Chapter 41 #2
“Pretty airhead, huh? Well, let me tell you what this pretty airhead’s going to do to you for fucking me over.
” She pressed the tip of her blade into his bare skin.
There was no yelp or scream, just a sharp intake of breath followed by a laugh which angered her more than she was letting on.
But I knew. “I wonder if you’ll still be laughing when I slit that throat of yours.
” The laughter soon stopped, and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips.
“Look, woman, I didn’t fuck you over, I just?—”
“You just what? Stole from us to line your own dirty pockets with what’s rightfully mine ?
” she slid the blade between his shoulder blades forcing him to finally let out a piercing scream.
It was soon replaced by a pathetic excuse of a roar, as if he was trying to show her he wasn’t pissing his pants.
“Go on, kill me. But I ain’t telling you shit. I’m no snitch.” I rolled my eyes. They always say they ain’t a snitch until they’re singing like fucking canaries.
“Well then, I guess there’s no rush, is there?
Great. Now I can enjoy my plan of having a little fun first without you ruining it and telling me what I need to know too quickly before you die.
” Bella leaned into his ear, not showing any signs of stepping back.
“So tell me, how attached are you to your balls?” she whispered, sliding the tip of the blade up his leg. “I hear ballache can be a real bitch.”
“Go on, do your worst, you stuck up fucking bitch,” he seethed before hocking a glob of spit at her chest. A flurry of hisses around me showed it was no longer just me that wanted to swing for this tosser.
“Funny, you talk such a big game for someone who’s at my mercy. By the time I’m done with you, my guys here will be using your body parts as a fucking jigsaw.” With that, she plunged the knife just below his ribs, his roar making the outhouse shake. “One more time, who put you up to this?”
“Fuck you!” he screamed as Bella sliced open the back of his neck. The trail of crimson that trickled down his naked torso also stained Bella’s blade. To my surprise I started to get hard. Red was such a beautiful fucking colour on her.
Over the course of several hours, Bella mixed up every technique I had taught her. The sight took my mind back to that infamous day in the gym, and fuck, was that a good day. She may have hated me, but fuck, she looked good.
“Today, Bella, you’re going to torture me.”
“Excuse me?!” Her face was a picture. But as cute as she was there was no danger I wasn’t letting her loose on me with real knives. Fuck, no. She’d enjoy it too much. Fuck, so would I.
“You heard me. I want you to practice some torture techniques on me, with these.” I laid out the fake, plastic weapons. “I will direct you, and show you each spot to hit to make even the strongest willed person bend to your will, understand?”
“Ugh, yes, Mr. Patronising, I understand. What I don’t get is why we can’t use real weapons? Sure would make this pointless exercise more fun.” she scoffed, toying with the pretend knife.
“This isn’t a game, Bella. You’re going to need to know these things. So quit being a brat and cable tie me to the chair.” I ordered, making her eyes light up. Was she excited at the thought of me bound and helpless? If so, I couldn’t wait to show her how easy it was to get out of cable ties.
With excited movements, she bound my wrists and ankles to the chair and stood before me, her face a picture of nerves. From where I was sat I was pretty sure I could see her hands trembling.
“Isabella, look at me,” despite her animosity, she for once followed my orders.
When her eyes flitted up to mine palpable fear was staring back at me.
“Breathe, Bella. This is a harmless exercise in patience, self control, and best of all, a battle of wills. Nothin’ can go wrong, so you have fuck all to worry about.
Now drag that knife across my skin as if you are draggin’ it across a balloon.
You want them to feel it without breaking the skin, not yet anyway.
This is about fear not pain. Fear of the pain can almost be as bad as the pain itself.
In this moment, you are the grim reaper and you’ve come to collect. ”
“Okay, I think I can do that…”
She did as she was told, every single thing I asked of her, and she did with ease and grace. And it was hard to have fucking grace when you’re torturing the shit out of people, but somehow she managed to pull it off.
I pushed her for the next six hours, and not once did she complain, despite probably wanting to.
“Ugh, we’ve been at this for like a million hours, London Boy. Can’t we take a break?” she whined, taking a gulp of water.
“We’ve been at this for six actually.”
“Why six?” she asked, cocking her head to one side.
“Because, there is no time limit for torturing someone for information. It can be tediously long, or incredibly quick, depending on the person’s will and aversion to pain.
” I snapped the cable ties from each wrist with ease making her eyes widen.
My legs were a mere second after. I stood tall, towering over her, I could tell she was doing her best to keep her eyes firmly on the ground.
“You said it’s a battle of wills… How do I make them give me information without risking them dying first?” she asked, deliberately ignoring the fact I broke out of the cable ties without a second thought.
“That, princess, all depends on you.” I gripped her chin between my thumb and forefinger.
“There were many things we can improve, but overall you did amazin’.
Keep pushin’ yourself and you’ll get to where your father wants you to be, and where you need to be.
Now… put me on my arse. I want to see how much work we’ve got to do. ”
Cries that echoed across the wooden shack, yanked me from my thoughts.
Looking back over my shoulder, I took note of how his hands thrashed beneath the cables, blood oozing from his wrists as the plastic cut deeper.
Bella had made an exhibition of his body, and the fucker still hadn’t said a word.
He’d already lost a few fingers, toes, fuck he’d even lost his left ball and he still remained tight lipped.
“I can go do this for hours, but if you’re getting tired and need a break, all you have to do is tell me what it is I need to know,” Bella crooned softly as she crouched on the balls of her feet in front of our buddy.
“Eat shit, you cunt!” he wheezed, letting his head fall back.
“Wow, no wonder you’re single if that’s how you speak to women,” she punctuated her point with a slash of her blade across his knee caps. Howling, his toes curled in at the pain that was radiating through his body. He knew he was fucked, and yet he still wouldn’t say shit.
With measured movements, Bella placed the blade down on a blood splattered table and picked up one of my favourite items, the cigar cutters.
She was about to resort to cutting each finger, knuckle by knuckle.
I smiled. This was my favourite game. It seemed so simple but it had never failed me.
Sighing, she shoved a piece of cloth soaked in lighter fluid into his mouth, making him gag.
Then with a wicked smile, one that could make me hard as fuck in seconds, she reached out and said.
“Lighter please.” Smirking, I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my all silver lighter, tossing it in her direction.
She caught it without looking in my direction.
Fuck, she was so damn sexy. “Now, here’s how it’s going to go, I’m going to cut off each one of your remaining filthy, thieving fingers, and if you still haven’t told me what I want to know by the time we run out, I think I’ll get creative.
” Drool spilled from his mouth as she flicked my lighter’s flame to life.
Flinging his head from side to side, he tried his best to spit out the rag.
Clucking her tongue, my wise, tough girl grasped what little hair he had left and pulled his head still as she rammed the cloth back down his throat.
“So, are you going to start singing or do I burn you alive from the inside out?”
Whatever he tried to say came out as muffled noises and snorts as she slid the cutters down to the first knuckle of his pinky finger. His eyes began darting between them and her.
“Oh, did you think I’d make this go nice and quick for you?
” she asked, leaning close to his ear. Blood stained the tips of her hair as she whispered, “My bad. I’m going to take them one knuckle at a time.
This way it gives you more time to think about how you want to die.
Me though? I hope you choose to burn,” she chuckled as she closed the cutters on his finger.
“Look at you taking it like a good boy, I’m impressed.” she said with a smile, slicing off the next part of his pinky.
“You taught her this?” Lorenzo whispered, so as not to distract his daughter.
“You wanted her to be the best. Well there you fuckin’ go.” I replied, waving a hand in her direction.
“Luca was good, I’ll give him that. But Bella, she’s something else entirely.” I hadn’t once heard this man sound so damn surprised since the day we’d met.
“Yeah well your son didn’t have me. Bella does.” I turned my attention to him for a split second, seeing the look of gratefulness in his eyes. He was thrilled with the work I’d put in with her.
Twenty minutes later and our little friend was in and out of consciousness, pissing my girl off. She slapped her palm across his cheek a few times until his head snapped up in shock.