Richie laughed and nodded. "I stand corrected. I love you, too. Okay, do what you do second best."
Dragon pointed at him. "That's more like it." The weight he'd felt before was lifted with Richie's approval. Officer Lawrence was in for a long day. Dragon's monster slipped back into place, and Officer Lawrence's eyes widened because he knew he was in trouble.
"You don't have to do this; you can send me to jail. I'll admit to what I did," Officer Lawrence said.
Dragon didn't say anything; instead, he grabbed Officer Lawrence's nipple and sliced it off. Blood gushed from the wound, and Officer Lawrence screamed in pain as he looked down to see the damage that was done.
"Holy fuck! You sick fuck!" Officer Lawrence cursed.
Dragon was quiet and calm as he cut off the man's other nipple, and again, Officer Lawrence screamed and shook in his restraints. Dragon sliced the blade of his scalpel along Officer Lawrence's abdomen, his gaze on the blood running like mini rivers from the man's wounds.
"Did you ever think this day would come when you were touching what didn't belong to you?" Dragon asked him, their eyes locked.
"Fu—fuck you," Officer Lawrence said as tears and snot ran freely. "Your faggot boyfriend can't fuck anyway."
Dragon laughed. "He just didn't want to fuck you, and from what I heard, your cock was too skinny and short to do anything anyway worthwhile. It was good that you came quick so that he didn't have to endure your... how should I put it?" Dragon pretended to be thinking. "Ah, yes... inadequacies longer than he had to."
"Is that one of your 'words of the day', baby?" Richie asked.
Dragon tossed him a smile and nodded. "Learned it this morning."
"Fucking illiterate bitch, think you're better than me," Officer Lawrence said.
"I'm not illiterate; I read your ass just fine," Dragon taunted, then stabbed the blade into Officer Lawrence's cheek and sliced, splitting the man's flesh to his mouth. The blood gushed as the skin peeled back, flapping as he screamed.
"Jesus," Richie said.
Dragon turned. "Are you okay?"
Richie swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah, I may need some water, but I'm okay. Keep going. He deserves it."
"We can take a break whenever you need to," Dragon told him.
Richie shook his head. "Just let me get some water. I'll be back."
Dragon watched his man leave the room, then he turned back to Officer Lawrence. "I'm going to fuck you up, motherfucker. When I think about your hands on Richie, your cock in his mouth and ass, all I see is blood. I won't be happy until my dream comes true."
"Ple—"
Dragon grabbed his chin, stopping the man from talking. "Stop begging me for mercy. You waste your efforts."
The door opened, and Richie entered with a bottle of water he was drinking. He sat down and nodded. "Okay, continue."
Dragon obliged.
Three hours later, Dragon had removed both of Officer Lawrence's eyes, tongue, nose, fingernails, and toenails, then the fingers and toes. He'd sliced pieces of the man's flesh from his body—shallow cuts that bled just enough to cause pain, but notkill him. At one point, Richie did end up vomiting when Dragon removed the man's eyes, but he didn't want Dragon to stop. Officer Lawrence was reduced to a whimpering mess, and the plastic under him was covered with his blood and piss. Dragon's protective outfit was also splattered with the man's blood, just the way he wanted.
"I bet you wish I'd just kill you already, right?" Dragon asked him, then laughed.
Officer Lawrence could no longer form words. He could no longer cry; all he could do was pray silently.
Dragon grabbed the man's cock. "You know this has to go. This pathetic piece of flesh between your legs that you decided to assault my man with. Just like I cut off the fingers you touched him with, I'm going to cut this fucking shit off too."
"Baby, wait," Richie said, and Dragon halted his blade.
He turned to his man. "Are you okay?" he asked, always concerned for Richie's well-being.
Richie nodded as he walked over to him. "I want to cut it off."
