The size of a carry-on suitcase, a little larger than a toolbox, the black plastic case opens to shelves displaying a number of things, most of which I can’t identify on sight. Some, however, are easy enough to recognize, even for me. I’m a virgin, not a complete prude. They’re sex toys. Dozens of them. Some are obvious—dick-shaped dildos and vibrators, butt plugs, canes, floggers. Others, I can’t for the life of me guess the purpose of.

“Don’t worry. They’re all brand new, so completely clean.”

I don’t tell him that I wasn’t, for one second, concerned about the cleanliness of the many tools. If I look panicked, it’s for many reasons, and that absolutely wasn’t one of them. While the fact that I’m not going to be touching dirty things is good to hear, it wasn’t one of my concerns, so it does nothing to settle the erratic beats of my heart.

“This is your box, Claire. It’ll be labelled and saved exclusively for your use.”

He’s talking like he expects me to use them again. Yeah, right. They might as well chuck that entire box into the trash in three hours and thirty-something minutes.

“Have you ever used one of these?”

I’m too busy staring at the three shelves, trying to guess what some of the things inside are going to do to me.

There seems to be an order of sorts. The lower shelf is full of things that seem obvious, the vibrators, the butt plugs, a line of plum-sized balls, ribbons, masks, that sort of things. The second and third shelves are more obscure. Yes, I recognize the flogger, cane, and paddles, but there are other things that seem a lot stranger. Clothes pegs. A microphone? It looks like one in any case. An electric tool, attached to a battery.

“No, that won’t do at all. If you start by ignoring my questions, you and I are going to have a problem. Here’s how it’s going to go, Claire. You answer, you get to feel very good. If you won’t…”

Keller takes the strange, long, and thin black tool—like a wizard’s wand—detaching it from its charger, and points it straight at my exposed clit.

I don’t even realize I’m screaming, my entire body leaping forward, as a jolt burns my clit, and travels through my entire body. But I’m attached to the arms and feet of the armchair, so I don’t go far. I can’t escape the point of the thing, which sends several zaps at my sensitive nub.

The insane fucker is actually electrocuting me.