THE TORTURE
KINSLEY
Sitting on a stool in an oversized warehouse, I take in the cement walls and the plastic lining the floors.
“So you bring bodies to warehouses? Not to our house?” I ask my husband.
He chuckles as he ties the long black butcher apron around his tall frame. “Yes. The four families torture and kill enemies in warehouses. Unless there’s a party happening in your home, and you have to kill an enemy quickly.” Nick shrugs.
Natalia and I peek at each other and burst into laughter.
I can’t believe Natalia played dead last night. But the way Torrance had acted like a psychopath when he found out she was alive. It was worth it.
The five men who raped me lay on stainless steel tables a few feet away. They scream every once in a while. Carmen gave them a special cocktail that makes them see bugs crawling on their skin. So cool.
Lexis is a total sweetheart. She let us borrow her torture chair.
Nick and I have pushed thin rods into Torrance’s thighs. He cries, then screams. Nick got tired of hearing his mouth and gagged him.
“Torrance, we’ll torture you using the chair for a few days. Then you’re off to spend time with Raulo.”
“Yes!” I yell, clapping.
“He’s going to destroy your asshole, bitch.” I smile sweetly.
Nick hasn’t met bad Kinsley yet. Maybe one day.
Dressed in surgical gear, a black butcher apron, bouffant cap, and shoe covers, I walk over to the violators. I pick up a scalpel from one of the stainless-steel tables. My gloved fingers curl around the scalpel.
“It’s nice to finally put a face to the assholes who brutally raped me. I look forward to having so much fun torturing the five of you.”
It feels like a weight has been lifted off me. Honestly, I want to cry happy tears. But I’ll save the tears for when I’m lying in my husband’s arms tonight.