Wicked Secrets

Chapter 22

A/N: WARNING! This is a male's torturer's dream! Unless you are exposed to the dark side, you may not want to read this. You have been warned. 

Hell couldn't be any crueler than this.

Corine was struggling against her bonds but refused to scream under her deranged torturer.

He was smirking at her, infuriating, playing with the weapons at hand and testing them out on her like some... some... guinea pig!

He was twisting the knife over and over and he threw it... so close to the leg but untouching.

Another damn throw just to make her squirm.

But she will not.

Another.

Will not.

She was already tired of this and just smile when her tormentor reached another knife. If this was the best he could do, go ahead.

But this time, it wasn't a fake throw.

Swish!

Right to her kneecap.

No... it was not that painful. She will not scream.

Another to her other knee cap.

You bitch!

But she will not scream.

Then to her shoulder blades.

Will not.

The other.

Won't.

Her tormentor didn't seem to bother to remove the knives but stopped throwing. Staring at her like a piece of artwork.

He approached her and Corine remained defiant at his steely gaze.

He approached her, took one gaze at her. Then removed one of the knifes from her kneecap.

Slowly. Deliberately. God. Who knew that could hurt?

And once the knife was finally removed, Corine sighed in relief but later almost gave out a squirm.

That guy decided to plunge it back and it's twice as painful!

He was waiting, Corine was sure of it.

Waiting to hear her screams.

But she will not even give him that pleasure.

Then he twisted the knife.

What a bitch!

It was agonizing and it did not stop there.

Then, without fail, he started twisting the knives on the body parts like she was something needed to be fixed, doing it roughly as she was nothing more than a second hand clock until...

"AHHHHH!!!!!"

There, that scream, that beautiful, glorious scream that this guy was listening to like it was music from his fave pop band.

Then he sighed and stopped, giving Corine a moment's relief until he came back with something else.

Corine's eyes widen but did not show any fear. Refused to.

A thumbscrew and syringes.

She had heard screams down the basement of the former hideout. She had seen what happens in torture chambers.

She could only imagine what he was gonna do.

First he poked a syringe in her neck at one of her pressure points no less, twisting it, all to hear Corine scream.