MIRROR: Download from MEGA Click Here! GOING TO THE EDGE by V.W. Singer I'm on Goodreads and I have a website. I'll post more short stories if anyone is interested. (M/F, SM, Cons, cutting, very hard, blood) Note: The following is an "edge play" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and NOT intended as a description of BDSM lifestyle. The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook, which displayed the day's returns from his loan-sharking and bookie operations. He pushed to screen down out of a caution that was instinctive to a gang boss who had fought his way to the place he was in. A touch of a switch would trigger a special system which would fry the hard disk and RAM chips beyond recovery even by the interfering intelligence agencies that so often helped the police these days. But he smiled when he realised the identity of his visitor. "Motherfucker! You bastard, you knew my sister couldn't repay you in time," Caroline shouted from half way across the room. Hugo leaned back and smiled coldly. "She came to me. Nobody dragged her in here." He tapped his fingers as his eyes narrowed. "In fact, I tried to dissuade her from taking the loan. Believe it or not, being forced to break my customer's legs isn't good for business. Ask the boys." He nodded his head to either side. Like a pair of dark suited bookends, his two enforcers nodded and revealed gleaming teeth in shark-like grins. Caroline's shoulders sagged when realised that Hugo was right. It was always easy to blame the loan shark, but Hugo at least made his terms very clear before handing out money, and in his own way he was honest. Her voice almost a whisper, she said, "But she can't â€¦. " "What about you? That bakery of yours must be worth â€¦ well, enough." She shook her head despondently. "I have loans. And I can't â€¦ it's all I have left of my mother and father." She frowned. "You already knew that. You know everything that goes on in this neighbourhood. But you still let me in to see you. What do you want?" She jumped when the gangster's hand slammed against the table, making the notebook rattle against something heavy and metal. "Want? I want what's owned to me!" he shouted. "And if I don't get it there will have to be an example made. You know that just as well as I do." Her own words went round and around in her mind. He agreed to see her. She must have something â€¦ her eyes widened when she remembered the stories they whispered about him. She glanced at the spot on the table beside the notebook and she saw it. "It" was a gleaming piece of steel and wood. Suddenly she knew that the stories were true, and she knew what she had to offer him. Her eyes lifted and met his, and she knew he was waiting like some dark predator to see what she would do. Even though what he would want was awful, from his view it would still be a concession. It was hard to match having your kneecaps smashed with a sledgehammer. It was up to her to ask for it â€¦ beg for it. "Well? Do you have something to say, or should I write off the money and have my friends here pay your sister a visit?" When he started to turn away she knew that her time was up. "Wait!" "Yes?" His voice was smooth, calm, and his face expressionless, showing none of the satisfaction Caroline was sure he was feeling. He had won. "Will you tear up my sister's IOU if I â€¦ do what you want?" "What I want? Have I made any demands of you â€“ made any threats? I thought we were having a business discussion. If I was mistaken â€“ " "No! Please. I'm offering â€¦ of my own free will. In exchange for my sister's debts, I will do whatever you want." She realised to her horror that he had to be video recording this humiliating conversation. He wanted evidence, proof that he did not coerce or threaten her. Hugo brushed imaginary lint from the cuffs of his black designer suit. "What are you offering? I like your Mille-Feuille strawberry cream pastries, but â€¦. " She closed her eyes for a moment, and then said, "I will have sex with you in any way you like and â€¦ and you can â€¦ use your knife on me. I don't really know what you like to do, so don't ask me to describe it." "Limits? And do you require a safe word?" Her nerves tingled when she heard the hard, brittle tone in his voice. "N-no limits and no safe word required. I t-trust your judgement." His lips curled in a narrow lipped smile. "So if you say No, or Stop â€¦. " Her lips almost refused to work. "Y-you can ignore me. Only stop when you're satisfied." Like a hungry predator preening, Hugo brushed back his hair and gracefully stood up. "If you try to stop me, or object to anything, our deal is off. Understood?" She nodded silently, biting her lip in dismay. Hugo snapped his fingers and pointed at the door, and his "assistants" silently filed out, both of them hiding their grins until they were out of the room. *** The harsh lamp burned down in a cone around a steel framed chair that was bolted to the concrete floor. There was simple sturdy table in the corner with plastic bottles of drinking water and a first-aid kit sitting on it. Caroline stood next to the chair and shivered. They were in a room connected to Hugo's office by an internal door. The walls were sheathed in aluminium panels, and the bare concrete floor was coated in some kind of synthetic sealant, making it waterproof. She had no trouble guessing what it was normally used for. She jumped in fright when he snapped his fingers. "Don't waste my time. Strip!" She felt a strange calm as she unbuttoned her blouse. She noticed that there was a pink icing stain on it as she pulled her arms out of the sleeves. She resisted the urge to hug herself and unfastened the waistband of her practical trousers that she wore to work. Folding the garments she placed them on the table and returned to stand beneath the light dressed only in bra and panties and her comfortable low heeled, open toed shoes. An impatient wave of his fingers made her reach for the clasp of her front-closing bra. Fear overcame modesty or neatness and she quickly shrugged out of the undergarment and tossed it at the table. The room wasn't cold, but she realised that her nipples were hard and erect. Worse still, when she pulled her panties down over her hips, she realised that she was soaking wet too. She had never believed the stories about people becoming madly horny in the face of death or danger, but it appeared that it was absolutely true. She also realised that she could have come at that moment with just a touch of her clit, even though this was the most un-sexy situation she had ever experienced in her life. The panties came off of her ankles, and she was thankful that they didn't get hooked on her shoes. She bundled the flimsy garment into a ball, hoping to hide the wet crotch band and flung it at the table. Naked now, she stood with her hands at her sides and looked inquiringly at him. She was damned if she was going cover herself with her arms like some stupid comedy character. Hugo pushed away from the wall and slowly walked around her. "Remember, you asked for this, so I expect you to be happy about it, grateful even." She nodded. "I understand. And I am grateful. Just tell me what you want and I'll give it to you." "The truth for a start. Are you wet?" He grinned when she nodded again, red faced. "Don't let it bother you. I've had girls in here to be taught a lesson, or to teach their fathers or boyfriends a lesson, and they often get wet too. I know because I've checked." He smacked her buttock with a hand. "Legs open." She obeyed, and had to fight back tears when she felt his fingers search and probe deep, the sounds of her wetness loud in the hard walled room. It should have felt bad, painful, but it didn't and she felt as if her body had betrayed her. "How â€¦ how badly are you going to â€“ " "Cut you? Hard to say. But the more you cooperate, the less likely you are to be accidentally cut. Understand?" He pulled his hand out of her cunt and grabbed a breast with fingers that glistened with her juices. She inhaled sharply, but said, "I understand." And she did. He was going to play with a sharp knife, not a whip or cane, and the slightest unexpected movement on her part could be disastrous â€“ for her at any rate. He went behind her, and she felt the smooth fabric of his coat press against her back. She also felt his erection pressing into her buttocks. But she knew it wasn't simply her nakedness that aroused him. Back in front of her, he kissed her nipple and then looked into her eyes. "Put your hands on top of your head. Elbows back. You're a beautiful woman, I would like to keep you looking that way for as long as possible." Caroline obeyed, pulling herself very erect. "How are you going to do that?" She bit her lip when she heard the deadly metallic click of the blade of his folding knife locking into place out of her line of vision. The question was more than academic. She really preferred not to be covered with scars like some tribal warrior. Leaning close he whispered in her ear. "Be a good girl, do everything I say, and I won't touch your face." He let the cold steel of the knife touch the outside of her thigh and grinned when she hissed. "I'll be good."