Choosing a Different Book - Neku Nagy

All was dark. The blindfold made no possible any glimpse of light go through. His hands tied up, his feet tied down, and his belly resting over a support linked where we was tied. A flashing sound emerged from his body and he could not avoid to shout. Something just hit his right buttock.
Remembered that he had spoken with a beaufitul woman that was looking at him all the time at the library. She revised with indulgence the books on the terror section.She was nothing really special, but she was very elegant with beautiful charming eyes. In his head, he could imagine her, ironing and folding sheets and old clothing. He had planned not to lower his eyes when she would notice his gaze on her. He holded the book firmly and stared at her steadily.
Other sound and other ache, but this time a voice aproached his right ear: Woman: The weaker sex? You should choose a different book!