A scream crawled up the basement staircase. I knew that sound, and like Pavlov’s fucking dogs, I began to salivate. It was the sound of pained desperation, and it went straight to my dick. My body responded on autopilot, working up an excited sweat before I even knew what was happening. The scars on my back tingled—a reminder of all the whippings that trained me to enjoy that sound.
