I must have done something wrong (breathing, I guess), because She battered my ass like a drumkit. Then She left me where I was: cuffed to the Saint Andrew’s cross. Don’t know for how long; time flies when you have a sore ass. Anyway, She entered the room again and touched my back with Her fingers. It made me shiver of happiness. Her long nails took a walk all over my back, slowly and almost sensual at first, but then rougher and rougher. Before long She scratched and clawed me with a vengeance and I could feel Her razor-sharp nails ripping through my flesh like a hot knife through butter. She cut me to shreds and I rattled my cuffs in agony. Didn’t do me much good though, because She tore my epidermis apart like a wildcat. A nail biting experience, I can tell you that much.