"I didn't rape her, and last I heard, she was dead, so even if I did, what does it matter now?"
I kept my anger under control. This little shitbag was pissing me off. "Wrong answer, fuckface!" I spat.
I walked over to the rack where my weapons of torture or pleasure, all depending on how you looked at them, hung on the wall. I picked up the bamboo cane and the riding crop, then walked back over to him.
His face paled, and his lips trembled.
His mug had the same powdered donut look when Kitlyn pulled her gun on him. "W-what the fuck, man? I didn't touch her!!! Honest to God!!! I wasn't even in my right state of mind that night!! I only pulled her head to kiss her. I-I learned my lesson when she called the cops on me."
The kid was desperate after seeing my weapons of choice. Jacob let out a loud laugh, clearly enjoying the boy's fear.
"It seems like little dick here is scared to death, A."
I smirked at him.
"It looks that way. He's shaking like a leaf."
I turned back to our prisoner, who looked like he was going to vomit, shit his pants, or both.
"Here's the deal, Johnny."
He raised his eyebrows, surprised when I said his name.
"You see, Kitlyn isn't dead. She has been with me for the last month or so. She is home now, safe fromme, but I don't think she is out of danger fromyou."
The kid’s head jerked up, looking at me triumphantly.
"You're the guy who was stalking her! She thought I was you that night. You kidnapped her and did disgusting things to her, yet I am the asshole when I didn't even rape her!"
I shrugged my shoulders and sighed.
"You can think whatever you want in that fucked-up head of yours, but whether or not you raped her, she was mine, and you fucked with her."
He tried to jerk away again but was unsuccessful.
He was bound tight. I sneered in his face.
"I saw what happened the night you tried to exploit her. I was proud that she went and bought that gun for protection."
I laughed in the kid's face.
"She stopped you dead in your tracks when she aimed it at your worthless head. The look on your face then is almost the same as the look on your face now, and because you tried to hurt her, you will be punished."
He stared at me, almost in tears. "Please, I didn't hurt her! You don't need to protect her from me. I won't ever go near her again. I swear to God, please just let me go!"
He sobbed as his body shook, making a heavy clanking sound as he struggled against the chains.
I smiled at him while rubbing the whip handle in my hand.
"Your pleas are falling on deaf ears, scum bag. I want you to feel what it's like to be a woman in the hands of a rapist or would-be rapist, whatever you want to call yourself."
It looks like Kit’s crying and begging got into my head.He will learn what it’s like to be on the otherside of the coin.
He started to tremble; shaking violently.
My voice was not pleasant as I became angrier.
"Iknowyou had every intention of sexually assaulting her if she had not had her firearm next to her that night, so here's what's going to happen. You'll be a girl for us tonight, my friend. You're going to squeal like a little pig, and you had better do a good job, or it will hurt much more."
