"I'm sorry. I'm just heartless"

'oh he can say that again'

Blood oozed from my wounds, with my wrists bound tightly behind my back I sat, glancing up at my torturers. They were two adult men, man #1 looked down at me smugly pleased with all the pain he thought he'd in inflicted. He had a bald head and pierced nose, his body was big and he had broad shoulders, quite intimidating some might say. But not me. My face changed from the faked pain expression into my natural sarcastic one.

"You're not very nice, you know that?"

I let out an exaggerated huff.

"I can't wear a bikini now."

The guy just looked at me taken aback slightly but only slightly. It amused me that I'd been here being 'Tortured' for a week, (notice the sarcastic emphasis on 'Tortured') and they still weren't used to me not caring.

"You look like a Dave can I call you Dave?"

My attention was focused on the other guy in the room who, unlike 'meany' with the nose ring (he looked like a bull, a very ugly angry bull) the other guy, Dave, was smaller in body weight also he was tall and buff. He was young and new in this dirty business, the week I'd been here I hadn't seen him.

The young guy didn't answer.

"Yano what? Dave suits you. Yep definitely a Dave."

He shifted his feet, nervously,

"Oh sweetheart. Do I make you nervous?"

Sweat dripped from his forehead. A smirk formed on my face. But before I could continue my fun the door in the room opened. Feet padded up to me. Heavy breathing filled the room. Then a face appeared. It was an ugly face.

"Nice to see you again princess."

"Aww. Did you miss me?"

"Yes I did."

Yep everything was going to plan.

"Come closer."

The two torturers, 'Bull Face' and 'Dave' were still in the room, Dave looking fearfully at his feet with 'Bull Face' looking nervous behind the face in front of me. The body the face belonged to was tall, around 5,9 with broad shoulders and a muscular body, I might have been swooning, might, only he had the ugliest mug ever. A bald head and messy short beard. Brown eyes, not the pretty brown, the Brown that looked like Shit.

He leaned in so my lips were by his ear, his hot sticky breath on my neck, eghh I could be physically sick.

"Maybe you could show me how much you missed me."

I watched as a sadistic grin grew across his face. He stood up straight.

"Kyle. Dave."

Ha! Knew he was a Dave.

"Go prepare a room. Now!"

The two men hurried out followed by their boss, but not after he said;

"Your in for a hell of fun."

His sly smile still painted his on face.

Oh he can say that again.

The door shut behind him, when the last of his footsteps were heard I heard a sarcastic chuckle.
I tilted my head behind me to see the other poor fuck who'd been bought in here too.

"Your gonna fuck him? Seriously. How is that going to help us."

"Oh and you pretending to be unconscious for the past 2 hours has got us anywhere?"

The guy who had been in here with me this past week is a cop an undercover agent, they'd been torturing him to tell them what the CIA knew and who else was involved but so far he hadn't broke. He was strong, anyone else would've broken by now, I admired his strength, but he was going to break soon.
What? It's true.
I hadn't told him how I deliberately got my self caught up in this. But deep down I think he knew I wasn't so innocent.

"I-I didn't want to have to watch what they were doing to you. I'm sorry I had ago I guess you have some sort of plan to get us out so go for it."

I smiled.

"Maybe I just want a little.fun."