"None?" I sounded incredulous only because I was.
"None." She confirmed with a confident smile, "There is nothing you can do that would make me even flinch."
"Really?" I gave her a bemused grin.
"Really." She giggled.
Of course now the challenge had been she fully expected me to rise to it. Though she seemed almost disappointed a few days later when I merely told her to strip before I collared her. The blindfold went on next, and that to seemed banal to her. She did falter a bit as she had to push through plastic wrap as I lead her to the next room. Yet it was only the cold metal of the chair that made her gasp. The restraints didn't faze her at all, though her face contorted in confusion when I pulled her left leg out and completely immobilized it. There was a light gasp as she felt my fingers and a loose strap brush against her sex, but more confusion when I just tied the strap. An appreciative smile followed as the strap tightened, but I could feel her pulse beginning to race as a light sheen of sweat covered her. The oddities were starting to worm into her mind
She giggled in relief as she felt the felt tip trace over her skin, "You wanted to write on me?"
In answer I just grunted and moved the marker lower. Tracing nice, neat dashes just above her knee. I capped the marker and slid it into her mouth, she obediently bit down to hold it. That obedience was tested when she felt the cold kiss of steel against her skin. Still it clearly wasn't a blade and she tried to relax even as I swore. The loudest sound in the room was the constant click of plastic around plastic.
I muttered and beat on something she couldn't see. Then her shrill scream covered the sudden whirring next to her ear. But it wasn't the sound of the saw that reduced her to a gibbering mess, or the flecks of half-dried blood spattering across her face, rather it was the smell of burning bone that finally broke her.
