Twelve numbered envelopes spread out before me. In each a reward or a punishment that he asked me to choose from the list he compiled.
The next few seconds, the next few heartbeats will decide my fate. Trembling with nervous anticipation, I reach forward to spin the pointer.
Round it spins, blurring as it passes each of the 12 points of the clock. Each number has its own outcome; a forfeit or a reward. Wheel of fortune, or a sexual Russian roulette? In just a few short moments, I will discover which.
Slower… Slower… With each spin the pointer comes closer to revealing my destiny.
I bite my lip. Where will chance fall?
Slower… Slower… The pointer finally comes to a rest.
Seven. Lucky for some. Will it be lucky for me?
He passes me the corresponding envelope. Holding my breath and with hands trembling, I discover what fate has decreed.
Tied to the bed, naked, spread-eagled, my pillow damp with my tears, my arse hot and burning red from the thrashing I have just endured, I have no cause for complaint. it was the chance it took; I knew the risk.
Chloë