I think she’d look better with more blood on her.
She’ll look better coated in it entirely.
Georgiy huffs as he grabs some latex gloves from his pocket. He didn’t like how messy he got having to touch her the first time. He washed his hands in the kitchen sink like the surgeon he is. His skin was pink and fresh when he met me back in the living room.
“Go open the door and find a place to tie her down. And take the bags with you if you can.”
“Oh, I sure can.”
I nearly skip to the house, hearing the crunch of Georgiy’s feet behind me. The door to the small house swings open easily, and I push my way inside, flicking on a light as I go. It’s not as shabby on the inside as it appears on the outside. It’s actually quite cozy.
And the really nice thing is, a long wooden table sits completely vacant in the kitchen—the perfect spot for Sue.
Georgiy must have the same thought because he drops her down onto it. Roughly. With actual force. Her head hits the wood with a crack, and she groans.
“Grab the rope from the bag,” he tells me, and I do as I’m asked, producing a large bundle of it and watching as he deftly ties her down with no care for her comfort. She’s sprawled out, arms and legs outstretched, ripe for cutting.
I think I’ll start with her fingers first and make my way to her face.
Georgiy removes the rag from her mouth, and she sputters, her eyes growing wild as she realizes she messed with the wrong men. That we didn’t just want answers. We want justice.
“I have money,” is the first thing she says, but Georgiy just grins. Evil. So hot.
“We don’t want your money. We want you to bleed.”
Her eyes widen, and I smell urine permeating the room. Georgiy sighs, pulling out a mask and placing it over his face.
“I really am growing tired of that.”
“Oh, I love it. It means they’re afraid,” I say, and his gaze meets mine.
“Da. You’re right, umnyashka. Now, if you’d like to start on her, I’ll get changed.”
I don’t even hesitate, pulling out a handheld saw from my bag and holding it above her.
Her eyes flick to the saw and then to me. “I don’t know anything.”
“Tell me everything you know about Samvel and Emma.”
“I don’t know. I swear.”
“You do know something. Who bought them from you?”
“I don’t know his name! Just that he called from an unknown number and paid me with cash. I met him at a different location each time. A different city.”
“What does he look like?”
“I swear, I don’t know. He wore a mask, and the handoffs were always at nighttime.”
“How many children did he buy?” I ask, and she murmurs something, a prayer most likely. “Several. Wait, seven. Seven kids.”
“Seven?”
“Yes, that’s all I know. Now, please let me go.”
“Don’t think so. Not until I know everything.”
Georgiy appears next to me in his surgeon’s attire, making my cock perk up. He looks so damn good like that.
