Free SNATCH: A Dark Erotica by Scott Hildreth Page B

wager.
    She stared down at the scalpel. “Yes, I am certain.”
    He stood and smiled a soft smile. “Very well,”
    Ryan reached into his right pocket of his slacks and removed a pair of rubber gloves. As he pulled them onto his hands, he tightened his jaw and clenched his teeth. Memories of his father began to fill his head. He looked up from his hands, and focused on the pile of money. As he walked around the table, he picked up one of the towels from the stack.
    He walked around the table and stood beside Dana’s chair.
    He handed the small folded towel to Dana. “Here, you’ll want to bite on this. It’ll prevent you from screaming, and provide some assurance you will not bite your tongue.”
    She accepted the towel and swallowed the bile that rose in her throat. She prayed again for God to give her strength. As Ryan began to speak, she closed her eyes and said a prayer asking God’s forgiveness for what Ryan prepared to do to her. She opened her eyes and looked up at Ryan.
    “I’m ready,” she said as she placed the towel in her mouth and bit down on it.
    “Well, we both know I could make this as torturous or as simple as possible. You’ve proven to be an extremely strong woman. This part isn’t really for any reason, it’s just. Oh, well, it’s just that I have to do something ,” Ryan stated as he leaned over and picked up the scalpel.
    “Place your left hand on the towel in front of you and fan out your fingers. Pick up the other towel in your right hand and hold it,” Ryan inhaled a slow breath, looked up at the light fixture and exhaled.
    As Ryan looked back down toward Dana’s hand he began to speak.
    “I’m going to cut off the very tip, just a small amount, mind you – of your left index finger. I’ll have you know, it really won’t hurt much at all. I won’t remove much, and I’ll make it as quick as possible. As soon as I do, cover it with the towel. I’ll prepare a bandage when we’re done. If you’re prepared, blink your eyes twice,” Ryan said as he turned and looked down at her face.
    She blinked twice and bit the towel.
    With his left hand, he pressed down on Dana’s hand, holding it tight to the towel on the table. With the scalpel in his right hand he carefully positioned it over her finger and placed slight pressure against her finger with the rear portion of the blade. After taking a slight breath, he paused, and pressed the blade down and pulled the scalpel back, dragging the surgical blade across the flesh of her finger. As the scalpel moved, the blade sliced through her flesh with minimal effort.
    Ryan’s eyes widened as the blade of the scalpel cut through the fleshy tip of Dana’s finger. Although his hands remained steady for the procedure, his stomach began to flutter. With a hint of surprise in his mind, he fought the jittery feeling and pressed the blade through her finger and into the towel.
    As Dana bit against the towel she focused on the wall in front of her, and did not watch the scalpel, Ryan, or see the blood. As the blade slid across her finger, it sliced a quarter inch of the tip of her finger off, leaving a square bloody fingertip exposed. Dana continued looked straight ahead, not even realizing that the procedure was complete.
    Ryan reached across the table for the alcohol. “See? It wasn’t that bad at all.”
    Dana looked down as her finger began to bleed; now realizing that Ryan had completed his sickening but simple task. With her right hand she covered the tip of her finger with the small towel, stopping the bleeding. Quickly, she uncovered it, looked down at the severed tip, and then covered it again.
    “Towel. Please move the towel,” Ryan requested quietly.
    As Dana complied, Ryan wiped the tip of her finger with alcohol, and covered it with an alcohol soaked bandage. As he did, Dana stared straight blankly at the wall.
    Ryan wrapped the soaked bandage with another dry one. “I’m certain that this hurts more than actually being