When I stop, he cries out in relief. His body relaxes. A little too much.
Brent pisses himself, urine splashing on his chest as he simultaneously shits the bed.
Fucking gross. Suddenly, blood doesn’t seem so bad.
“So, we’re going to try this again. You’re going to answer me, or I tase the family jewels. Got it?”
Brent nods in frantic agreement as I remove the gag.
“Now, tell me what you?—”
“We were dating,” Brent starts, his words rushing outlike he wants to explain before I have the chance to tase him where I promised. “We went out to dinner. Then we went back to her place. I went to use the bathroom, and when I came back out, she was naked. She had her legs up and?—”
I cram the gag back in place.
“I want to know what really happened, Brent. Not the bullshit story you told the Fox family.”
I press the taser to his flaccid penis. “But since you’re starting to talk, I won’t tase your balls. Yet. But one more lie, and that’s where it goes next.”
I turn it on, and Brent screams into the gag. Louder than ever before.
God, I hope none of his neighbors decide now is the perfect time to take their labradoodle on a walk.
I count to ten before turning the taser off.
As the gag leaves his mouth, Brent is gasping and whimpering.
“What happened that night?”
“We… we were there. At her house,” he gasps as he tries to catch his breath between words. “We were making out. She was all over me. I tried to put a move on her. She said no. She wanted to take things slow. It was our fifth fucking date by then. That was slow enough. She was being a tease.”
Don’t tase him for talking. Don’t tase him yet. Don’t fucking tase him.
“Go on,” I say through gritted teeth, pressing the taser into his thigh again.
“I… I made us drinks,” he says in a rush. “Mojitos. I muddled up a pill in hers with the mint. I got her upstairs before it fully kicked in.”
“And then?” God, I want to keep the taser on and end this, but I need to know. Daphne deserves to know. And thisis the last chance she’ll have to get answers before I kill Brent.
“I got her naked. Put her on the bed. I fucked her.” He swallows hard. “Twice.”
I tap the taser for a second, and his body jolts. “More detail,” I demand. I don’t want to hear any more of this, but I need to soak up everything to report back to her.
“I took her clothes off. You know, played around with her. She’s got great tits. Didn’t bother getting her ready. I got on top of her. It felt so good, so it didn’t last long. Twenty minutes later, she was still out cold, and I wanted to go again. It was easier the second time,” he admits. “I didn’t use a condom the first time, so it’s like she was wet. Like she wanted it.”
“Did she say anything?” I ask.
Brent shakes his head. “No. She was out cold. Eyes open and blinking, but, like, she couldn’t speak. I tried to use her mouth, but it didn’t feel good with her lying there.”
My God, this fucking son-of-a-bitch.
“So, she couldn’t consent?”
Brent nods.
“So, you raped her?”
Another nod.
