With a loud groan, Dana rolled over and shut off the alarm. Untangling herself from the blankets, she climbed out of the bed and padded barefoot down the hall to the bathroom. As she walked in, she saw the shopping list that she had taped to the mirror last night. Back to the hardware store, and then to the Walgreen's or Rite Aid. She didn't want to forget the grocery store; she needed to get some food as well. She didn't trust anything that might be in the old fat bastard's refrigerator.

After a nice hot shower, she dressed all in black again. This time it was a warm blazer and wool pants, the nylon jogging suit wasn't as warm as she had thought it would be. Pulling the taped note from the mirror, she grabbed her keys and headed out the door, locking it behind her.

First stop was the hardware store. In the plumbing department, she had them cut a length of plastic tubing eighteen inches long. She wandered the aisles after that, browsing to see if anything caught her eye that might be fun to try. In the tool department, she picked up a pair of pliers.

A new idea popped into her mind, and she stalked the store looking for wire or thin metal rods. When she had found the rods, she chose two of them that were one sixteenth of an inch by four feet long. Then she went back to the tools and found a pair of heavy duty wire cutters. She also picked up a hacksaw just in case.

She looked back at the list. Glue. That would probably be up at the front, by the cashiers. She walked to the front of the store to check out and found a three pack of superglue. Perfect. She paid for her purchase with cash, and left the store.

It was heavily overcast and starting to rain again. Dana hurried through the parking lot to her car and climbed in.. At Walgreen's she bought a cotton rope clothesline and two bags of wooden clothespins, the kind with the spring. She found a box of latex gloves that she needed too. Then she headed to the sporting goods store again. She had seen a flyer from the store showing a camouflage car cover and she wanted to pick one up.

Time to get back. She drove back out Highway 26 to North Plains. Since it was daylight, she needed to be more careful that she would not be seen. As she got closer, she slowed down, making sure there were no other cars on the road before she backed down the service road again.

She tore open the package containing the car cover. The car was backed in farther than it was last night, and she wanted to make sure it was well hidden. Getting out of the car, she spread the cover over it. She slung the refilled backpack over her shoulder and locked the door.

The cloud cover was heavier here west of the city making it darker. It felt later than it actually was. Looking at the ground, Dana noticed her tire tracks. Thinking quickly, she found a fallen branch and began brushing at the mud and gravel to hide them. She also fluffed up the grasses and ferns, effectively hiding her presence. She started walking back to the house.

Stepping through the unlocked back door, she flipped the light switch on. The house was silent. It suddenly occurred to her that she didn't know what she was going to do about the body once he expired. She went into the living room with an urge to explore. There wasn't much in the front room, the tipped over recliner and the television. A pervasive smell of Sauer kraut hung in the stale air of the room. There was a worn out olive green couch against one wall, and an old-fashioned rag rug on the floor in the center of the room. She turned to a doorway on the other side of the room. His bedroom. She pushed the door in and turned on the light. There was an unmade bed on one side of the room and a wooden dresser on the opposite side. She walked to the dresser. On top of it there was a wallet and a handful of spare change.

She picked up the wallet and opened it. Inside she found a drivers license and an ATM card. There were no pictures. In the cash pocket, there was three hundred dollars in twenties and an expired condom. She took the cash, folded it and put it in her pocket. She pulled open the top drawer. She gasped in surprise with what she found there. Mr. Amundsen liked sex toys. There were several anal plugs and a couple plastic and metal objects that she couldn't readily identify. A very large, chrome cone-shaped plug with studs was still in the packaging, he probably was afraid to try it from the size. The base of it looked to be three inches in diameter, and it stood about seven inches tall. She laughed to herself. She lifted it out and carried it out.

Stepping carefully in the dark, she reached out until she found the string for the light. The scent of excrement hung in the stale, musty air of the cellar. She shielded her eyes against the brightness and looked at Amundsen. He glared at her and grunted. He had probably hollered so much that he lost his voice. His chest was cracked and bleeding in several places, she wondered if he had tried to escape at all. It looked like he had exerted himself somehow. She unloaded the backpack on the workbench again.

"I found something interesting upstairs in your drawers, Donald," she told him, "something I think we're going to have to try." She picked up the clothesline and unwound part of it. Setting it on the floor next to him, she went behind the pole and untied the knots and loosened the ropes from the pole. Yanking the chair around, she pulled the rope through the eyebolt again, hoisting him upright. There were feces smeared all over the seat of the chair, and the backs of his legs. She knotted the rope carefully, and then walked back to the bench. Tearing open the box of gloves, she slipped them on over her hands, snapping them at her wrists. A nasty grin grew across her face as she unwrapped the anal plug.

Holding it at the base, she walked up behind him. He clenched his ass cheeks together and tried to twist away.

"Oh no, Donald," she said, emphasizing his name, "you really need to relax." She lifted her foot and nudged his leg, making him cry out. She watched as the muscles went slack. Resting her left hand on the small of his back, she pressed the tip of the plug against his crack with her right. With a sudden shove, she rammed it in as hard as she could.

His body twitched and jerked as she stepped back. She could tell that had hurt. A guttural sound came from his throat, an attempt at a scream. A wry grin crossed her face. She yanked it back out quickly then crammed it in again.

"Did you ever wonder how it would feel to be raped?" she asked. "Rachel knew, when you did it to her." She repeated her actions several more times, before stopping and leaving it inserted.

She walked around the front of him. Kneeling down, she checked to see what the etching solution had done to him. His entire genital area was a mottled dark red, purple and black. Picking up the loops of rope that she had left on the floor, she smacked his penis with it. More raspy croaking sounds came from his mouth. Looking back down at his legs, the entire front of both legs was black from the knees down. She stood up and looked at him. His eyes showed his impotent fury and she smiled at him.

"I can't decide whether I like you watching me or not. Would it be better to blind you, so you can focus on the pain more? Or make sure you see a woman giving you all this pleasure?" She paused, trying to see gauge his reaction. She could superglue his eyelids shut, after she showed him all the things she intended on using on him. Then let him guess what she was doing. That sounded like fun.

"I'm going to show you some of the things I brought for our 'date' and explain what I might do with them. I may change my mind while I'm playing," Dana told him. "Then I'm going to glue your eyes shut, so that you can pay very close attention to every sensation."

She picked the pliers up from the top of the bench. Holding it up, she showed them to him, saying, "I think I will pull out some of your teeth, the upper molars are especially painful to have pulled, even with anesthetic, and the sound of the roots cracking is hard to describe."

Placing the pliers down where he had a clear view, next she picked up a bag of clothespins. "I guess you can imagine what I might do with these." The piece of plastic tubing was held up next. "This is how I'm going to give you water. I don't want to take the chance of you spitting at me or trying to bite, or whatever desperate thing you come up with." She set it down. "I think you already saw the knives, but I also brought some lighter fluid that I haven't made up my mind about yet."

Next she took out the metal rods and the wire cutters. Leaving one on the table, she began cutting the rod into three inch pieces. It was harder than she thought, but she managed to get the first rod done. Picking up one of the pieces, she walked back over to him. The ends were somewhat pointed and she pinched up the loose skin on the side of his neck, close to his jaw line. He grunted and tried to twist away as she forced the metal piece through the skin.

"Oh that's a good one," she said, going back for the rest of the pieces. She repeated the piercing until there were eight of them down the side of his neck. Going around to his other side, she did the same to the opposite side of his neck.

"I think I'm going to let you think about that for a while," Dana said as she pulled off the gloves and dropped them on the floor. There wasn't much blood, but some had run down the front of his chest. His low groaning had become a continuous moan; she hoped he would hold out for the rest of her plans. She shrugged to herself, turned the light off and headed back upstairs. She could sit and watch TV for a while, maybe eat something.