"You are... so undeniably beautiful, darling." His eyes moved across my face, my entire face, as the compliment falls breathlessly from his lips.
I see the blush on my cheeks redden as I stare into the camera. "Yeah, right." My tone completely denyi...
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"All you have to do, is tell me." I watch as Landon circles the chained up bastard who tried sneaking into one of my warehouses.
His eyes are swollen shut as blood gushes down his face onto his clothes. Still choosing to remain silent, Landon walks over to the table grabbing a crow bar.
"You know I've always favored Carrie." The man's eyes become terrified, watching as Landon tosses his favorite metal bar back and forth between his hands.
"Imma let you in on a little trick of mine." His eyes becoming lethal as he stands behind him whispering loud enough for me to hear.
Yesterday he was arguing with an eight year old boy over the best ice cream flavor, now he's leaning over a man who he beat the shit out of with a crow bar looking creepy as fuck.
Ladies and gentlemen my best friend, the bipolar nut job.
"Some people would just use this corner right here, to beat the shit out of you," he drops his arms on top of the mans bloody shoulders, holding the bar out for him to see, while he whispers in his ear. "and don't get me wrong that's nice but I just don't see where the fun is in that. Instead I like to use the short end more as a knife and you know really slam it in, and you have to use just enough force to or it won't puncture the skin." He starts laughing like a crazy person in his ear.
"You see that man there." Landon points towards where I'm standing. "That's my boss and he can be a very forgiving man when he wants to be, but if you don't start talking soon, he's not going to spare you." Groaning in pain he keeps his head tilted down.
"I'm gonna tell you the truth here man, only because I feel like this whole situation has brought us closer together, I mean it's quite a bonding experience." Using his elbows he leans his entire body weight onto the bastards shoulders. "I uh-mmm. See this part is always a little hard to admit."
"When he gives me the order to," I watch as Landon slides his right hand over his throat making gurgling noises, theatrically.
" I'm going to have to follow through. But just so you know, sometimes when I use Carrie here to do it, I just can't find it in myself to stop. I get a little stab happy."
Finally the man reacts, thrashing in the seat he's bound to as the chains around his body keep him down. "Let me out of here!"
"You ready to start talking?"
"I don't know anything!" He lies, screaming as he bleeds onto the floor when Landon brings the crow bar down into his knee cap.
"See, something tells me you're lying to me right now, buddy."
"I'm telling you the truth!" He screams, lying again.
Bringing the crowd bar down to his other knee cap with more force, Landon shoves it down farther this time using his palm. "Strike two. Unless you want Carrie to see the inside of your scull, I suggest you not lie to me again."
