THE BOOK:
"This is the story of a strange, aberrant, relationship that changes the lives of a criminal and his victim. The darkness the oppressive solitude, and fear - fear of the man and fear of being unable to withstand so much indignity - hang over Marianne, imprisoned in a gloomy basement in a London slum. Robert is an immature psychopath whose mind is clouded by fear of facing his own victim and by panic at the thought of being discovered. This causes Robert to take it out on his prisoner.
Two characters with nothing in common face each other in a life-or-death struggle a few metres below the streets of London. The man is an obscure office worker who has decided to take control of his own life. The woman is an independent business-like young woman who already controls her own destiny and has no qualms about exploiting her physical beauty to manipulate and even ill-treat those who cross her path.
These are the threads that Towako Takamura, the up-and-coming young Japanese writer, weaves into a tale of unusual brilliance and great originality, a tale that is realistic and uncompromising, marked by the dramatic detailed realism that the harsh situation requires. A disturbing work that combines drama, action and eroticism."
FROM THE BOOK:
In spite of how scared she was of them and the repugnance they inspired in her, Marianne had spent several hours catching cockroaches with her bare hands and putting them in a jar.
Her target was thirty-six: three dozen. And every one short meant an extra week imprisoned in the cellar as my sex-toy. This was the deal...
When I went down to the cellar the slave was still chasing them, inside her cage of course, naked and with her ankle and her neck chained.
'Give me the jar, slave...' I ordered her from the other side of the bars.
It was difficult to count them because they wouldn't keep still: I had told her to catch them alive...
Marianne looked me with fear and nervously rubbed her hands together.
I shook my head slowly.
'Tsk ... Tsk ... There's never three dozen here. That's obvious...'
'They ... escape ... through ... the ... bars ... Master...'
She continued to rub her hands together as if she was trying to forget the feel of the disgusting insects.
'Put these on' I said offering her a pair of my favourite shoes.
I love to watch her putting shoes on.
'Walk up and down a little for your Master ... You know, gracefully, sexily, like you learned on the beam. Do you remember?'
It was a show! She's a bloody cockteaser. I'll punish her for it.
'Come close to the bars.'
She moved closer, as red as a tomato. How can she be embarrassed to parade naked in front of her Owner?
She would pay for that too.
'Turn around' I ordered.
I cuffed her wrists behind her back and twisted her arms until I could link them to the collar. It's always amazed me that that can be done, but Marianne is very supple.
I pulled on the chain on her neck and moved her closer to the post in the middle of the cage. Once she was well secured, I opened the gate and went in with a chair.
First of all I bound her elbows one to the other. Her back and her shoulders cracked...
It's one of my favourite positions for a slave's arms; it outlines her most valuable assets in a way that is peerless. The SS call it the 'reverse prayer' position ... in which the young and naked female prisoner ends up with her forearms in a pious position of praying ... But up her back!
Marianne was afraid, very afraid.
'Open your legs...'
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