Kitten {Kellic} [Book 2]

Chapter 4

Author's Note down there is Gabi's (no f.uckin duh) Anywhoo, enjoy the chapter <3

~Uncles Matty and Oli~

If you'd like to look up what torture instruments Vic is using they're this: Tramp's Chair, a Pimp Stick and a knife. Kellin's dress http://a.dilcdn.com/bl/wp-content/uploads/sites/8/2013/03/cute-and-comfy-2.jpg 

 -Gabi

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I smiled as it screamed in pain relishing in its cries of anguish. I haven't even started yet and it's already screaming.

"So, are you going to tell me?" I asked spinning the long, coiled pieces of metal over the small fire slowly.

"N-never!" It yelled through the little grates of its chair. I rolled my eyes, so dramatic.

"What a shame," I murmured ignoring the way the coat hangers burned my hand slightly, I was used to this pain, besides, it'd hurt my little friend in the chair a lot more than it hurts me. I placed it down in just a way that it would remain hearting until I was ready for it.

I walked towards the iron chair and checked the little pipes under it to make sure everything was in place.

It glared at me, watching as I twisted a few knobs until hot steam burst out of the pipes under its seat. I held back a laugh as it let out a long, pain filled scream. I've been working on this ignominious piece of swine for two days now and I've finally gotten a crack in its armor. They always crack eventually, it's inevitable, some just have a higher pain tolerance than others. This one has proven to be a little tough. But everything breaks in the end.

"Why don't you just tell me now and we can end all of this quickly?" I asked eyeing his bare thighs through the grates until I found what I was looking for. I pulled the black blade from its resting place and walked towards it.

"I wi-will n-never give up my country to you," It spat and I laughed not saying another thing to it as I slammed the knife into its leg cutting its hamstring in half. It howled in agony and I rolled my eyes as it struggled in its restraints. I went and picked up the hot metal and carried it carefully back to where it was sitting.

"Want to talk now?" I hummed. The idiot shook its head and I sighed acting as though this was a pain in the ass, when in all actuality it was the most fun I've had since Kellin got pregnant. I gave it an evil smile and jabbed the metal into its side relishing in the way its skin sizzled a little and he screamed. After twenty minutes, another cut hamstring and many burns later it was in tears.

"Okay, okay," It gasped. "I'll talk! I'll talk!"

Before I could respond my phone rang and I pulled it out angrily and sighed when I saw the name.

"Yes?"

"Viccy, I-I can't stop throwing up and I-I'm all alone and-" Kellin cut off with a sob.

"Alright, give me a minute." I said and hung up before looking at the pig in front of me. "Tell me about the business." I demanded.

"I don't know much- just someone delivers the rats to me and I take them to the man who wants them! That's all I know-"

"Who gives you the children?" I demanded twisting the knife in its leg.

"I don't know his name!" It insisted and said something in Lithuanian.

"What do you know about him then?"

"He's a Lebanese man and he- he gets these kids, I don't know where from but he has someone who buys them off of him and pays me ten thousand euros to drop them off at this site and I don't know what happens after that! That's all I know I swear!" It whimpered, "Please don't kill me! I have kids!"