no longer appealing." She put her hand on his stomach and dragged it up to his chest. "Girls didn't lie. Just by looking at it, I'm thinking, ohh yes, please fuck me. It's so funny. Handsome face, sculpted body. Perfect for such a young, horny boy that wants to fuck all the time. Too bad that in a couple of minutes you won't have all the necessary parts for that."

"What?!" Austin asked in terror.

Rose grabbed something from the locker. It was so heavy that she needed to pick it up with both of her hands. She walked up to the table and placed in between his wide-open legs. Just under his manhood.

"What the fuck is that?" he asked desperately with a shaky voice.

"That?" said Emily. "Ohh, that's just a six-inch machinist's vice for your balls, of which the handle I will be cranking for the next couple of minutes until the jaws are completely shut."

Rose grabbed his helpless sack and that's when he started to thrust on the table like crazy.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

Emily started laughing. She laughed so hard that she needed to lean on his stomach.

"Please, please, don't, don't!"

"Please, please, don't, don't!" she mocked him. "My little balls. Don't crush my balls."

"I beg you."

"I've heard it so many times. Every guy, no matter how strong. Everything, but not his sensitive balls."

"You're fucking crazy! You fucking crazy bitch."

"Hey, there is no need to be mean."

"Crazy bitch!"

"I'm only going to crush your nuts."

"Fuck you!"

She looked straight in to his eyes with a big smile.

"Fuck you, fuck you, go fuck youreslf!" he added.

"I probably will. But I'll need to find a guy with a pair of balls."

Rose placed Austins sack between the metal jaws and started turning the handle. When the upper jaw touched his naked sack, she gave it a couple of more twists. With each turn, the jaws pushed further and further into his balls. His sack turned from round to slightly flattened.

"Auu, oh fuck, oh fuck, please stop, it hurts! Please!"

“Calm down, we haven't even started yet,” said Emily.

Austin tensed all his muscles and pulled his head up. His body looked really impressive with all the veins and muscles standing out in the darkness of the room. He looked terrified at what was happening between his legs, but no matter how hard he tried to close them, he could not win against the bindings. He breathed quickly and deeply. The pain was excruciating. Prickly and constant. It was as if some girl had grabbed his balls and squeezed them for her own pleasure. She squeezed hard and solid, as if she had already done it more than once.

Rose let go of the handle and placed her hands on Austin's large thighs, now panickingly trying to close. Both twisted in a ridiculous pose very close, yet very far away.

“All right,” she said. "They're ready. Will you still need me?"

"No. Thanks a lot. You can leave us alone now."

“Okay. If you have any problem, call me.”

"Sure. Although I doubt I'll have any with such small and delicate jewels."

Rose looked at Austin. She smiled and waved at his panicked face.

"See you later handsome. Have fun." And then she left.

Austin turned his eyes to Emily. She stood staring at his face as before.

“Please.”

"That's what I've heard a thousand times before. Be more original."

"What the fuck do you want me to tell you? Please don't crush my balls. I fucking can't believe I'm even saying something like that. This isn't really happening,"

Emily grabbed the handle quickly and pulled it a good few degrees.

Austin tensed all his muscles once more and jumped up as far as his bindings would allow. Another wave of pain cupped him where before and stayed. Stronger and more excruciating. A pain he thought he had never felt before.

"Aaaa. please! Oh fuck!" he moaned.

“You still don't know if this is really happening. Or should I pull again?”

"No, no no, please don't. Let's talk, okay? Please."

"What do you want to talk about?"

"About why you are doing this. You don't have to do it, please. I'll do anything you want. Do you want money?"

"Hmm." muttered Emily and turned to the right. She started walking very slowly. She put her fingers on his belly and traveled down it. Over the clear six-pack up to the belly button. Then across his lower stomach and over his recently shaved pubic hair. "Anything?"

"Yes, anything."

She drove her finger lower until she reached his soft dick. She grabbed it in two fingers and waved it around like a girl allowed by her boyfriend to do it after many requests"

"What is it?" she asked. "You're not hard. And I thought boys like it, when it's tight."

With that she grabbed the handle and pulled it down. She made a decent turn and stopped just after one hundred and eighty degrees.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa. Fucking stop, please! Holy fuck, it hurts. Oh my God."

The upper jaw was already decently sunk into his sack, which was beginning to slowly dissolve into two sides. His individual balls were becoming more and more visible. And it was becoming more and more apparent how unnatural a position they were now in. Flatter than ever before.

Emily began to laugh.

"Oh my. I can't imagine how much it must hurt, and yet it entertains me the same every time."

"Please," he groaned.

“And I love how it makes you sound more and more senseless with every turn.”

"Whatever," he added through clenched teeth. "Listen. Please."

Speaking began to be problematic. The pain was dreadful, the worst he had ever felt. He was unable to concentrate. He was unable to think. He had trouble breathing. He clenched all his muscles at once and wriggled like a worm. He stared once at the concrete ceiling and once between his legs, at the metal vice that with every second of this madness was getting closer to crushing his testicles to pulp. To turning them into mush and taking away such an important part of his life. He would do anything to avoid that.

"I know guys, many... I'm popular. I can bring them here. Please... I won't tell anyone about this."

Emily was now standing between his legs. She leaned forward, showing the outline of her breasts in the process. But for the moment, with his testicles close to cracking in a metal vice, it didn't work as usual. She placed her hands on his thighs and drove her nails into them.

"I fucking can't. I can't, I can't" he whined.

“Would you sacrifice your colleagues' eggs to save your own?”

"Yes. Please" he moaned

"Very not nice of you. You know. Sacrificing your colleagues' balls."

She let go of his thighs and grabbed the handle of the vice with both hands. One on the right, the other on the left. Ready to twist, as if there were billiard balls in the vice, not Austin's two flat testicles.

"No, no!" he hissed with residual strength.

"You know what, there's actually one thing you could do."

"Yes?" he asked with a remnant of hope.

"Could you scream? It turns me on a lot."

And with that, she began to turn. Another wave of pain from hell itself hit his testicles. Something he had never felt before and would never wish it on anyone. He pulled his legs with all his strength at the knots, but still he couldn't do anything. He wasn't even screaming anymore, only gasping and moaning in a pathetic manner perfectly suited to a guy who was about to lose his balls. He waved his arms, clenched his hands, and that was all he could do. He opened his mouth, however, nothing came out of it. When Emily finally stopped, Austin felt like he was about to pass out.

“Oh my God,” she said.

She started laughing like never before. She grabbed her stomach and leaned forward. She fell on his stomach, just above his cock. She laughed and stopped only after a good minute. She raised her head and looked at his face from below. It was all wrung out in pain. Tears were running down his cheeks.

"You should see yourself now. Great view."

“Fuck you,” he hissed, almost inaudibly.

"Or better yet, you should see your balls. They look like pancakes."

“Bitch.”

"But I have to compliment you. I've never had a boy here with such strong balls before. They always cracked at this point. And yours, see, still whole."

“Bitch.”

"Ohhh, don't be mean. You are very emotional. They're just nuts, calm down."

She looked at his six-pack. Now, it was shining all over in sweat. So was his forehead. She picked herself up and stood as before.

"Fuck you... Crazy... Bitch."

"But I think that they won't be able to take the next turn. Any last words? Do you want to pray or something?"

"Please... No." he groaned through his teeth.

He couldn't see anything anymore. His eyes were in tears. He could barely breathe.

“I beg you.”

“If not, then let me end their pathetic existence.”

She laughed, then grabbed the handle of the vice. As before, from both sides, ready for a strong and firm turn. She looked at Austin squirming in front of her, all glowing from sweat and moaning like a loser. She was wet and horny. She had wanted to do this for a long time.

"You're very fucking sexy, Austin and I would love to let you fuck me. But I have a feeling I'll come much harder from the sight of your face after your balls pop."

And just as she was about to turn and close the jaws by those less than a centimeter and a half, the door to the room opened and Rose came through it.

“Emily!”

Emily turned around.

“What?”

“We have a problem.”

Rose paid no attention to Austin. It was as if there was no tortured boy in the room at all, whose testicles are almost crushed in a vice.

“What kind?”

“One of the boys ran away.”

“What!”

"I don't know how. But Ada was lying bloody on the ground. She got hit hard. And he ran off somewhere."

“Did he ran upstairs?”

“I guess not.”

“'Fuck me.”

Emily let go of the vice's handle and pulled a gun from behind her belt. She walked toward Rose and they both left the room. Emily's head went back into the room for a moment.

"I'll be right back. Just don't go anywhere."

And then she closed the door. After a moment, Austin heard the sound of the lock closing. And then the light in the room went black. He heard footsteps moving away, which dimmed after a second.

He was left alone in the darkness. crying from the pain. Tied to the table. With his balls trapped in the closed jaws of a vice.