As I was standing, breathing with great effort through the tiny slits of the hood, and waiting for the morning of day 5 to finally arrive, two Zara Larsson songs were playing loud in my head over and over and over again:

"No, you can't tame the girl

Cause she runs her own world

So if she wants to party all night

No, you can't tame her, no

And you can't tie her down

When the night comes around

Said she gonna party all night

And you can't change her

Can't blame her, can't tame her."

and

"Baby, come bring me hell

Let it rain over me

Baby, come back to me

I want you to ruin my life

You to ruin my life, you to ruin my life, yeah

I want you to fuck up my nights, yeah

Fuck up my nights, yeah, all of my nights, yeah

I want you to bring it all on."

I was exhausted beyond belief, hurting everywhere, starving, cold, in withdrawal, desperate, lonely. My senses were playing tricks on me. And my brain was playing these two songs on repeat. I don't know how it had selected them, but my guess was that the DJ in my head was a lunatic.

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Day 5 started with physical exercise. But before that, JD gave me a quite tough speech about how any failure to perform an exercise was going to be met with a serious punishment. I must have looked not quite fresh. He wanted to give me that extra bit of motivation. It definitely worked, my mind got quite a bit clearer and more focused.

After the exercises he didn't hug me, but he did spend some time caressing me and pinching me. Fortunately he didn't rub my pussy. It was so sensitive that I could feel with it the small movements of air in the room.

After the cold shower, there were the usual pussy treatments with antibiotic creams and whatnot. Then a good dose of predicament bondage. Then another cold shower and another set of pussy treatments. Then more types of predicament bondage. Then another cold shower and another set of pussy treatments. I knew that the pussy treatments were for my good but they hurt so much. At this point I was utterly confused about what was for my good and what wasn't.

After that he said:

"Well, I'm sure you've guessed it, it's time for your fifth punishment for bad things done in the past. This one is kinda personal for me. It's about all the times you were rude to me back when I was living with your mother, under the same roof as you. You were a real pain in my ass. I had never tolerated anybody being so rude to me, but I did it with you because your mother wouldn't let me educate you. I wanted to come up with something personal for this one. You know that I'm a retired army electrician. So I'll be a pain in your ass now, I'll zap your asshole for every single time you were rude to me. You cannot see that I'm holding a notebook. Yes, I was taking notes back then, of each time you were rude to me. I thought it could be useful one day. I'll tie you up in a strappado, legs open wide, so I can have a good look at your asshole. Then I'll read out an entry from my notebook. Then zap."

Just like when he announced my upcoming circumcision, I was ready to do anything to change the course of events. To somehow avoid what was going to happen. But there was no way.

So once again, it happened exactly as he wanted, and exactly as he had described. When I got the first zap, I realized that the word zap was probably not appropriate. This thing was fucking powerful, didn't feel safe at all. Hit me like a fucking swing with a sledgehammer. There were smells of ozone and of burnt. My asshole was getting not zapped, but electrocuted.

I don't remember the notes he was reading. I wish I did, but my brain was not working very well at this point. I just remember that I'd probably behaved much worse with many other people. That realization made me feel even worse. I remember we had a lot of back and forth like this:

"Do you think that you doing that was OK?"

"Mmm mmm mmm."

"Do you apologize?"

"Mmm mmm."

And so on, and so forth.

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Like all other things with JD, this one also lasted an eternity, but ended eventually. My asshole was added to the list of my body parts that required regular treatments with healing salves. Don't get me wrong though: I was very grateful that he was treating my bruises!

I knew that evening was approaching. With completely sincere great sadness I realized that I was not going to be able to choose to spend the night in the hood. I NEEDED to sleep. At that point I hadn't slept for two nights and two days. The last time I'd slept was when I'd fainted after the circumcision. And those last two nights and two days of no sleep were no ordinary nights and days.

But he said:

"I gotta tell you something... You know, I'm good at finding issues and fixing them. I'm ready to do whatever it takes to fix what's broken. I say things how I see them. I'm not so good at saying when something's good. You know, people always disappoint me. So when somebody surprises me in good way, it's hard to say it. When I was adjusting and modifying this hood, I was trying it on myself, since there was nobody else to try it on. And I couldn't stand it for more than a couple of minutes, even without strapping it tightly. Never did I think for a second you'd choose to keep it on for even one night. And you've been keeping it on EVERY night, for my sake. So yeah, wanted to say, that's something. But don't let it get to your head! All the other issues I've got with you, they are still there! And there's so much more work to turn you into something half-decent!"

And he left!!! He left, leaving me in the hood!!! He didn't ask me!!! He just assumed I wanted to keep it on again for the night!!! I didn't want to!!! I couldn't!!! I needed to sleep!!!

I was once again crying in the hood. Tears of fatigue and frustration, and of genuine fear of the night to come. But also his words... Wow. Maybe his words were actually the main reason for me crying? They gave me a glimpse into his soul. A soul callous from constant disappointment with the world and people. Just like mine.