“Lenny, Lenny, Lenny.” I tsk, circling the fallen chair so he can see me.
“Raven, Raven, Raven,” he echoes back. “Just couldn’t stay away, could you? I wooed you with my virility, and now you’re back, begging.”
Keeping my exterior calm, I crack my neck and straddle the prone half of his body. “Is that the only way you’re able to fuck a woman? You have to drug her first?”
Leonard’s nostrils flare.
I cross the arm holding the pliers over my chest and touch my finger on my other hand to my lips. “If you weren’t able to incapacitate a woman, I think you’d be what people call an incel.” Dropping my arms, I look down at Leonard with a vituperative smile. “It means involuntary celibate.”
Griffin moves to stand next to Knox off to my right, and whispers not so softly, “Is it totally weird that I’m getting a semi watching this?”
Knox snorts.
I plop down, taking a seat on Leonard’s stomach. My weight forces a rush of air to expel from his lungs.
Tracing his jaw with the tip of the pliers, I mock him, “I wouldn’t let you stick your limp dick inside me even if you paid me.”
My free hand winds back and goes flying across his cheek. Just like he did to me many times before. Every time Dr. Whitlock wouldn’t let him have a turn with me, Leonard would take it out on me when he got me back to my room.
Letting the pliers drop on his chest, I use my other hand to slap his other cheek. Leonard’s head turns to the side. The burn of my blow has him breathing harder and faster.
After he gathers himself back together, he faces me again with an icy expression. “You hit like a girl.”
“Better than hitting like a little bitch,” I retort, digging my insult further into his injured pride with another slap.
Rising to my feet, I snag the pliers from Leonard’s chest. I look to my admiring spectators and tilt my head. Griffin and Knox, knowing what I mean as usual, right the chair and double-check the duct tape holding Leonard in place.
They step back and assess my body appreciatively. Suddenly, my need from the moment in the truck earlier returns tenfold.
Questions first. Sex later.
Griffin and Knox stride around the chair and flank my sides.
“Let’s hurry this along, shall we?” My polite grin disappears as quickly as it came. Stepping forward, I pinch Leonard’s index fingernail between the teeth of the pliers.
“Stop! No! That fucking hurts! Stop!” Leonard’s shouts barely register in my brain.
Wiggling his nail while pulling up at the same time, my movements cause a high-pitch screech to come out of Leonard. With a firm yank, I separate the nail from his finger.
Holding the pliers up, I examine the small nail. “Huh. That was more difficult than I thought it would be.”
Leonard heaves, catching his breath. “You psycho bitch!”
Something inside my brain splinters. “Psycho bitch? I’ll show you a psycho bitch.” I repeat the process on his middle and ring finger, but faster than before.
“It’s not a semi anymore,” Griffin announces to the room.
Knox snorts again. “I’m right there with you.”
Leonard has streaks on his face from his tears. “What do you want?”
“I’m so glad you asked.” I sigh dramatically as if that’s what I’ve been waiting for this whole time. Straddling him again, I sit on his lap and drop the pliers. “Tell us everything you know about the pills you’ve been selling. Who’s the supplier, what’s in them, all that stuff.”
“Bu-But I don’t know. I don’t know!”
Shaking my head, I cup Leonard’s cheek and frown. “So disappointing.” Turning my head to talk over my shoulder, I casually ask, “What do y’all think? Thumb or pinky next?”
“Pinky,” Griffin and Knox answer in unison.
