The Boss's Daughter

11

I lead the boys to the tool room in the warehouse. We enter the room and I instruct Adam and Drew to tie Remus up so that his arms are each up at an angle. When he's secure, I move the metal table in the room to be right against his crotch. He's still knocked out. That won't do. That just won't do at all.

     I climb onto the table and position myself so that I'm sitting on the edge with the disgusting man between my knees. "Reeemus. Wake up, Remus," I sing. He stirs slightly, but doesn't lift his head. "I said wake the fuck up." I slap his face on the word 'wake.'

     He groans and slightly lifts his head. "Where am I?"

     "You're in my play room!" I enthuse. "And I can't wait to show you all of my toys." That wakes him up. He jerks his head up, now fully aware. He looks right into my eyes. "What? Don't you recognize me, Remus? Think reeeaaal hard."

     "We'll just leave you alone now, ma'am," Drew says, awkwardly pointing to the door.

     "Don't you fucking move!" I yell. He and Adam stop. Then I turn my attention back to Remus. "So. You figured it out yet?" He trembles in terror as he shakes his head 'no.' I smile. "Well. That's alright. We've got plenty of time."

     I move my legs and hop off the table. I find a pair of scissors hanging on the wall with the other tools and swing them around my finger. I slowly step closer to Remus. When I reach him, I begin cutting away at his clothes, leaving him only in his dirty underwear.

     I return the scissors to their place on the wall and look at the many different tools. There are drills, saws, screwdrivers, hammers, and anything else you'd find in a tool shed. I already know what I'm going to do to Remus. I just enjoy the anticipation.

     My eyes land on the hatchet. A smirk spreads across my face as I take the small axe from its place resting on the tool board pegs. I hear Remus's breathing pick up, and my smile grows. I turn on my heel and amble towards the table. Remus starts struggling against his restraints. I walk past him and stand right in front of Adam and Drew.

     "Go put his dick on the table," I say to neither of them in particular.

     Their eyes go wide. "W-what?" Adam stammers.

     I roll my eyes. Then I swing the hatchet up so that the handle is behind his neck, grab the other end of the handle, and yank his big head down to my level. I can see the fear in his eyes more prominently now that they're so close to mine.

     I make my voice low and stern. "Walk your happy ass over there. Pull his tighty fucking whities down to his knees. And put. His fucking dick. On the table," I pause between words to enunciate. "Because I refuse to touch the fucking thing, for one. And for two, if you don't, it'll be your dick on the table, do you catch my fucking drift, Adam, or am I going to have to ask you again?"

     "Y-y-yes, ma'am," he says.

     I squint. "We're going to have to do something about that stammer," I say. Then I release him from my grip with the hatchet. He swallows hard and reluctantly makes his way toward Remus. He obeys my orders, and Remus shakes with fear.

     I saunter over to the table to see what all the fuss is about. I take a look at his pecker and am immediately underwhelmed and unimpressed. It's no bigger than a damn crayon.

     "This?" I say, loosely gesturing to it with the axe. "This is what you're so fucking proud of?" I scoff. "I've seen cats with more impressive dipsticks than you."

     Without another word, I raise the hatchet up and swing it back down, connecting with the table. Remus screams out in pain. Adam and Drew wince and look away, horrified. I look down to admire my work to see that I've only severed the head. Tears drench Remus's hideous face.

     I suck air between my teeth. "Oh gosh, look at me, I am so sorry about that!" I sarcastically say. "Ah geez, that's my bad." I place my hand on my chest for dramatic effect. "Here, allow me to fix that," I smile.

     I repeat my previous action, this time leaving only a half inch of his length left. This time, he passes out. I laugh. Drew looks like he might throw up. I slowly step over to the men and prop the hatchet up on my shoulder.

     "Let it be known that this is what happens when you fucking cross me," I growl. "And don't you boys think for a damn second that I am even remotely finished with this fucker." I take a step closer and lower my voice. "You two belong to me now. At least one of you needs to be at that door at all times. Nobody, and I mean nobody, not even my meddlesome father, comes into this room, got that?"

     They frantically nod. "Yes ma'am." They speak simultaneously.

     "Good. Now get out."