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Spectator
Chapter VIII: Edward (conclusion)
He paused, then continued. “There’s another water torture we do, but I doubt you’ll ever be subjected to that one, either. It’s another old one, sometimes called the ‘water cure.’ You take the girl, and force a funnel into her mouth and pour water into it. Continuously. The girl has no choice but to swallow; and if she resists, that’s easy enough to overcome. Eventually, the poor girl is filled with water, distending her belly. They say it hurts like a son-of-a-bitch.” He paused again, watching Bijou shudder. “But no one is likely to do that to a slab like you.”“A what?” asked Bijou.
“A ‘slab.’ S-L-A-B,” he said, spelling out the letters. “I hate to tell you this, Bijou, but you’re a type. Certain guys like certain types of girls, and you’re a certain type of girl. You’re what we call a ‘SLAB’: Skinny Little Asian Bitch.”
Edward continued. “It so happens I like to fuck Skinny Little Asian Bitches, but not necessarily torture them. So you’re pretty much safe with me. With other guys, not so much. But the thing is, you are the epitome of the perfect SLAB. If someone wants a petite Asian girl, whether for sex or for torture, you’re pretty much the best of the lot. Short, petite, slender, small tits, nice legs, great ass. There’s a reason David picked you. Oh, and by the way, the imprimatur of being one of David’s picks is part of that, too. He’s got great taste and is well thought of. That’s why you’ve been so much in demand.”
His comments took Bijou aback, but she wasn’t really too surprised. She knew she was attractive to men who found Asians attractive, but she’d not heard the term before. And Edward’s comments about David echoed what Henry had told her. But she still didn’t understand how that tied into the “water cure.”
“Okay, but what does that have to do with the water cure? What’s so special about me that I’ve been spared that one?”
“Look, Bijou,” Edward answered, “One of the things about this particular torture is that the girl’s belly gets distended from the interior pressure. Now, some guys think that’s a turn-on, others think it’s a turn-off. Me, I don’t really like it, but, hey, I’m pretty fucked up myself, so I don’t judge. Anyway, here’s the thing.” He paused. “The kind of guy who finds that attractive is not going to reach for a skinny girl like you to start with. He’s going to go for a more substantial girl. Do you know Alice? The girl who plays violin?”
Bijou nodded. Alice Chambliss was a pretty brunette, but no one would ever characterize her as skinny. She was by no means fat, but she had some meat on her bones. At the time of her acquisition, Alice had been an accomplished student violinist who had been enrolled in some type of masters program at some conservatory in the eastern part of the country. Bijou didn’t know the details, but had heard about it from some of the other girls. Apparently, Alice’s attractiveness had been only part of the motivation in taking her: some of the members got a heightened enjoyment out of torturing someone so talented. One had gone so far as to crush Alice’s fingers with pliers; with Alice’s devotion to violin, such a torture was worse than for most women, to see destroyed the hands that she depended on to play her instrument. Of course, the girl’s hands were restored along with the rest of her after a session, but that didn’t lessen her anguish.
“Alice has gotten the water treatment,” said Edward, “more than once. She’s already got a little bit of chub, but she carries it well, and some guys like that. The kind of guy who likes that doesn’t mind adding a little bit of instant water-weight gain. You can ask her about it sometime.”
Bijou made a mental note never to broach the subject with Alice.