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Prescott’s eyes widen, shaking her head. I lift my hand from her nostrils and mouth and she takes a deep breath.
“No! It was awful,” she says, her eyes starting to well with tears.
She didn’t cry when we were whaling on her body with bats, I doubt these are real.
Stepping away, I give the floor to Greg. Prescott Jones is gonna be a tough bitch to break.
* * *
Three hours.That’s how long Greg, Orion, and I worked out our frustrations on Prescott. She didn’t have much to offer us as far as information, but when she said that my father was going back to the place where the money started, I blinked in surprise.
The money started before we moved to Farrelsville, Kentucky. Dad was a well-known investment banker in Oregon, and I always thought it was weird that he became the mayor within six months of living in Kentucky.
They all just seemed to love him. I’m starting to see it for what it is: sketchy as fuck.
Neither asked me why I was startled, their attention on Prescott.
“Are you going to tell them about how smart Daddy is?” Prescott slurs, and I wrinkle my nose. Even now, she’s completely devoted to my father. The dick must have been really good.
“Yeah, so we can fuck him over too,” I tell her, my lips twisted in disgust. “He’s going to Oregon. Portland to be exact. Dad was an investment banker there before he moved when I was in middle school. Mom was from here, so I thought it was her idea. I’m starting to think it wasn’t.”
Greg sighs, his eyes trailing over Prescott. “Orion, how are you under pressure?” he asks and Orion chuckles.
“I perform very well. What are you thinking?” he asks.
“I want to see some more of your techniques up close and personal. We’ve taken her fingernails already,” Greg muses. We moved Prescott to a tall backed chair an hour ago. Greg asked for one, and no one batted an eye. “I want to see how long you can keep her alive, while making her scream. She has no moral compass, so neither should we. We’ve burned her fingerprints off, used a scalpel across her body, and I’m trying to decide if we should take her eyes now or later.”
Greg is trying to terrify Prescott, and it’s working. He’s only cataloging some of our bigger flexes, but Greg also got in on the bat action. Orion and I have also used the rope to lash her legs down so we could use a mini torch on her feet.
I like the idea of seeing what Orion can really do.
He cracks his neck with a grin. “I want to pop her eyeballs out like grapes, and then skin her alive. How does that sound?”
Greg rubs his hands together like a little boy getting presents. “In your next life, Prescott, I hope you’re a better person. Now? I’m really gonna enjoy watching this.”
There has to be something to be said about me that I don’t feel queasy as Orion cuts Prescott’s clothes off methodically before moving her from the chair to be tied up face down on the ground. I’m watching everything, recording every moment in my mind, in case Len wants to ask me.
That woman will have her every dream come true. Especially the bloody ones.
Lennon
Greg dropped me off, not even bothering to get out of the car before he backed out of the driveway. He said he had some things to do with Orion and Derek, and I have a feeling it has something to do with Prescott.
I feel bad for the girl, but at the same time, I don’t. If you play with fire, you’ll get burned, and I have people in my corner willing to get their hands dirty for me.
That’s not to say I’m not down for some torture. I wouldn’t mind torturing Nurse Ratched. She’s being held somewhere. I want to ask Greg if I can play with her before we leave.
Filing that under things to do later, I hunt down Roark and Turner.
“Honey, I’m home!” I yell before running and leaping at them.
Roark catches me, preventing me from kneeing either one of them in delicate areas. Can’t have that!
“Hello, little Valkyrie, how are you?” he asks, burying his face in my hair.
“I was actually thinking about how I want to see Elaine, the nurse who hurt me before we leave,” I tell him honestly.
Turner grunts, pulling out his phone to text Greg.
