Death
I sat in the chair with my hands bound and behind the back rest. My feet were also bound and I was blindfolded. "No...more.." I cried looking down. I heard a door open followed by footsteps. "Now, I'm ready for some more fun.." I heard the same voice again. I heard mental clamping and felt the cold of it as it was gripping my fingernail. I cried again "Please.." the gravelly voice interrupted me "Whats one thousand minus seven?" I felt very painful feeling in my finger as the nail was pulled out. I screamed. "What's one thousand minus seven?" I cried looking down. "N-n-nine hindered...and n-ninthy three." I said crying. He pulled out another. "Nine hundred and eighty six!" I yelled crying. I screamed as he kept pulling my nails. I then felt another pain in my left shoulder. I flinched and tried to jerk away from it. It went in deeper. Something was driving it deeper every few seconds. It was a nail. I screamed as I felt another one in my right shoulder and my back. I could feel the sweat and warm blood pouring down my body.
He grabbed the top of my head with his hand and pressed down. Letting out a sound of pleasure. "You. You fucking sadist..." I said between cries. "Oh? Do you want some-" I felt another pain shoot through my thigh as he hit it with the back of the hammer. "MORE?!" He screamed. I threw my head back, letting my voice show the physical pain that was happening.
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Not So Super
ActionThis is a story about two vigilantes, the gritty, gun-totting Death and the careless, wall-running Shade. When, Death is kidnapped by the mysterious killer of his sister as he tried to attack him, Shade in a raid on the compound in which Death is be...
