I’m a logger, I have dealt with your teasing long enough, I’ll hunt you, watch you, abduct you and take you deep into the woods. Somewhere your screams will never be heard. Somewhere you can never escape from. You will awaken struggling against the ropes that bind you to the log. Your body bent over it as the smell of freshly cut wood fills your nose. Around you the scene is like that of a wasteland, empty equipment, stumps, limbs and vast acres of nothing. Your body cold in the morning air before your mind is brought back to reality. An axe head slamming into the wood mere inches from you as I laugh. “Go ahead and scream, won’t nobody hear you.” Your hands clawing at the log as your feet kick and try to move your body to escape. Your lungs forcing out a scream to try and get help even though in your mind you know it’s pointless. Your tears streaming down your cheeks your mind going a thousand miles a second until your body is enveloped in a searing pain. A hard axe handle smacking across your exposed ass, spanking you as I do it again and again. The bright red welts marking my property.