Excerpt: Here Kitty Kitty

She was blind and mute, but she still had full control of all her other senses. She could hear, smell, feel everything, and she desperately wished she couldn't. Her heart hammered so hard she feared it would beat its way out of her chest, her breath came in short ragged gasps and tears leaked out the corners of her eyes, soaking the hair at her temples. None of her muscles would obey commands to move and no matter how hard she tried, she could create no sound. Her throat burned with her laboured breath and the effort of squeezing a sound out, but that wasn't the worst pain by far. Her stomach, and the cuts on it, was the centre of her world. The pain radiating from those cuts, and the terror of knowing there was more to come. She was vaguely aware that her ankles and wrists were bound to the hard surface upon which she lay, but that meant nothing as she couldn't move even if she had the energy to struggle against her bonds.
A sheen of sweat covered her from head to toe, and mingled with that, blood. She knew she was covered in it. She could smell it. That salty smell that was so distinctive she tasted it on her tongue. How long did she have? When would he return? She could hear him moving around the room, and every small sound was like an extra little torture. Was it closer, or further away? Was he picking up a scalpel? Some other device with which to torture her now?
He was definitely closer now and she tried to whimper, but of course whatever kept her mute stopped that. Inside her head she screamed, railed, faught and clawed, but her treacherous body remained perfectly still as he leaned over her and breathed in her ear.
"Ready to play, Kitten?"