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Sasha laughs. “??, ??, ????? ????, ??????? ???????????? ???????? ???????? ????????? ???????? ??????????.”
“??, ??, ??? ? ????,” I reply and grin darkly when I stop in front of them. “Still don’t want to talk?”
Monica’s lips press in a thin line and Tiffany doesn’t talk either. “Good. I was hoping you’d take the hard route.”
I get to work marring Monica’s pale skin, starting light in a few places but then digging deeper in others. I cut with no rhyme or reason but stay away from her major arteries. She’s panting and sweating a lot when I decide to switch things up.
“How did you end up bound and gagged in that house?”
She glares at me and I quickly slide my finger through both hoop earrings on her right ear and pull till they rip out, leaving her earlobe in shreds. I drop one earring at a time into the box, letting each one bounce until it stops. Reaching around to the other side, I pause when my finger slides through the hoops. Her body tenses, but when she stays silent, I repeat the process.
When the last earring settles in the box, I grab a stool and some pliers off the nearby table. I place the stool behind the women and set the other pliers on it for Sasha when she’s ready, along with my knife.
Grabbing one of Monica’s hands, I start with her index finger, clamping down on her nail before bending it backward until I’m able to rip it off along with her original nail. I repeat the process until she’s weeping and finally talks.
“Fang promised that when you were out of the way, I’d be able to take your place.”
“And how did he promise you’d be able to take my place?”
“Surgery to make me look more like you and a new identity. Even though it makes me sick, I was eating more to fill out my figure to be more like yours.”
I walk around to look her in the eyes for this next part. “You do realize that just because you change the package, it doesn’t change the contents. My men would have seen through your bullshit attempt and still see your hateful, poisonous soul. From what I’ve seen and heard, all you do is care about yourself and what rank you could slither into so you’d get more power. They would have tossed you aside, just like they did before.”
She glares at me but says nothing.
“What did Fang say he’d do to get me out of the way?”
She shakes her head, not answering, so I go back to work on the rest of her fingernails. When I’m done, I decide to strike at her vanity again. It won’t hurt physically, but probably mentally or emotionally. Her once blond, long locks look like she attempted to dye them red but ended up with almost a deep strawberry blond that looks so wrong on her.
Setting down my supplies, I dig out another small box from the cabinet and wheel over a small table. Opening the box, I pull out a mirror and set it up so she can see what I’m about to do. Next are a few pairs of scissors, packets of new hair ties, and some large plastic baggies. Too bad she dyed her hair cause if her blond was natural, I might have seen if we could donate the hair anonymously for wigs.
Running my hand along her scalp, I don’t feel any extensions, so I get to work sectioning off her hair and securing each section with a hair tie about two or three inches from her scalp. When all of her hair is sectioned off, I pick up the scissors and start hacking away, cutting off her hair haphazardly and tucking each bundle into the plastic bag, trying to minimize loose hairs that could escape and possibly be missed in the cleanup. She thrashes her body around, but all it does is make the hack job look even worse.
Once the sections are removed, I close the baggie and toss it in with the clothes to get burned later. Running my hand through her hair, I make sure to turn her head so she can see her new look. She shrieks as she tries to throw her body against mine.
Time for a little more pain. I go back to the table and get the devices I’d assembled earlier.
“My friends made these for me and damn, did they go all out on the design,” I say as I hold up the circular claw-like devices, making sure she sees the pointed tips. “See, they can be adjusted based on cup size and then secured around the body.” I pause as I lift the chains and then the remote. “Once in place, this little device will let me increase the pressure, add rotation, and even eject prongs to a desired depth that are similar to fishhooks that will imbed themselves under your skin. Now, since your boobs are obviously fake, I can’t go too deep at first otherwise getting whatever the hell chemicals are in those airbags in your system could send you into shock before we get our answers. So! How about I just get this in place and the fun can begin?”
I start adjusting the claw angles when an arm drapes over my shoulders.
“Half-pint, please say you have some toys I can play with?” He looks at me with puppy dog eyes, and I can’t help the laugh that escapes.
“How far are you with your questioning?” I set down the boob prongs, and he leads me over to the guys.
Fang and Travis’ bodies have cuts all over their bodies except their cocks. There’s a considerable pool of blood already forming under their bodies. Dragon’s currently working over Sean, but it looks like he’s being careful that he isn’t doing anything too deep since Sean already looks close to fainting.
“We’ve got a lot of names and locations out of them, but I don’t think we’ve hit pay dirt yet.”
“Hmmm,” I hum, and my eyes go up to the ceiling. “Too bad we didn’t have a track in the ceiling where we could rotate our guests so they could see our play methods on each other. We could even rig places where we could put ceiling panels in place to protect the tracks from the results of our playing.”
“Holy fuck,” someone mutters, but I don’t know who said it.
“Let me get the women set up so we can ask a few more questions. I want the men to see and or hear parts of this because they’ll be enjoying some of this soon, just a little differently.”
“Fuck, show me what you’re doing Half-pint.”
