I was thinking about how much fun it would be to tease you with a taser. You'd be blindfolded, hands bound behind your back in an intricate rope harness that's tethered to the ceiling, with just enough slack that you can reach the ground by standing on your toes. The ropes will be tight enough that you feel it constrict you in each rise and fall of your chest, and you can't move your arms at all. Your wings would be tied too, spread open as far as they go with red twine between the feathers. Normally I'd give you something to bite down on beforehand, but I think you'd look so good if you bit your tongue and drooled blood all over yourself, and if you scream I want to hear it unfettered. I'd trail the cold metal points against your skin, let you wonder when I'm going to press the button. I'd bring it up to your collarbone, press it in firmly into the hollow just underneath it, and hold the button for a long time. I want to watch your writhe in the ropes, hiss in pain and let it drag on for you. When I finally let up I want to see you fighting to catch your breath, limp and letting the ropes take all your weight. Maybe next I'd press it into the underside of your wing, near the base. If your feathers get in my way enough I'll rip them out so that I can easily get to the skin underneath. I wonder, when the current runs into your wing, if it will break from trying to move and flap against the twine. Seeing your broken wing shuddering as I move on to the other would be adorable. I think next I'd try your neck, I want to see what face you make as I let it go for a long while and smell your skin burn. You'd have a short rest as I retrieve a knife. I'll make an incision on your ribs, deep and wide enough that I can push the end of the taser inside. I wonder what that would feel like for you, and if I'd have to bring you back to consciousness before I do the other side. With the taser dripping your blood, I'll run it over your inner thigh, up to the dip where it meets your pelvis. I'll wrap my arm around your waist and lean in close to bite your neck, and when your legs give out I'll hold you up and keep going. I want to feel your thighs spasming and hear every noise you make. First one side, then the other. Maybe after that, whenever you next pass out, I'll leave you suspended in your rope harness and let you sleep, covered in cooling blood and aching burns.