torture and drowning
I sit across my parents in silence as they look at me like I’ve thrown a grenade in the air and asked one of them to catch it,
“you're doing what with who?” dad yelled.
“absolutely not! Were not allowing our only heir to use their fucking talents on unpaid useless” mom started a rant but dad put his hand up
“who is this person, do they deserve this? You cannot just go and torture people just cause you can.” Dad scolded
“first of all, rude. she's a friends tormented, Chase got her in custody and starving for 2 days, the plan is to just do the things she did to our friend.”
“what the fuck do you mean our?” dad yelled
“I meant my group’s dad, chill.”
“this chase guy is going to be there? Why?” he countered, ignoring me
“cause he’s going to kill her and I want to witness, she’s tortured a lot of homeless children, let me do this.”
“absolutely not!” mom shouted
“okay why are you being so high on this, I trust Chase what is the issue its not like were teaming up our gangs or some shit.” I rolled my eyes
“well, our gang is bigger and he could be using you, cause he an easily kill you and…” mom started but a voice interrupted us.
“well that won't happen.” The grey eyed demon we were talking about appers I our sitting room.
“why is he here.” Dad asked while the same time mom asked
“how is he here”
“well I am here to tell Val that the lady is at the verge of regaining streath so we need to start now” he said looking at me like my parents weren’t shooting daggers at him.
“and how I'm here is just me to know.” He winks
A breath later moms gun is pointed at his head. That’s when he acknowledges her presence.
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you” he said like he knew mom from before. Now that I think about it he was unfazed of their presence, like not even a glitch.
Mom surprisingly lowered her gun.
“what does that mean.” I asked
“all in due time love” dad said and I nodded. But I will manipulate information out of Chase later. He also gave me a look that said he will tell me later.
We were about to go out when dad stopped us.
“wait, where is she kept, I'm sending you tools there with 2 men.” Chase nodded and gave him the address.
We drove towards the shed where she was kept while Anderson stood outside.
He handed me a piece of paper which said:
\- Darkeness
\- Food only 3 or 4 packets of chips with a glass of water, we shat in a bucket in the corner
\- Chilly powder up our noses to see reactions
\- Begging to get money
\- slashes on our backs to brand the days we were a burden on her
I couldn’t finish reading without getting emotional about the situation. I needed my head clear. Mind over feelings. Focus.
“are you sure you want her dead? Are you sure you don’t want to take her life?” chase asked anderson and he nodded a yes.
Oh if this were me I would’ve just kept her as my play thing to blow some steam off.
I gave the paper back to Anderson and he looked at me inshock.
“I need you to do these things to her.” He said
“the things I will be doing to her is going to be a lot worse. These are the things already been done to her. I'm going to psychologically tear Aanya apart.”
Hearing her name he winced.
I took the tools handed by my team and turned to chase.
“for the next one hour you are not to make a noise and let her know of your presence. I need you to sit in the right corner. I read her M.O. she went after teenage boys and has a way of getting to them. Like even their tone of voice can give her ammo they didn’t need her to have.”
“just tell me when to kill her.”
“so my plan is to bleed her a bit, and when she thinks she’s doomed we set her free to leave. She will think it a trap and won't move, but hopefully her starved self and my torture techniques will override that thought. If she leaves we give her hope for 10 seconds and you can shoot her with a silenced gun on the chest she dies hopeless. If she doesn’t leave then you stab her and leave her bleeding.” I explain and he stared at me emotionless, both of us have been doing this a long time, this is a house favourite for me. Usually I get Davon or eric to kill them when they run but this time I got the best killer.
“a kife to the neck will hurt the most especially if I nick the artery only a little and not slash through it.” He replied in an icy tone. Is this what I sound like too?
“works”