The goon let go of the chain and I dropped faster than a whore’s drawers. I took a deep breath in and held it right before I hit the water. I sunk into the cold, murky blackness. All I could think about as I descended was rereading Leopold von Sacher-Masoch’s book Venus In Furs. Apparently I was a masochist. Only I’m not Severin being whipped by a satin-gown clad Wanda. I’m the idiot that gets off on being kidnapped and damn near drowned.
I thought it was time I started considering a nice, safe profession: like bomb defusing…
Christopher about 5 years ago
Apologies to those who haven't read Venus In Furs. It was a book about sexual domination, and the term masochist actually was derived from the last name of the author of that book, just as the word sadist was derived from the Marquis de Sade.