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"I swear it wasn't me! Please don't! No more -" the guy screams as I cut him with the knife across a cheek.
"You swear it wasn't you?"
"Yes! Yes!" his voice is hoarse and broken. Blood is all over his pants, chest cover in cuts; some deeper, some shallower, some long, some short and quick. Blood is also dripping down his, now new, wound on his cheek.
"Well, she says it's you."
"She's lying! She's nothing for a good whore. Slut!"
"She is not even 18," I say disgusted.
"I didn't do anything wrong! She's older than 16!" I scowl and cut along the line from his neck to his stomach.
"You raped her. I do not tolerate men like you."
"She was practically begging for it! Please no more!"
"A skirt doesn't mean 'yes'. I hope you know now how it feels to be begging for someone to stop," I say and put away the knife.
The guy is crying and saying 'thank you' over again. For what? He still didn't get his punishment.
"James, Paul. Come hold him down," I order to my trusted men that have been with me my whole life. They are older than me by some 15 years but they respect me as a leader. They're wearing the same colour suit I am wearing.
I don't know why but I like being dressed up when I'm dealing with assholes.
They come to hold him down since I know it would be a lot messier if I leave him just tied to the chair. He looks confused. He shouldn't be. The best part is yet to come.
I turn my back to them so I can take scissors from the table and, turning back to them, twirl them around my fingers. The guy gulps, shaking. More blood pours from his wounds and his mouth. The nose bleeds stopped not long ago.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know if you know what I'm doing to disgusting men like you, but you'll find out," I smirk.
I unzip his trousers, pulling his boxers down enough so I can take his dick in my hand. Before I touch it, I put my black gloves on. I take the dick in my hands and I hear him inhaling a deep breath. I smile innocently at him, bringing my head closer to it. James and Pauk know what I'm doing and they prepare, tightening their hold on the guy.
When my head is close to the guy's privates, I lift my right hand that has the scissors in the air and bring it down on his tight. He screams in pain. I pull them out, sarcastically apologizing.
