As Told By Nono: P Receiver

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His eyes fluttered open. The bright bolt of sunlight that flooded the room stung and he quickly closed them. He tried to move his hands towards his eyes to shield them but the pain he felt was excruciating. Some seconds, perhaps minutes passed and not so distant sounds of movement brought him back to the present. He knew he had to move. He had to get up. He had to open his eyes. Using every bout of strength left in him he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so.

“are you comfortable baby?” asked the beauty that was snuggled against him. She’d handcuffed him to the bed with promises of a night he’d never forget. To be honest, she didn’t have to promise him anything to get him tied up. Her gaze alone got him doing things he’d never thought he would. She was his goddess…. His witch. He never thought he’d be able to get her. She was so out of his league but thanks to Capoeirapanda and Jibola and everyone that was featured on the setting P series, he’d gotten her. He made a mental note to send them thank you messages later. “yes I’m comfortable” he replied. “Good” she said as she snuggled even closer. continue…. she added. He focused on the screen that was placed directly above the bed. He had no idea why she wanted to hear a story right after she’d gotten him all “excited” with the handcuffing but he wasn’t one to ask too many questions. “Where was I…..” He mumbled to himself as he focused on the screen.

he pushed up from where he had been lying and he opened his eyes, wincing loudly as he did so. He tried to focus on his surrounding. He spotted a red slipper lying at the far end of the room. He concluded he was definitely in a female’s room by the colours around him and the choice of furniture. Which female? He asked himself. Gosh! The pain was intense. It grew worse every time he tried to move his fingers. He glanced at them…..ARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHH…..they were gone. His last two fingers on both hands.

“Hold up! Who took his fingers????”he asked as he tore his eyes away from the screen to look at her. “I’m almost certain if you keep reading, you’ll find out” she replied dryly. She was now toying with his toes. He reluctantly went back to the story………

ARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! He could feel himself begin to panic. The wound was still very fresh. It had been cleaned and something he didn’t know had been applied to it. He noticed the bloody sheets almost immediately. They were lying in a heap by the side of the bed. What on earth was going on? He slowly got out of the bed. He had to figure this out. Then he saw the pictures. Spread out all over the floor by the bottom of the bed. O! He knew that face. I mean he had to. He was the one with her in the pictures. Fucking hell! They’d been having sex in this same room when the pictures had been taken. He turned one of the pictures over. Something was scribbled on the back. It read “looking for me? Go through the brown door”.

“Now this is getting interesting”he remarked as he paused yet again. “What are you thinking?” He asked her. She’d somehow managed to take/cut his shirt off while he’d been reading. She murmured something that sounded very much like “continue reading” as she did something else with her tongue that made him moan softly. “This girl will be the death of me” he thought as he reluctantly went back to the story.

He staggered towards the brown door. It had been left slightly open. He felt very faint but that was a normal reaction to finding out you’d just lost four fingers he guessed. He used his remaining three fingers on his right hand to push the door fully open as he went in. The room had a musky smell. There was a chair placed right in the middle of the room and a cabinet by the wall. He moved towards the cabinet. In it, were about twenty jars with different names written on them. As he reached for one of the jars, a loud voice stopped him. It was female. “If you want to get out of here alive, you wouldn’t touch that! The seat is for you” she said. He couldn’t find the origin of the voice. He immediately pulled his hand away from the jar and went towards the seat. “There’s a good boy! I’ll ask you five questions. Get more than one wrong and never see your family again. Ready?? Number one: what’s the name of my….”

“Baby you can stop now”she said as she turned his face toward her. “But I just got to the interesting part” he whinned. “Don’t worry…I’ll let you find out how it ends soon enough. Now don’t move, I’ll only be a minute” she said as she got up from the bed. He stole a glance towards the screen but it’d gone blank. He hoped she’d gone to put on something sexy for him. Maybe a lil’ dance number…. He closed his eyes as he fantasised. He was brought out of his fantasy by something cold on his right hand. “WHAT THE?? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” He screamed as his eyes took in the shears in her hand and the expression on her face. “What’s my middle name?” She asked. “Errr….baby what are you doing…err….HELP!!!! HELLLLLPPPPPP!!!!” He screamed as he tried to pull his hands free of the handcuffs that made him helpless. “I said what’s my middle name?” She snarled. “O My God! Please I’m begging you please!! Sandra, Lucy, Mary, Anita, Tolu, Immaculate, Emmanuel….Please!!” He begged. “Wrong!!! Let’s see how your story plays out” she said just before she snipped the pinky on his right hand off……

For all ye P setters, better know who you are setting your P for. That’d be all…..

Nono

Nono

Nono is a girl with a mind that needs a leash and a tongue that is on nobody’s payroll. I write from my mind to my pen or fingers depending on if I’ve got Tintin my notepad or Silver my blackberry with me. You can find me on twitter @RealistXX. I am as random as they come. Lol! Oh yeah …I almost forgot …DEATH to relaxers. #teamNatural.

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