It worked.

Twenty pounds of ice.

Had to wedge the vacuum hose up her ass to fill her, but now her belly sloshes and rattles, wracked with cramps, chilling down just the way I like.

She's huge, ready to burst, but I've plugged her, laid her in the tub already full of ice, retaped her wrists behind her. She's shivering, sobbing, lips turning blue around the rubbery red of her gag.

I turn her, slide warm mittens onto her cold hands, kiss her eyelids. I'm not a monster.

"See you later," I beam, standing to leave. “Love you too.”