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23| Insatiable

L I L I T H   O R T I Z

I rush in through the doors, "I'm here!!" I yell, clicking my heels quickly down the hallway.

"And you get annoyed when i'm late." Malachai speaks up, leaning against the wall, playing with a blade. "This isn't as important as our literal missions you're late for." I retaliate, sitting on the table, resting next to the weapons.

We hadn't spoken much, there was still tension, but we moved past it for now.

"You can do the honours." I gesture my hand towards the passed out Ginge, strapped to the metal seat. "Gladly." Malachai responds, positioning his rings on his fingers before swinging at Ginge right in the stomach, causing him to wake up with a grunt.

"Hey baby." I wave towards him as his eyes widen just slightly; old friend and all. "You." He grits through his teeth. "Me." I give back the same energy. "You?" Malachai questions, "Me?" I question, confusing him even further.

"Don't let her touch me." Ginge spoke up, trying to shift further away from me with the chair attached. "Now now, Gingey, let's not be cowards." I get up from the table, running my index finger along it before stopping at a long, sharp knife.

"We could simply do this the easy way, in honour of the good old days." I suggest. "I won't tell you shit." He spits, "So we're going to have a copy of what happened last time? Boringgggg." I groan. "Well, why don't we spice it up actually. Maybe get a little more... bloody?" I grin at the thought.
Who was I kidding, it couldn't get worse than what happened back then.

"You're a monster." He growls, "I like to think so, yes." I smile back at him.

"Quit the small talk, we're here to get information." Malachai cuts the chitchat short. "Ah yes, sometimes I just can't help my monsterous ways." I sigh, passing the knife to Malachai. "Show me what you can do, pretty boy." I challenge him and he smirks at the request.

"Now that's just utter bullshit." Ginge grumbles, "I'm a human being, not a game." He announces. "Big fucking wow, you wrinkly fuck." I roll eyes.

Malachai stabs the knife into his hand and twists, making him release a torturous yelp.

Next, he punches him in the face, so hard that a tooth flies out. "You've still got a load of teeth for me to knock out; we can be here all day." He mentions. "I want to know who you work for, a name specifically." He runs the knife down Andrew's nipple, holding it underneath, ready to slice.

"Like I said, i'm not telling you shit. Simple." He spits out some blood. At that point, I take a cigarette out and light it.

Malachai proceeds to slice a nipple off, before doing the same to the other side. Andrew hisses at it yet he's getting used to the pain. "Andrew you know, you're no fun. Why don't we just get this over and done with." Malachai huffs, "Let me go fetch your family hm?" He suggest, slipping out of the room.

"Wait, no! No!" He yells at Malachai.

"Gotcha." I grin at him. "Don't let him touch Melinda. Please." He begs, "You really think he's only got Melinda?" I raise a brow. "What?! No-" He shakes his head, sweat pouring down his face, his eyes tearing up. "Damn, he really hit a soft spot didn't he?" I chuckle.

"How are you anyways?" I ask, "After you and your father ruined my life, killing my family, destroying my home, I had to take things into my own hand. In honour of my legacy." He raised his head with confidence. "Pops probably isn't too happy about this situation huh? I mean i'll never know but soon enough you'll get to talk to him right? Send my regards, will ya?" I smile. "I'll stop by your father too." He growls. "Tell him I hope he's rotting down there." I grit through my teeth, disgusted at the simple thought of him. "You should've went down with him." He adds, my head snapping towards him.