Henri sat on the couch, his eyes slowly shutting after his long day of work.  Beside him lay his and his wife's cell phones.  She didn't need hers around the house, there was no one that she needed to call that she couldn’t speak with right in front of him.  Why did she need to talk with anyone outside of his hearing unless it was for perhaps buying a birthday present?  She knew that he hated surprises, at least in the form of parties. She'd learned<em>that</em>early on into their marriage.  He'd beaten her until she got the point.  No one embarrassed him. No one.<br/><br/>Both of the cell phones went off, a text coming in. Same text on both phones and he looked quickly.  He bid and then put the phone down, still feeling quite lazy.  He scratched an itch on his thigh through his khaki trousers and listened to the sounds of dishes being washed in the kitchen.  She really was a good wife. Usually.<br/><br/>Dragging a hand through his brown hair, his muscles bunching as his arm lifted and his fingers gliding through his silky, short tresses easily, he looked back at the television and then back at the phone when it went off again.  Hers did not, as she had not bid the first time.<br/><br/>Five hundred thousand? For that? He looked it over carefully and then read the rest of the message.  His eyes widened and his cock twitched in his snug trousers.  Hell yes.  He bid again.  Over the course of the next ten minutes, the bid rose higher and higher as he waited in anticipation.  He bid again, each time that his text was returned.  The number crept up to over two million US dollars. Two point three… He bid and finally won at three million.  By the time that he had won, his anticipation and adrenaline were so high that he couldn't wait.  His wife got ravished, luckily for her, that time she wanted it, though her screams really were so delightful that he could almost cum just from hearing them.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Heavy, steel toed boots stomped along the corridor as he made his way to room number two, the suite that he rented at the facility.  The old torture chambers had been remodeled, everything was clean but still looked dark and depraved.  Bondage furniture stood over every available space in one room and one wall of the main room held an array of sex toys that were either intended to cause great pleasure or pain.<br/><br/>The figure, as usual, tied to the metal chair with a bag over her head, wasn't much different than any other time that he'd been a patron though the intent…the entire atmosphere was more charged.  He got a thrill out of killing, it was a sexual fetish that got him harder than steel.  His heart pounded and his tongue darted out over his lips as he looked at the figure, the burlap over her face moving with the speed of her breathing.  He would bet that she was scared.<br/><br/>He made little noise as he walked around the chair, looking the newer device over and seeing that there was a hole in the bottom.  He chuckled despite his trying to be quiet. He couldn't help it and that was unusual for him. Vasek had thought of<em>everything</em>.<br/>