I read the evening paper. News of Angelas disappearance hadnt yet broken. "See noone cares about you bitch" I said to the image on the screen. Through the camera I had installed in the camera and the screen in the living room i could see the once brave radio host whimpering like a baby. I decided it was time to let her know why she was here. I flicked a switch and turned on a recording of her show with Belinda. I watched the horror build up on her face as she realised who I was and why she was here. When it got to the bit where she called me a low life scum and told belonda to gt out of my life she started to scream out that she was sorry. She screamed it over and over. I returned to the cellar while she was still screaming. I brandished the whip again. "Whip me master" she said "I deserve it" I found it hard to believe this turn of events so i decided to call her bluff if that was indeed what it was. I raised the whip and brought it down hard across her tits. I whipped her well for a good fifteen mimutes. Caushing slashes in her tits ass and thighs. When i was done i showed her a pot of salt. She screamed even before i rubbed it into her wounds. I then opened the door to cellar
"prove to me how sorry you are" I said to her "You took my fuck toy away. Come to my room and fuck me" With that i left leaving the door to the cellar open. i made sure every exit to the outside was open just in case. i stirpped and lay on the bed wating for her. i knew she would come.