Free SNATCH: A Dark Erotica by Scott Hildreth Page A

raised her hands to the table and rubbed her wrists.
    He sat down in his chair. “I actually prefer not to use the handcuffs to be quite honest. I just feel I need to use something . You know, to deter any kind of bad decisions on your part. And I’m not implying you would attempt anything, it’s just best for both of us. Well, you understand, don’t you?”
    She attempted to rub the pain from her wrists. “Yes I do.”
    “And, I don’t want you to think for one minute that this entire thing has been about teaching you a lesson about internet dating sites. It’s much deeper than that. I wouldn’t gather up four identical women and mentally torture them to teach them a lesson about safe dating. I’m not completely mad. To me, it’s well…”
    He coughed a laugh, covered his mouth with his hand, and continued. “It’s about money. It’s about success. Ultimately, I had to find four particular women. To find you in the typical public setting would have taken a lifetime. It may not even be something I could have done in two lifetimes. I don’t know, Dana. But I know this; having that dating website with the profiles and photographs – that saved tremendous trouble, and has made this venture very profitable.”
    Her face washed with wonder. “So, someone is paying you to do this?”
    “Oh no, quite the contrary. I devised the plan. The game. The entire thing. I developed it myself.” Feeling prideful from his accomplishments, Ryan rubbed his hands together and paused from speaking.
    “Game? This is a game ?” Dana asked.
    “Well, it’s difficult to explain. Yes, a game of sorts . I maintain an interest in psychology, and the human mind in general. Sexually speaking, the wilder the desire, the more thought-provoking I find it. Not necessarily for me, so to speak - just stimulating in general . The gentlemen that spend time in the BDSM lifestyle range from interesting to downright scary. While reading profiles and postings on Fetlife’s website - for entertainment purposed only, I might add - I encountered multiple wealthy Japanese business men that possessed certain kinks. One thing led to another, and I developed this game . It’s similar to betting on a horse race.” Proudly, Ryan pointed toward the camera. “See, the camera for instance. It’s recording data that is being fed to a hosting site that provides live private streaming to the partners who have invested in the game. We have all placed multiple wagers regarding who would be first to volunteer, and which option, ultimately, the person would choose. You could have chosen death, disfigurement, or any other number of options. Had you picked death, I would have given you other options – including the manner in which you chose to die. All of these potential options have odds placed on them.”
    “The house, that’s me .” He motioned to himself. “Covers the odds.”
    Dana covered her mouth with her hand, feeling ill from her understanding of what was happening. A game with four the women - and lives being forfeited for money made her ill. For some reason, a random act of violence was far more acceptable. She thanked God for the ability to choose life, and hoped Ryan was a man of his word. She prayed for the strength to be able to endure the pain associated with the torture that Ryan was preparing to expose her to.
    “Dana?” Ryan snapped his finger loudly. “Did I lose you?”
    “No, I am listening,” she murmured.
    He waved toward the pile of money. “You appeared to have faded away. I thought maybe the injury to your face. Well, never mind. As long as you’re paying attention, that’s all that matters. Now, one last time, are you certain you choose disfigurement over death?”
    She wondered for a split second where precisely Ryan had bet his money. Giving her the options again, she assumed his money was bet on her death. She found a small amount of comfort in thinking that she may be causing him to lose money in his sickening