When I opened my eyes and blinked, I couldn't believe I was still alive. Severed heads aren't supposed to blink, are they? Maybe I was dead, but it didn't feel incredibly hot in here so I knew I wasn't in hell. Ha! Who believes in hell anyway? Then I heard Harry laughing. 

The sound of his mocking jeer made me twist my head around. My wrists were still tied behind my back and I winced when somebody, probably Sam, tugged on the length of rope to keep me still. Harry was standing, topless and looking gorgeous in spite of his evil laugh, beside a door leading into another room. He had the whip back in his hand and the broadsword had been hung back on the wall. It didn't look bloody. 

"You didn't think I'd use a real sword, did you? That one is plastic and it didn't even nick your skin. Anyway, your near-death by decapitation accounts for just one of the girls you killed. You murdered two more, so you're gonna have to die twice more, the second time for good." 

Harry laughed again. "Let's take her inside the sex room," he said to Sam. 

Pulling my bound hands by the length of rope, Sam made me get up and dragged me behind Harry through the open door. He also grabbed the candelabrum as he passed the table. 

Inside the room, my bowels started to freeze. In the flickering candle flame I saw an extra-large bed (at least a queen), a dark wooden table and a wooden trunk next to it, and from the ceiling hung a collection of chains, clips, metal bars and black leather straps. It looked like a medieval torture chamber. 

Leaning toward me, Harry rasped: "Take a good look, Yuja. This room will be your home for the next two days - the last two days of your life. For the next forty-eight hours Sam and I are going to play with you - together, not one at a time. We're both sex addicts and we're pumped up with viagra and steroids, so don't expect to get any sleep. When we've had enough fun, we'll strangle you and throw your body in the incinerator. That's what you get for being a cold-blooded killer." 

I stuck my tongue out at him, cos I didn't want him to know how scared I was. 

The corner of Harry's mouth twitched, and he looked as though he wanted to hit me, hard. 

"I'm your biggest nightmare, Yuja. I'm the boy from the past who's come to avenge all the innocent people you murdered. I'm your personal avenger and by the time Sam and I have finished with you, you'll be praying for death." 

"You're batsh*t crazy!" I yelled. 

He went over to the table that had manacles attached to it and opened a drawer. He pulled out two mean-looking, thick vibrators, each thirty centimeters long (that's 12" to you oldtime peeps). 

"These are for when Sam and I need a few hours rest, between our sex games," he said. With his free hand he held up one of the vibrators and switched it on. He grinned as it buzzed loudly. 

"This guy and his mate will take over from us while we're resting, so you'll always be enjoying some fun." 

The very thought of what he was implying made my guts turn to water. I couldn't believe they were going to do this to me. 

"Okay, Sam, untie her wrists and then take her sweater off. I want to see what her bangers look like before I give her some lashes with this." He brandished the whip with the nasty-looking leather thongs. 

Sam starting untying the rope around my wrists and I wriggled my numb hands and fingers. Then he stripped my sweater off, exposing my boobs, and Harry snickered. 

"Huh! Smaller than I thought they'd be. Maybe by the time we're through with her they'll be more...swollen." 

I looked into Harry's face. The features I thought were yummy now just looked cruel and I hated him more than I could say. His eyes narrowed as he looked me over. 

"Come and take a look at her knockers, Sam. Tell me what you think. Should we use nipple clamps?" 

Sam dropped the sweater and lumbered over to Harry. I stared at their cruel faces, the ajnas on their foreheads twinkling in the candle light. Their ajnas! Like me and nearly everybody else, they wore an AI device that looked like a jewel embedded in their foreheads that connected them to the global net. My own ajna, as essential to me as your smart phones are to you 2013 peeps, was always on and I could use it to call my Mum, just by saying "Mum" out loud. I could use it to call the police by saying "Emergency Services: Police." Of course by the time they got here, Harry and Sam would've killed me, so calling them on my aj was a waste of time. However, I had another little trick up my sleeve (actually on my ajna). 

A few weeks earlier, I and some of the girls from school attended a class called Teen Rape Awareness, given by a female cop. The school was worried that young girls were putting themselves in danger of being raped at parties and late night trips into town. During the class, we all got an app for our ajnas called Sonic Boom. It was a self-defense device that sent an incredible blast of sound waves into the face of an attacker, and I knew it was going to save my life. 

I gave myself a mental face palm  for not realizing earlier that I had the means to knock these two c*nts across the room and give them what they so richly deserved. I must've forgotten that I was living in 2084 and not in the Dark Ages! 

So while Sam and Harry were ogling my titties and making smutty remarks, I looked them both squarely in the face and yelled "SONIC BOOM!" 

Immediately my head began to explode. A massive blast, like a thousand police sirens, vibrated from my forehead and into their faces. They were both flung back and hurled against the heavy wooden table. Harry was knocked cold and Sam, the bigger of the two, lay curled in a ball whimpering. 

"You freaking whore..." he bleated, his voice almost a whisper. 

"Shut it, or I'll make it go VERY LOUD again," I said. He shook his head at my threat and looked at me pleadingly. Then he tried to get up and fell backwards. 

Meanwhile I put my sweater back on. My ears were throbbing like I'd been to an all-night rave, but I didn't care. I knew what I was going to do with these two. Yuja was back on form. 

I ordered Sam to unzip Harry's trousers and pull them down, along with the undies. I wanted to give him a taste of his own medicine by giving him a good whipping on the bum. 

Still shaking from the blast, Sam tugged Harry's pants down and, at my command, laid Harry across the table face down. I took a peek at his dangler before I began the flogging, and Wow! I wouldn't say Harry was hung like a donkey, I'd say donkeys were hung like Harry. 

Actually, after a few blows with the whip, which made his butt cheeks striped with red, I lost the urge to flog him and told Sam to pull back the bedcovers and lay him on the bed. Then I told Sam to climb in bed next to him. 

I spent a while rummaging around the table drawer and the trunk before I found what I was looking for. Some bottles of massage oil that smelled as if they had alcohol in them. I put the bedcovers back over Harry and Sam, tucked them in and emptied the contents of the bottles over the bed. Then I reached for the candelabrum. 

"Nighty-night, boys," I said and tossed the candleholder onto the bed. 

There was a gigantic whump! and flames billowed upward. The blaze, growing larger and deadlier, completely covered the bed and its two occupants, and Sam's piercing scream was the last thing I heard before I left the room, smoke pouring out the door. I left the door open cuz oxygen helps fires to grow. 

Burn Baby Burn! 

To cut a long story short and because I'm almost out of texting space, peeps, I took a taxi home and crept upstairs to my nice comfy bed. My ears were still ringing so I told my aj "Protect eardrums!" and was rewarded with the bliss of silence. 

Before I went to sleep I thought about Harry and Sam and how they must be looking now. The fire would have spread, so I imagined two piles of ash amid the smoke and cinders. Aww! What a shame. Still, I've maintained my reputation as a serious serial killer and I'm only sixteen. 

Okay, peeps, that's enough texting for one night. Bye. Till the next time. Teeheehee!

The next Yuja story is called Yuja and the Pervert. If you liked this story, vote and comment, and don't go to bed with candles burning in the bedroom!