by Andreas Flögel
When he woke up, his chest hurt. As usual, she had immobilised him with handcuffs and ropes. But something was new.
“Have a look.” She helped him lift his head. A zipper was sewn into the flesh of his breast. She grinned.
“When I open it, I can see your heart beating.” The ball gag prevented him from asking, but she knew him well enough. “Why? Controlling your body isn’t all. I want access to your heart. See it, touch it, and eventually squeeze it till it stops.”
Even the gag could not hide the big smile on his face.
Andreas Flögel writes short stories in different genres. You can find his fiction in German magazines and several anthologies.
More about him and his work: www.dr-dings.de