Page 57 of Brutal Queen

That tracks.

She signals me to help her move the table closer to the electro shock generator and I start to see what she has in mind when she instructs them to lay him on his stomach, legs dangling, before pulling his underwear down around his ankles. Considering it looks like he waxes every square inch of his chest, the last thing I expect to see mooning back at me is an ass covered in the thickest hair I’ve ever seen.What is he—part bear?

Pulling the chains free of the iron rings, Nico uses them to bind him to the tabletop before freeing one ankle from his clothes and spreading his legs wide, chaining them to the table legs. Nico then steers Aurora to a bag on the floor by the generator.

“Here’s all the attachments. Simply connect them to the cables and you can control the intensity of charge using these two dials.” He kisses the top of her head before adding, “I’m going to wake up Mr Walker. Wouldn’t want him to miss the show.”

“No, we wouldn’t,” she says with a viscous smile that lights up her face and lifts the clouds shrouding her eyes.

I should feel disconcerted by the malevolent energy reverberating between Aurora and Nico right now. But these two men deserve everything they have coming to them. Although, as Aurora bends down and pulls out a large metal rod, I begin to think that maybe it’s not something I’m going to want to watch up close.

“Need a hand?” I ask Nico as he heads across to the opposite unit. He chuckles and mutters something about my needing a stronger stomach, but he waves me over and I follow eagerly.

I haven’t even made it out of the door when the wailing starts, swiftly followed by the scent of burning flesh. It makes my nose twitch and leaves a horrid, cloying scent in the air.

As we pass Sinclair, I whip out my phone and send a message to Etta. If we’re going to keep using this place, then they need to improve the ventilation. I'm all the way to the back of the opposite cell and the scent of burning ass hair is still assaulting my nostrils. Hell, it feels like it’s imprinted on me at this point.

“Let’s get Charlie here, a front row seat,” Nico says, already hauling him down from the wall. “Rise and shine, Chucky. We have a special treat for you.”

Getting a chair, I pull it over and Nico makes short work of strapping him to it. We drag it across to the first unit where Nico opens a water bottle and pours it over his head. Sleeping Beauty wakes with a start, spluttering and coughing, inhaling the water flowing over his face. It takes him a few seconds to stop hacking once Nico’s emptied the bottle, but as he comes to his senses, his eyelids flare so wide I can see an abnormal amount of the whites of his eyes.

“We told you everything. Please don’t do this. We didn’t knowwho he was. We didn’t know what they were doing with the girls,”he screeches, spewing a torrent of lies and excuses.

Aurora comes to stand in front of him, gently swaying the large metal rod from side to side.

“Uh-uh-uh, Mr Walker. There are many things I don’t tolerate, and lying is just the first on the list,” Aurora chastises in an unsettlingly even tone. “I don’t expect you to fully comprehend how much of a monster you’ve aligned yourself with, but you can’t possibly think I’ll believe that you didn’t know what would happen to those girls when you delivered them?”

Charles’s eyes dart between each one of us and I can’t figure out if he’s silently pleading with us to step in and help him or simply trying to figure out how fucked he is. When he’s met with four stony faces, he drops his chin to his chest and a pathetic whimper erupts from his lips. He quickly devolves into a mess of snot and snivelling. Aurora rolls her eyes, and I can’t help but chuckle at her disdain.

“We knew what would happen to them.” His voice is meek and if I thought this man had an ounce of humanity, I’d almost believe it held a hint of regret in its tone.

Aurora crouches in front of him, dropping one knee to the floor and resting her elbow on the other. “What about the girls you took tohim?Tell me, Mr Walker—do you know what he does to them?”

He shakes his head slowly and shuts his eyes tightly, but that doesn’t deter her.

“Which do you think is worse? Being trafficked into a life of sexual servitude or being gifted to a serial killer? You tell me.”

His head shoots up. “I didn’t know he was killing them,” he shrieks, his words laced with panic.

Nico lunges forward, launching a swift hook across his jaw. “You can’t be this fucking stupid. Don’t you dare lie to us,” heroars. “They all fucking die.Whether it’s quick and painful at the hands of a fucking monster, or whether they’re disposed of by a pimp when their body gives out.”

Benny steps in front of Nico, pushing him back towards the wall and then holding his palms up. “You’ve had your fun with them. Let him find out what Don Bianchi has in store for him,” he says with a soothing tone and sly smirk.

Standing tall, head back and huffing like a bull about to charge, Nico forces his eyes from Charles to Benny. The second their eyes lock, I can see Nico’s tension subside. There’s movement behind me as Sinclair leaves his laptop and joins us.

“And I called dibs on this one,” Sinclair announces before laying his hand on Charles’s shoulder and squeezing so hard his knuckles whiten.

“Oh, this will be fun, Sinclair. Do you want to go tandem or take it in turns?”

“Ladies first,colibrì.I do love to watch you work. There’s always such artistry to your savagery. Why don’t you show Charlie here what might be in store for him?”

That’s all the encouragement Aurora needs to begin. It’s brutal and barbarous and no less than either one of them deserve. She starts by making sure Jack knows how it feels to be violated. Taking the metal rod in her hand and ramming it into his asshole in one swift and ruthless motion. She doesn’t stop, thrusting over and over again, ignoring every plea, every bargain, every apology that spews from his mouth.

Just when I think I can’t take a moment more of his caterwauling she forces the metal bar as far as she’s able and lets go, leaving it inside him before she walks to the other end of the table and leans over on her elbows.

Bound to the table, Jack cranes his head up, desperately trying to meet her eyes, begging for mercy.

“Did you give any of the women you drugged and rapedmercy? Or did you carry on? Passing them around until you’d all had your fill?” she asks, her tone dripping with malice and hatred. “Did you stop when they begged?”

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