NYLA
I was tied to a chair, they brought a mirror and put it in front of me.
"I'm going to get rid of your every asset." Deandra said as she brought scissors to my hair. She started cutting off all of my hair, I wanted to cry but I kept a poker face. After she cut it low enough, she took a barbers clippers and shaved my head clean.
"Time for that pretty face." She laughed as Rocko brought a belt and hit me in my face with the huge buckle that resembled the ones from those western movies. He hit me over and over again all over my body. I felt warm blood dripping down my head. I felt myself floating in and out of conciousness, and the pain continued. Every part of my body shivered with every hit. Eventually it became unbearable and I felt myself float out of conciousness.
I felt my body stinging as I shivered from the cold liquid that flew onto my body.
"Lemon juice. Yum." Deandra said as she licked my face. My eyes were swollen shut, and I started to shake uncontrollably.
"Give me some time alone with her." Rocko demanded, Deandra pouted and headed upstairs.
"Just me and you now, girl." He said as he unbottoned his shirt. I hung there helplessly as tears started to roll down my face.
KENNETH
I knew the location, it was Rocko's home just outside the city. Landon, Rodrick and I hauled ass to his house. I was doing a good 150mph. I was just hoping I didn't get pulled over. We successfully made it to his house and I used the butt of my machine gun to bust the door open. We walked around the house quietly and didn't find a soul. I headed down to the basement and saw Rocko groaning as he forced himself inside Nyla. I wanted to torture him, the way he was torturing her, but I lost it and started firing off shots and emptied my entire clip. I went over to him and took the back of my long gun and beat it into his face until he was unrecognizable.
"Nyla.. Nyla.. Wake up" I cried as I unchained her. She limps body fell into my arms.. Her face was covered in knots and her hair was completely gone. I rocked her back and forth.
"Landon!" I called for him.
"What's - Got damn." He said as he rushed to my side.
"Nigga, look like swiss cheese." Rodrick said as he approached the bloody scene. They looked away when they saw Nyla.
"Where's Deandra?" Landon asked. Just then, we heard rushing footsteps. Rodrick ran up the stairs and came back minutes later dragging her down the stairs by her hair. Her body bumped on each step.
"Let me go!" She yelled.
"Shut the fuck up bitch!" Rodrick dragged her up and slammed her back down.
"We gon' fuck you up since yo nigga dead." He spat as they chained her to a chair.
"I'ma take Nyla to the hospital. Y'all can handle shit. I'll call you when I get there." Landon said as he took her from me. Once they were gone, Rodrick went upstairs and found Nair hair removal cream. I smoothed the cream on her head. At first, it didn't seem to bother her, I looked at Rodrick confused but he nodded to give me reassurance. After 5 minutes she started screaming as her hair started to fall off in clumps and boils formed on her scalp. We watched her scream in pain.
"Please, stop it. Stop!" She yelled.
Rodrick and I just sat back and watched. Rodrick ran upstairs and boiled a big pot of all the oils he could find in the kitchen. He came back down with oven mits and the huge pot. I wasn't for this torture shit, I was a shoot first, ask questions later. But he seemed to know all about this torture business.
"Please. Please don't! Just kill me!" She screamed.
"Nah, you gon' live with this shit." Rodrick said as he threw the oil on her. Her skin started to burn and fry, she shook and hollered. Even Rodrick and I were surprised at how her skin was melting off. She had 3rd degree burns all over her body, I was just hoping it didn't kill her cause I wanted her to live her life suffering.
"Now, you can walk around like this for the rest of your life. If you tell anyone or ever come near my girl again..next time we won't be so kind. Take Care." I said as we left her in the basement. I rushed to go to the hospital to see my girl. As I got to the hospital Landon and Ranae were already in the room with her.
"How's she doing?" I asked. Her head had a big bandage on it and she had stitches near her eyebrow. Her face was cut and swollen, I honestly didn't want to face her but I wanted to be there when she woke up.
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