The mill owner
Posted on 23 July, 2013
Oh, such a hot dream…
The Victorian mill owner was showing his premises to some distinguished visitors. As they talked, they heard a commotion down below on the factor floor. They looked down: two girls were brawling. A supervisor moved in quickly to break up the fight; the owner beckoned one of his staff across. “Have them wait outside my office. And make sure there’s a plentiful supply of fresh and sturdy birches.”
He turned back to his guests: “My apologies. I’ve never seen anything like that before. They’ll be dealt with, of course.”
Cut to later: a boardroom. Two girls tied naked, facing one another, at opposite ends of a large polished table. The mill owner taking turns – flogging one, moving on to the other, returning to the first. Harsh. Merciless. Defiance giving way to sobs; sobs to screams; screams to muffled, beaten whimpers.