From his lazy-boy, Jack intently watched the camera’s monitor and sipped scotch on the rocks as he chain-smoked one cigarette after another. His lady had started to come to and was struggling to reach the surface. Watching her every motion stirred the beast lurking inside and he grew hard with anticipation of hearing her cries and seeing the fear reflect in her eyes. As he watched the monitor, her head tossed gently back-and-forth on the pillow as if in refusal to come to while delightful deep wincing sounds rose up and out of her chest. Her long-lithe limbs twitched in protest against the metal shackles that were fastened to chains and secured to D-rings mounted beneath the bed to the floating cement floor. His proper planning this time would payoff in a big way. A few trips to the hardware store and a couple of weekends spent on DIY home improvements would make things much more convenient, comfortable, and interesting.