Chapter 30 Tennant #2
Moving to stand in front of him, I lift his face to examine his mouth, before bending down to kiss him, licking up his mouth.
The taste from him is sweet, and I moan.
My cock hardens, and I want to finish this so I can get him under me.
It’s been far too long since I took my Little Lamb.
The taste of his blood in my mouth? Nothing could be hotter…
except seeing him bathed in the blood of our enemy, that is.
Pulling back, I sign, “I want this over with. Have your fun, but don’t worry about getting answers from her.”
He reaches for me and I kiss him again, loving the way his touch is sure and solid. “I’ll get it done.”
Backing away, I watch to see what Jude does next.
“This is your last chance,” he tells her. “If you don’t give us what we want, you’ll be at Ten’s mercy, and trust me, you don’t want that.”
She sneers. “You don’t scare me.”
Jude laughs. “Your funeral.”
He takes a needle and shoves it up into her sole, no finesse, just straight into the soft, sensitive part of her foot.
Her cry seems to come from deep inside her chest, as a hoarse sound is emitted from her throat. Tears run down her cheeks, leaving streaks on her face as it washes away the blood already staining her skin.
“You hurt my bellissimo ragazzo. For that, I want to keep you to feel every ounce of physical pain that he is feeling emotionally.”
Knocking her foot off his lap, Jude stands from the stool, shoving it away from him. He grabs his cane from where it leans against the cart and grips it like a bat.
He slams it into the bitch’s stomach, before cracking it against both of her knees, over and over again until I’m sure the bones are shattered.
He hits her in the stomach once more, forcing her to double over, but the chain at her throat prevents the action, so she chokes as she coughs and gasps in pain.
I wish I could let him beat her until she dies, but we still need answers. We’re running against the clock here with her father and the life of Roman and Emilio. So, sadly, I set a hand on Jude’s shoulder.
He takes a deep breath. “I know,” he says. “I won’t kill her. Yet.”
Squeezing his shoulder, I lean in and say, just loud enough to be heard, “Don’t worry. She’ll suffer so beautifully for us.”
Kissing his temple, I let him go, and push his cart off to the side, while bringing the one Joel prepped for me into the center of the room.
“Have you ever used one of these machines, Marcus?” I ask, as I make sure everything I need is there.
“Can’t say I have. We’re not as…creative as you are in our torture.”
I hum. “You can come closer then, if you want. I don’t think we have to worry about her fighting us.”
Cecily glares, but the look isn’t as fierce as she’s going for, not with the tears and blood streaked over her face.
Putting on a pair of latex gloves, I wrap the wires of my toy around the copper dildo. I add lube and then say, “Would you mind holding her still, War?”
Marcus chuckles a little as he moves behind a panicking Cecily. Whimpers escape from her throat as she tries to thrash in her chains, choking herself before Marcus holds her tightly, stilling her in place.
Getting between her legs, I hold her open wide and shove the dildo inside. There’s resistance, as it’s tight, dry, and the wires from my toy make the task more tedious, but eventually, I fully seat the dildo deep inside her.
Tears run down Cecily’s face and I smile, her fear heightening my excitement.
“Where are Roman and Emilio?” I ask softly.
She shakes her head and I sigh, stepping back. Marcus lets her go, and moves around to watch her face as I turn my toy on the lowest setting. She shakes as I electrocute her from the inside.
This is something I’ve never done before and it’s fascinating, watching to see how far I can push her before I have to stop.
Learning new things is what torture is all about for me.
The human experience is one that still eludes me, but I’m able to get up close and personal whenever I’m allowed to play.
Cecily heaves a sob when I stop the current. “Please…” she says shakily. “Please…”
“This all stops if you give us what we want, Cecily,” I tell her gently. “You’re in charge here.”
She shakes her head. “I…I can’t… He’ll kill me.”
“Shhh,” I soothe. “We can help you, if you help us.”
“I…” She cries harder. “I can’t… Please…”
Sighing, I turn the dial up. “Very well.” When I turn the machine back on, her screams bounce around the room, hoarse and wailing like a dying animal. I can’t let it go on for nearly as long as the first, due to the stronger current, and it takes her a while to recover her voice this time.
“Please…” Her words are barely audible. “Please…”
“Location?” I ask just as softly.
Cecily sobs, but rattles off an address. Marcus whips out his phone and repeats it back to her as he types. She nods in agreement that it’s right.
“If you’re wrong…”
“I’m dead either way,” she tells me in a shaky voice. “I’d rather it be by your hands. At least, then I know I died with honor, and not because I’m a disgrace like my brother.”
“Anything else we should know?” Marcus asks.
Cecily tries to smile, her teeth bloody from where she bit her tongue when I electrocuted her. “Don’t underestimate him… He will do anything to come out on top…even take out his own children…”
“Thank you for your cooperation,” I tell her gently. I look to Jude. “Any special way she should die, Little Lamb?”
Jude shrugs. “You already have her strung up. Finish this, Ten. I’d like to get back to my Boy.”
“As you wish.”
Turning the dial all the way up, I switch the machine back on. Cecily lets out a squeak, but it dies quickly, her vocal cords failing her as she shakes in her chains.
The smell of burning flesh fills the room, and as Cecily’s eyes roll in the back of her head, I turn the machine off, watching as she jerks a few times while the currents run through her.
Putting on my heavy-duty gloves, I walk over to the crank and release it, letting her fall unceremoniously to the floor.
“Well,” Marcus says once all is said and done. “That was very…educational.”
I huff a laugh. “Do you think she was telling the truth?”
He inclines his head. “Yes. There was no reason to lie. She would have known we’d double check anyway, so there was no point. If she was lying, well, Leandro and Hollis will be able to tell us soon, I’m sure.”
I stare at Cecily’s lifeless form. As much trouble as she’s caused, as much pain as she’s put not only Roman and Lio through, but Antonio, too, she got the easy way out.
Sometimes, the punishment doesn’t fit the crime.
If we had more time, if the lives of those we love weren’t on the chopping block, I would have spread this out over several days. Sadly, that couldn’t happen.
Let’s hope the Senator isn’t as boring…
Tossing the gloves onto the cart, I turn to my companions. “We’ve all earned a good night’s sleep, I think. Tomorrow, we take back what’s ours.”
Wrapping my arm around Jude, the three of us leave Cecily to rot where she lays, her heavy weight no longer hanging over our heads.
I can’t wait to show Roman and Lio this video. Everything I did, I did for them, and I always will.