“Will do,” Harlow drawled with a smirk.
As he met Micah’s gaze, he reached into his jacket and pulled one of his back-up guns from the holster. His back-ups were still Desert Eagles, but an older version of what he’d beenusing recently. Harlow clicked the safety off, and the duct taped vampire flinched at the sound.
He’d actually used the guns he was currently holding for years before upgrading. Though…thinking of his lost weapons… “Foxx, after he answers, get him to tell you where they tossed my shit.”
“Will do,” Foxx chimed happily as he straightened from his crouched position. In his hand was something Harlow hadn’t seen in a long while…a baby blue and pink water gun.
Brows rising in question, he remained quiet while Foxx spun and showed Micah what he had.
Micah chuckled. “You can’t be serious.”
“Oh, but I am. Harlow, could you do me a favor by opening his pants,” Foxx drawled, before adding, “All the way… Not that I want to see, but I feel this is the fastest way we can get him to talk.”
“His pants?” Harlow said slowly before snickering. “Oh, Foxx, your mind really is twisted.”
“Thank you.” Foxx giggled.
Micah looked confused. Then again, he didn’t know what was inside said water gun, but he was about to find out.
Setting his gun on the table, he slid off his chair and did as Foxx asked. Micah struggled at first, but froze when he pulled out a knife. It was easy as fuck after that.
Nose wrinkling at the sight of the man’s limp dick, he mused, “Don’t have much going on there, do you?”
The vampire hissed. “Am I expected to impress in such a situation?!”
Foxx dug in with an insult of his own. “I doubt you‘impress’in any situation.”
Harlow returned to his seat, grabbing his gun once again as he went back to watching.
Face twisted with rage,Micah blustered, but ultimately he said nothing. Foxx tsked, eyeing the man’s cock. Size didn’t matter, but Micah was overall horrible, so he couldn’t exactly feel bad for making fun of his Tootsie Roll.
He definitely wasn’t going to feel bad for what he was about to do. Smiling evilly, Foxx aimed and fired a nice stream of water. Where it came into contact with skin, it began to burn and sizzle. In this case, the skin just happened to be the man’s foreskin, the droplets leaving trails of burning—hah—hellfire, as they slid down his shaft.
Micah roared in pain, his eyes bulging in maybe horror or shock as his struggles intensified. The vampire tried to close his legs as he kept screaming, but as energetic as he was, with so little blood in him, the multiple layers of duct tape around his knees and upper chest didn’t budge.
By the time the man stopped screaming, tears were rolling down his face, and he was sucking air in and out through clenched teeth.
Micah’s gaze locked onto him, his eyes narrowed with hatred now. “You…” The man’s voice shook with his anger.
Foxx laughed. “What? Did you think it was normal water inside?”
“How can… How can you…call yourself a vampire?! Using…holy water?!” the other vampire hissed, his fangs flashing.
Foxx shot the water again. “I’m not going to take a lecture from a rapist,” he stated as he watched Micah writhe in agony,his own cock perking up at the man’s screams. Only to step back in disgust when Micah pissed all over himself.
Harlow let out a clearly irritated growl. “Can I shoot him for that?”
“You can if you want to.”
Foxx didn’t flinch at all when the man fired. Blood splattered onto the floor and against the wall as the bullet slammed into the vampire’s shoulder. Micah’s screams, which had started to die down, ramped back up.
Foxx smiled, his dick perking right back up, despite the…smell.
“Oh…that’s interesting,” Harlow drawled.
He glanced over and laughed when he found the dhampir looking at his crotch, and at how he kept sniffing the air.
Harlow’s nose wrinkled, and he complained. “He had to piss himself? Ugh, I can barely smell you over it.”
