Page 60 of Ma Belle Marguerite
I do a quick sternum rub to wake this pain in my ass back up. There's nothing like the feeling of someone's knuckles rubbingon that hard bone in the middle of your chest to wake you up after you pass out from too much pain.
I may have some issues, but now is not the time to care. Some people do yoga, I enjoy causing pain.
Right as he opens his eyes, I stick the hook in his thumb again right beside the last hole, but I push it all the way through this time with what probably looks like a manic smile on my face.
It is a good thing this room is soundproof. I wouldn’t want Bella and the twins to hear all this pussy’s screaming.
“I didn’t know Cole was your brother. He just gave me an address and said to shoot the woman and kids, but to only kill the kids. I saw them all out by the pool, but I don’t kill kids, so I waited til they went inside.” He’s barely able to talk. He is so weak it’s embarrassing. “If I had known she was your woman, I wouldn’t have done it. My boss back home wants to work with you!”
“Well, your first mistake was being here, your second was admitting that, and add on that you shot my Bella. You signed your own death warrant.” I leave the hook in his thumb and walk over to my table of toys.
Some people would probably call me crazy, but nothing is off the table when it comes to my Bella.
The song ‘The Magic Flute’ comes on and gives me an idea. “D, where is your flute you had in here? I want to see if we can do a magic trick with it.”
Walking over to the chair I kick the front legs of the chair, causing it to flip over and his face to smash on the floor.
“Sorry, D, but you get the job of taking his pants off for me.” I grab the flute from his hand, and rub the mouth piece end in some of the blood on the ground. I need it to be a little bit slippery to help get in the tight space it’s about to enter.
D has him in the perfect position, like that one song says, ‘face down, ass up’ but he ain’t going to like this fuck. “Gag him so wedon’t have to listen to his whining.” Grabbing an old bloody rag off the floor, D shoves it into his mouth as he laughs, knowing what I am about to do next.
Just as the song peaks, I shove the end of the flute into his asshole; drowning out his muffled screams. I get it almost to the first key. I wonder if I could make him fart so I could play along to the music.
While I have him here, he could use a little shave. I grab my peeler, which most people use to peel vegetables, but I prefer to use it to remove unnecessary layers of skin.
I stand in front of him and pull the rag out of his mouth. His eyes, which he could barely keep open a moment ago, are now wide as he looks at what I have in my hand.
“I think we need to shave you down a bit before you go for a swim, to make you more hydrodynamic.” He will suffer for what he did and I plan to enjoy every second of it.
D laughs as I hand him the rag and he shoves it back in the guy's mouth, and ties it behind his head.
“Where shall we start? Legs, arms, balls?” He starts squirming and grunting trying to get away. As I step on his leg D steps on his back. “Relax, this shouldn’t hurt too much.”
“Boss, it doesn’t look like he even has any balls to shave.” D mocks him.
I notice a woman's name on him. “How about we take this tattoo off his wrist to keep as a reminder of who we should pay our next visit to.” I would never hurt an innocent woman, but he doesn’t need to know that.
I stand on his arm as I slowly and carefully use my peeler like a blade but push too hard and go too deep. Oops. Adjusting my hold on the shaver I try again and remove the tattoo in one piece this time.
Just as I am about to make my next cut, my phone starts ringing. I nod my head to D to check who it is.
“It’s Josh,” he answers the call for me. “Boss’s phone, you’re on speaker.”
“I need you upstairs, and it cannot wait. I know this is personal for you but I wouldn’t interrupt for nothing.” I don’t like how anxious he sounds. I wanted to be the one to end this fuckers life but if he has information that I need I will have to let D handle it for me.
“I’ll wash up and be right there.” I hand the peeler over to D, walk to the sink in the corner, and start scrubbing. “Make sure he has a long, slow death. Cut no corners. He may have only grazed Bella’s arm, but to me, there is no difference between that and killing her.”
I don’t wait for an answer; I just grab my phone and pull on my shirt before I head upstairs.
The house is extra quiet, and my footsteps seem to echo. Everything feels extra loud, and my adrenaline is still going. There is nothing like a good torture session to get the blood flowing.
I make it to my office without running into anyone, which is probably for the best, as I have blood on my clothes despite trying to be careful.
Josh turns and looks at me as I enter my office. His face doesn’t betray any emotion. He just stares blankly at me.
“What did you need me right away for? I was just starting to shave the guy.” I try not to sound annoyed, but this better be worth leaving that room.
“Come look at my screen as I explain this to you.” He turns back to his computer screens and starts moving things around. I lean in closer to try and see what all these pages are that he has up on his screens.
