Page 18 of Pain
"You've been a very bad boy and girl, haven't you?" Dyson pulled the syringe from the man's neck before dumping him onto the floor with a loud thud.
The man stared up at him as the drugs took hold.
The woman in Xander's arms had gone limp, but he kept hold of her anyway. "You like hurting little boys?" He hissed against her ear. "Well, I like hurting those who hurt children. It looks like karma has come back to bite you." He grinned at her as he finally let her body drop to the floor.
Dyson set the file on the desk, right beside the female's computer. "You don't mind a bit of pain, do you?" He looked between the two on the floor before glancing at Xander. "Why don't you handle her, I'll take care of him."
"I was hoping you'd let me have the female tonight." Xander nudged the woman with the toe of his boot. "I'll make you feel things you never imagined possible." He grinned.
Tears rolled down the woman's cheek, and she struggled to breathe through the snot forming in her nose.
"Scared?" Dyson kneeled beside the man. "Maybe as scared as those three boys you have held downstairs?"
The man jerked, but that was all the movement he could make as the drugs took effect.
"Don't worry, it will only hurt for a minute." Xander narrowed his eyes at the woman. "Isn't that what you told the boys in that video you made?"
Her eyes twitched, but it was the only sign she understood what he was saying.
"Time to get naked." Dyson pulled a pair of scissors from his pocket, taking a moment to cut all the clothes off the man before tossing the scissors to Xander.
Purposely missing, Xander watched as the cold steel scissors fell hard against the woman's shoulder. It was nothing more than a heavy thud, but it was enough to add to the fear she was already experiencing.
As Xander took the scissors and started to cut away her clothing, he stared into her eyes. "What makes a monster like you? What is wrong in your head to make you like young children? Do you know how disgusting you are?"
The woman shivered as he pulled the clothes from her body. Once she was naked, he glanced over at Dyson. "Hey, you okay if I let her watch you work? I think she might enjoy it. After all, she likes seeing boys in pain." Xander lifted the woman up by her hair and leaned her against the desk so she had a full view of what Dyson was doing to her husband.
"I don't mind at all." Dyson started to pull tools out of his jacket.
A small whimper escaped the man.
"Don't worry, it only hurts for a second."
"Don't lie to the man. I used to hate it when my doctor would say that to me when giving me a shot. Those things hurt for hours." Dyson tied the string around the man's cock, then around his balls. "You sure you don't want to do this? You're better than I am," Dyson lied as he glanced at Xander.
"Oh, no, you need the practice. The chance of you messing it up again is unlikely." Xander loved being able to mess with the perp's head. "I'll get my turn in a minute." He brushed the back of his gloved fingers down the woman's cheek as her eyes went back and forth as if she didn't know if she should watch what was being done to her husband or keep her eyes on him.
"At least yours isn't as messy." Dyson made the cut, causing blood to spurt.
The woman's tears fell faster as her husband trembled on the floor, sweat dripping down his face.
"See how easy that was?" Xander smiled. "You didn't even need to saw through it this time."
The woman struggled to breathe.
"What? I thought you liked seeing males tortured, or is that only when they are too young to protect themselves?" Xander pushed her, causing her to crumple in a heap on the ground. "Let's get you tied up, shall we?" He kicked her legs apart, enjoying the fear in her eyes.
"Wait, I want to make sure he can see what happens to her." With the tube already in place, Dyson held up the blow torch so the man could see it, he then heated the knife and cauterized the wounds.
"I'm not sure he's with it enough to even care." Xander watched the man looking as if he was fading in and out of consciousness.
"Some guys just don't have the balls for…" Dyson frowned at the man. "Oops, guess that saying won't work for you anymore." He finished off cauterizing before setting his tools aside. He then grabbed the man by the arms and pulled him, so he was propped up against the other desk. "There, now you'll get a good view."
The woman stared up at Xander with her eyes filled with fear.
Xander glared at her. "You ignored the fear in your victim's eyes the same way I'm ignoring it in yours." He pulled his own tool out the front hoodie pocket.
"Oh, I didn't know they made those that size." Dyson shook his head.
