Tiit For Tat - S02 E22

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Tiit For Tat - S02 E22

Read Story: SEASON 2 EPISODE 22

The Tat’s Flying Bullets.

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And one day she discovered that she was fierce, and strong, and full of fire, and that not even she could hold herself back because her passion burned brighter than her fears.” – Mark Anthony

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Reader’s Discretion is Advised. Some of the scenes in these episode are quite graphic.

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<Third Person Narration >

Cassandra knew Zolabin was not Joking. He had tortured her a few days ago by burning her fingers in fire. She screamed in excruciating pain.

Torture had always been Zolabin’s greatest weapon. He knew the deprivation of stimuli induces regression by depriving Cassandra’s mind of contact of the outer world and thus forcing it in upon itself.

“Self-induced” pain is of course not actually self-induced, but the Zolabin’s contrive to make Cassandra felt she was causing her own pain, thereby greatly enhancing the unbearability of the stress. Zolabin wanted to use the calculated provision of stimuli during interrogation to make the regressed Cassandra view him as a father-figure but Cassandra was much more tougher than he had expected.

Cassandra remembered being told to stand up against a wall in the prison in a specific position and not move, lest something else very distressing be done to her.

After a relatively short period, that rigid stance became quite painful. Zolabin didn’t care if she feel the pain. To him, the pain was her own fault because she was obeying the order not to move.

Cassandra’s tendencies toward compliance was far from reality.

After a few minutes, she moved and Zolabin hit her , making her feel that that distress was her own fault because she disobeyed the order not to move.

It was obvious she couldn’t win but felt she was responsible for which

ever bad outcome she suffered although of course Zolabin was responsible for having created the inescapable Catch-22 situation.*

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Cassandra gazed at the clock set before her. Each second of its tick drew her closer and closer to

another chain of torture and humiliation.The countdown began. 1 hour 25 minutes, I hour to 10 minutes ..1 hour.Then 50 minutes.

She knew she would certainly be killed.

The countdown was faster than she had anticipated. Within a twinkle of an eye, she was left with just 30 minutes.

The door was flugged open suddenly and the guards came in.

Cassandra was taken out of her cell and tied to a long pole.

Zolabin ordered the new leader of the Black Cobra Razak to torture her.

“CALL YOUR BOYFRIEND NOW OR YOU DIE!!!!” Zolabin screamed at her.

With a new surge of power and self conviction, Cassandra firmly said , “NOOOooooooo!!!!”

Quickly a heavy slap landed on her beautiful face. The pain seeped in.

She was beaten and pierced with a sharp hot object..

It was terrible but she absorbed the pain in silence to make it look like she was a stoic. She was helpless. She knew attempting to do something smart will speed up her death.The Time kept ticking. 7 minutes,…6 minutes…5 minutes…..

Two men came with a camcorder to record the scene when Zolabin invade Cassandra’s “pit” just to embarass her. Zolabin began making a statement, “Ladies and Gentlemen, my name is Zolabin. I’m about to make an X-rated video for your viewing pleasure. Just watch.

A table was brought and Cassandra was untied from the pole.

She glanced at the countdown timer….1 minute 5 seconds more. Tic…..Toc….Tic…toc. one minute more……30 seconds more………10 seconds. ..more.5…4…3..2..1…….._TIME UP.

Zolabin stripped the clothes off her except her panty. She was placed on the bare table with two men pinning her hands above her head and another two men holding her legs strongly.

She screamed loudly as if her saviour would emerge after letting our that blood curdling screams. Zolabin was going to rape her and broadcast it to the whole wide world to see!! At that moment, she wished she died, to escape from that denigration.

He quickly removed his shirt and unzipped his trousers and boxers as the men were ready to film the rape scene.

Zolabin told the camera man, “Film it explicitly. No blur area. I need a clean video so that we can upload a High Definition nude video of her onto the Internet.”

He laughed wickedly. Cassandra

closed my eyes. Hot tears poured down her cheek as if she was a kindergaten kid. She couldn’t see that embarrassing scene.

The panty she was wearing was a transparent one. At first, Zolabin wanted to yank the whole pant off but changed his minded and jutted it to one side. The camera men kept filming the explicitly obscene incident.The atmosphere was tense and frightening.

Noooooooooo!!!!!, uuuuuimm, adjeeeeiii, ahhh, Cassandra shouted as Zolabin’s Monstrous “rod” slided aggressively through Cassandra’s tiny valley of Joy into the depth of her abyssaic hole. It hurt as he burnt into her with aggression. He moaned and began Jerking hard as the camera men laughed and film the obscenity.

Even The first chamber delighted him.

Cassandra turned and saw the knife Zolabin was going to use to stab her through the very pit he was jerking in up and down. For a moment, it looked as if the pool of pleasure had engulfed him and he seemed oblivious of his gang. Then he pulled out for a few seconds before trying to resumed his game of ecstasy. Cassandra closed her thighs and his entry was locked midway. He was just an inch into her female chamber but Cassandra had made up her mind to die rather than allow the devil into her private chamber again.

Instantly, her thigh was forced open by the gangs. When their boss was forcing his way into Cassandra , the other lustful men holding her took the liberty to su^ck her nip^ples.

In that moment of Euphoria,* Cassandra realised they were loosening their grip on her.

Quickly she forced her arms out of their grip, picked the knife and attempted to stab Zolabin on the right chest but he reacted quickly and dodged to the left. Nevertheless, the tip of the knife scratched his chest. Blood Oozed. He screamed. Cassandra pushed the men off herself, kicking them like angry mules. Then she broke into a run. There were gunshots.

She rolled quickly on the ground behind a bush to avoid the sea of bullets being pelted in her direction.

Three of Zolabin’s gunmen pointed their guns at her when she was about to get up. It was at a point blank range. She knew it was the beginning of the end. She was surely going to die. She felt she was at the firing squad after been pronounced guilty of non-existent compliance. Razak looked at her with fires of anger burning in his eyes. Then he smiled, “Hahaha! Prepare to die.” You should have given us the pleasures your body could offer before we waste it in death. Razak pointed his gun at her head.

Cassandra thought she heard her name faintly being called faintly. Probably, she was hallucinating.

She closed her eyes and heard a gun shoot.Then that gunshot was followed by sporadic shooting.

None hit me. She opened her eyes only to see Razak wounded and lying on the ground in pain. Three of Zolabin’s gunmen were dead.

Then the realisation dawned on her. The loud, sharp increase in rotor noise, became paramount at the blade passing frequency, usually characteristic of helicopters during its manoeuvres. The Whirring sounds dominated the entire island..Air flows around the blade to even out the pressure difference and creates a concentrated vortex of sound..swish..swash..swish…

whop whop whop…

Cassandra let out a cry of joy.

MIKE HAS ARRIVED.!

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What happened next? Episode 23.

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Glossary

*Euphoria

An excited state of joy. A feeling of intense happiness.

*Catch-22 situation.

Catch-22 is a paradoxical situation

from which an individual cannot escape because of contradictory rules or limitations.