Foreword
The woman lay chained on the floor and looked up at the man with the patch over his eye.
She knew that the man wanted to hurt her, that he had chained her like this so that she would not be able to get away when he started to hurl the whip onto her body.
But he had said that he would help her, that this pain would be good for her. She wanted to trust the man, but when she saw him approach her with the whip in his hand, the whip that was going to fall on her naked body, she screamed out.
"No! Please! I can't stand it!"
'You will stand it," the man snarled. "You will stand it because you have lived a life of crime and fucking, and now you must learn how to live correctly."
"But it will hurt me! It will cut me!"
"Yes," the man snarled, agreeing with her.
He knew that he would hurt her and cut her. It would make her bleed and it would give her more pain than she had ever experienced before in her life. And the man knew that that was just what she needed-pain, the kind of pain that she could not ignore, the kind of pain that would add a new dimension to her suffering.
By making her suffer, the man knew that he would help her. That was his theory and he was a trained psychologist.
She was going to help him prove that his theory was correct.