No Pixel Oneshots

Lung :): Long

"Where is the money, Carlos?" She gets straight to the point.

"I swear, I don't know. I've told you so—" He gets cut off by his own scream of agony as the dagger digs into his thigh. "Where. Is. The. Money." Ray asks, her tone menacingly low, anger oozing out of her. "I don't—" 

"Goddamit-" She huffs before digging the dagger all the way into his thigh. The ear shrilling scream makes the others in the room cringe. 

She forcefully grabs his jaw to make him look at her. "Open your eyes and look at me." She commands, her voice authoritative. "Either you tell me where the money is or you tell me who has it, alright?" She clutches his jaw harder, making him wince in pain. "I don't want your excuses, I was hearing those when you weren't here as well."

"Either give me a location or a name and I'll let you go." She pulls back and stands straight in front of him. "Or . . . " She looks to her side where all sorts of torture equipment is laid out and picks out a small cup of water. She quirks her brow at him before gesturing to the cup in her hands. 

When he doesn't say anything, she tilts the cup and slowly but surely, liquid flows out of it. As soon as it makes contact with his wound, he screams in pain. "Stop, stop, stop, STOP!" She finally stops and smirks as she puts the cup back in it's place.

She kneels down to his level, taking a hold of the dagger pierced into his thigh. "This is not the only thing I have." She tells him, her tone sadistic. "Either you give me what I want or . . . " she looks back at the equipment.

When he doesn't response yet again, her hand advances towards the equipment but she suddenly gets cut off by someone speaking up. "Ray we can take on from here . . . " Ramee's worried voice comes through.

Something snaps inside of Ray as her jaw ticks. She disregards his words and looks straight at the man tied to the chair in front of her. 

The three OG's observe the man who looks as if he'd just seen a ghost. "Darren Carlos! My brother! He has all the money, I swear!" His cry echoes in the torture chamber as the three men share a look. 

Ray smiles wickedly at him as she rips the dagger out of him, inciting another cry of agony. "Didn't you say you didn't know anything?" She asks in a menacingly sweet voice, running the dagger down from his temple. "You swore, didn't you?" The dagger digs a little deeper as her tone gets more threatening. 

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" He begins to beg.

"Ray, I think that's enough." She's shut down by another authoritative voice — the voice of her new leader.

"He needs to learn his lesson, Randy." She whispers wickedly as the dagger begins to dig deeper. Carlos doesn't let out his cries of pain as Randy takes a deep breath and reaches for the dagger in the ferocious woman's hand.

"Ramee will take on from here." He tells her as he pulls her hand along with the dagger back. 

She resists and Randy feels the anger radiating from her. "Ray! Calm down." He takes a hold of her as he puts his arms around her to pull her back.

"Leave me!" She struggles against him but he's way stronger. "Leave me, Randy! This is my mission, let me complete it!" She huffs against him.

"You did complete it, Ray, you got the information. Getting the money is Ramee's job." He reminds her of their initial plan.

"Let me finish my fucking job!"

"You did, stop!"

"Randy—"

"It's gang leader's orders, stop." This causes her movements to stop completely but the heat and anger radiating from her body seems unnatural to Randy.