Apartment 3: Deeds

Ryland stares vacantly at the phone and sees himself three nights ago, naked on the plastic sheet on Tisha's floor. The handset's numbers waver before his eyes:

9.
Tisha's whip: the first whiplash always hurts.

8.
Another! Stinging.

7.
Whipcrack! Burning.

6.
"Your punishment, Daniel," Tisha hisses; Crack!

5
She, grunting with effort. He, moaning: Yes God- punish me- absolve- me of- my weaknesses.

4.
Crack! Trembling.

3.
Ryland moansobs: ecstatic, blissful, tearlashed pain.

2.
Faster. Harder. Bite!

1.
Almost... there, whipcrack, whole body vibrating in stingling nirvana "I'm bad!" he shouts, coming.

0.

"Daniel!"
Tisha destroys his reverie. "Telephone?"