Just like they said
Play the games.
Follow the rules.
Spread your legs.
And everything will be okay.
I have always been a girl who had her nails, hair and makeup done. Now, I haven’t evenseen a mirror, but I know I look like trash. My hair is a mess of knots and tangles. I haven’t earned a hairbrush yet. But maybe soon?
If I’m a good pet.
I’m picking at my nails when the door opens. All three of them stand in the doorway. I can hear something faintly coming from the game room, and it has me on the edge of another panic attack. “What’s going on?” I bounce to my feet and back up against the wall.
Sir Al clears his throat. “This is a test, my little whore. There’s someone waiting for you. You have a job to do for us.” He steps closer and holds out a hand.
I know what will happen if I don’t take it. I slide mine into his, and Sir Al tangles our fingers together. He leads me out of the room, passing Sir B and C.
What greets me is someone tied to a chair. A hood pulled over their head. The chair wobbles as they buck and scream, but I can’t make out the words. They must be gagged.
I look at each of them in confusion. “I don’t understand. What am I supposed to do?”
“He has some information that we need. Your job is to get it out of him. You can use anythingin this room to help you.” Sir B explains as he waves a hand around.
My eyes track his movement until they land on the wall of weapons, the cage opened. My face pales as I shake my head. “No. No! I can’t do that.” The back talk earns me a slap across the face from Sir Al.
“Listen up, bitch, either you do it, or I do, and when I’m done, you’ll take his place in that chair. So what’s it gonna be? You or him?” I take a step back, but Sir Al still has my hand in a death grip.
My brain races as I think everything over. How he once told me there were people out there who wouldn’t hesitate to kill me.
As much as I hate my life right now, I do not want to die. I know that much, and know if it’s between my life or a stranger’s, then I choose myself.
I steel my nerves and nod, raising my eyes to look Sir Al in the face. “Okay.” They all nod in approval and move to stand near the wall.
“I’ll give you 30 minutes, do whatever is necessary.” Sir Al states and crosses his arms over his chest, giving me a nod.
I don’t know anything about torturing someone, especially not how to get informationfrom them. Time is ticking, but I take a moment to figure out how I want to do this.
Slowly, I make my way towards the wall, looking over everything before my eyes land on a butterfly knife. It’s open on a rack, the blade gleaming under the fluorescent lights in the game room.
It should work. Maybe just a few cuts and the person will speak. I pick up the knife and feel the weight in my hands.
I hope this is enough.
I make my way over to the person chained in the chair and pull the hood off.
There doesn’t seem to be anything special about him. He looks like a regular man. His blue eyes are wet with tears, and the blonde hair that hangs down is stuck to his forehead from sweat.
There’s a bruise on his cheek, and I’m guessing it was from one of my Sirs when they were grabbing him. I remove his gag, and the man babbles like a baby.
“Look! I don’t know what you want. Just let me go. I didn’t do anything. They’re fucking crazy.” His voice echoes around the cement walls as he screams, yelling at me and casts his eyestowards my men. I clutch the knife and take a deep breath before stabbing it into his leg.
He howls out in pain, blood gushes out around the knife as he pleads to my Sirs. I snap my fingers in front of his face until he looks at me.
“Don’t look at them. I’m the one you’re dealing with. Just tell me what they want to know. I don’t want to hurt you, but I don’t have a choice.” My voice starts off strong, but near the end it wobbles.
“I don’t fucking know anything, lady. I’m fucking innocent.” He has snot dripping from his nose as he cries out. The pain is making him lose focus. I pull the knife out and stab his other leg, and I can feel my humanity slipping.
