Veronika was a tease, she loved flirting with boys, specially the ones that looked shy and innocent. She did it playfully, but more than once she had ended up dating the guy she had been teasing. At that moment she had her eyes on the new accounting manager, he was young and looked even younger. Maybe it was the fact that he wasn't too tall, maybe it was his blue eyes or his baby face, or maybe the fact that he turned red every time someone mentioned sex. Truth be told, Veronika kind of liked him, he seemed to have never done anything wrong in his life, and he was rapidly nicknamed "the Saint".
It was soon clear that the Saint was also interested in Veronika, being hardly able to hold her gaze. She waited for some time for him to take the first step, but when it was clear he was struggling to do so, she did.
-Hey, dinner on Friday?- she asked casually one day.
He seemed to be about to choke, but managed to reply.
-Sure.
-Good, I'll send you a memo.
On Friday, Veronika arrived late to the restaurant only to find him anxiously nipping some breadsticks. He polished nice, she had to admit. Veronika herself was wearing a show-stopping red dress. He turned the same color of her dress, once more, as he saw her, and she gave him a pleased smile. The dinner was uneventful, they basically talked about his charity work and about the activities they did out of work. When it was time to go home, Veronika insisted on going to his place, so he could show her his record collection. He was reluctant, but ended up accepting.
He had a big flat, nothing too ostentatious, but nice. Veronika made herself comfortable on the sofa and asked him for a drink. He obliged without a question. With a glass of wine on one hand, Veronika decided it was time to go a bit further.
-You know why I came here?
He avoided the question, trying to sit as far from her as he dared. Veronika looked at him intensely.
-Let me ask you something. Are you a virgin?
He turned red, but shook his head. After taking a sip of his own glass, he explained.
-I,... it's just I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable, I'm not that kind of guy.
Veronika didn't say anything, she just crawled on the sofa and kissed him. He kissed her back passionately, taking control. He did know what he was doing, he clearly knew what he was doing. As she lay on the sofa, her clothes scattered all over, she realized he didn't look as shy. He had a sly smile on his face. She wanted to ask him something but found herself slipping into a dreamless sleep.
When she woke up she found herself in a dark room tied up by hands and feet. She tried to free herself, but moving sent waves of pain through her body. Her fingers hurt and as she tried to move them she could appreciate that at least half of them were broken. As her body woke up she could also feel dozens of cuts on her skin. What was going on? The light suddenly lit up. She was in a white windowless room. The bright white light hurt her eyes and they started to water.
-Good morning, Veronika.
-What's this? What do you think you're doing?
-Well, you wanted to play, didn't you? This is how I have fun.
Veronika couldn't see anything, and nothing had prepared her for the sharp pain she felt as he pulled out one of her toenails.
-I told you I enjoy taking things appart, TVs, computers,... women. Now, be a good girl and don't scream too much.
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