October 20th. (Cont.)

Jan decided to removed the mattress leaving the wooden planks underneath uncovered.

A few spiders run away... ugly spiders. I was laying down on the hard, rough plank, afraid of the spiders, afraind that they might come back.

I was surrounded by candles. It was very, very nice. Actually very romantic in a very kinky way.

"How do you feel?" Jan asked. "Wonderful ... " I whispered and I saw in his eyes a sweetness that I hadn't seen before. "You make me happy ... very happy" he whispered back, "Je t'aime a mourir" he said while opening his torture tools bag; he has a bag where he has his torture tools.

He produced two nails. A shivering went up my spine. He put them on one side.

I was afraid of the pain, of whatever he was planning. "The woman in the story ... is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice to save the life of her sister. Do you know what that ultimate sacrifice is going to be?

I was not going to answer. That would only spoil the surprise. I could imagine many nasty things but I wasn't going to answer.

Jan produced a hammer out of the bag. I was trembling. We were silent. All I could hear was the barks of a dog miles away, the chirping of the night bugs ... the whistling of the wind, the steps of the tiny spider's legs and our breathing.

Jan opened my hand... I held my hands in a strong fist all this time. He straightened each of my fingers, one by one, slowly.

I reluctantly let him open them until my hand was flat open. I felt like the palm of my hand was now the most intimate part of my body. He made the palm of my hand the sexiest part of me at that very moment, the object of his desire.

I closed my eyes shot as I felt the sharp point of the nail rest in the middle of my palm.