Between Stripes

N I N E T E E N

"Right through here. Have fun you two." Victor pushed open a door and I walked through. He winked as I walked by.

The room was dark and dimly light. Two men sat bound to chairs. Bandages hid their eyes, covered their mouths and cuffs locked their hands into place.

Nearby, a long table held an assortment of weapons. They varied from kitchen knives to machine guns to a simple baseball bat.

"Oh J, you treat me so good." I squealed before rushing to the table. My eyes settled on a long, metal, baseball bat. Slowly I stepped toward it. Snatching it up, I whirled round to see the men sitting quietly.

I walked over, each step painfully slow. The baseball bat rested on my shoulder. Jerome stood at the door. He watched curiously. So I decided to put on the whole show.

"I've been waiting to have some fun. Now, you boys can help me with that." I purred. Each word was slow and dramatic. Suddenly, I swung the bat. It smacked the first man in the stomach. A loud groan was muffled behind the bandage. Also a loud crunch erupted from the end of my bat.

"Oh-ho-oh!" I giggled before changing my voice to a hiss. "That sounded almost perfect."

I paused dramatically.

"But, I think we'll have to try again. It needs to be louder, much louder, on your behalf of course." I smirked, swinging the bat before pelting his midriff again. This time, the crunch was incredibly loud. If that bandage wasn't covering his mouth, he'd have definitely screamed.

"That's what I call perfect." I said before whirling round to face Jerome. "Ya agree J?"

His eyes widened for a mere second. But he soon recovered and grinned. He walked to us. His hands swayed in his pockets.

"Oh, I think it could be better." He growled and I raised an eyebrow. "Blood would make it better."

A stream of giggles left my mouth before I replied, "I see what you mean. Gosh, you'd be a great director."

Jerome handed me a small knife which I took with a grin. To tease Jerome I sat myself on the man's lap. I played with the knife, tracing it lightly over his chest. Jerome growled lightly.

"It's all about the show, J. Entertainment is the most," I paused dramatically, and plunged the knife into the man's shoulder. That earned me an agonising and muffled scream. "Important."

Out the corner of my eye I saw Jerome's smile widen. At least he was entertained.

I tugged the knife out and began to make small marks on his cheeks.

"You understand that, don't ya buddy?" I asked the silent man. It was rhetorical because obviously he understood. If he didn't, he'd probably be screaming.

"And right now, cause of my puddin', I'm super entertained." I whispered before ramming the knife into his neck. Blood spurted out the wound. Some splattered on my face.

"Well that was bloody brilliant." I giggled. Jerome sniggered and walked round to the other man. Damn. I'd forgotten about him.

"How about some target practise?" Jerome suggested and I grinned.

Once we'd found the guns we wanted, we decided to have a little fun with the second man.