Suddenly I hear a chuckle above me. No, multiple chuckles above me. My eyes pop open and all I can do is stare at the wall of guys. I glance over all five of them. Then my eyes zoom in on the man that has his arms around my waist. " I-I'm s-sor-ry"...
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I stomp my way down into the basement to have a little stress relief. By stress relief I mean beat the living daylights out of the people that hurt my kitten. Getting to the bottom of the steps I look up to see the three scums tied to chairs. Kitten's Parents had the decency to look scared, while her oblivious sister on the other hand did not. She just watched me with fluttering eyelashes. She sighed, "Oh! Took you long enough to come down here and get me babe. Your men wouldn't listen to me when I told them that they had me tied up here, and should let me go." I stared at her with an emotionless face. I just stare at her, "You are...," She starts talking over me, "I know beautiful. I Knew you-," I cut her off before she said something she would regret with," –so stupid." Her mouth starts opening and closing like a fish. I walk over to her and bend to her level while grabbing a strand of her hair between my thumb and forefinger. She slightly leans away causing me to smile and sharply jerk her head back towards me by the strand of hair. "It would be smart for you not to move away from me unless I tell you to, girl." This girl, that I still can't believe is even remotely related to my kitten, just stares at me with a horrified look. When she doesn't even acknowledge that she heard me I jerk on her hair again. This time I think I even pulled some of her hair out if her skull. "Do you understand?" She shakily answers with a yes. I grin maliciously and stand with a nod, "Good." Slowly I turn and start towards her parents and stand in front of them for a moment. I suddenly rear back and slam my foot into Christian's knee twice causing a sharp yelp to emit from his mouth. Without looking away from them I yell out, "Let's hang them out to dry." They all look confused until Ryan comes in with three big hooks and three more hooks start to lower from the ceiling. I walk over to a chair in the corner of the room. I take my time getting comfortable as they get hung up.
Once they are strung up I can hear them lightly whimper and whine as their body weight pulls on their arms. I smirk and ask," So who wants to tell me why you treat kitten so bad?" They all look at me confused. Groaning I lean forwards and whisper, "Anna. Who wants to tell me why you treat Anna so bad?" They all look down and say nothing. I slowly lean back in my chair and cross my arms asking one last time. "Are you all sure you don't want to talk?" When none of them react I nod my head. "Alright then." Without looking away from them I calmly say" Spray em'." Then the screeches begin. Some of you may think I spray people with acid or boiling liquid of some sort. NO, no, no, I do something simpler and what I feel is worse. You see in the basement of my home there are some water pipes that come straight out of a deep well. And wells seem to have ice cold, freeze your fingers off if you are in too long, water. Not only that but when I started looking around I had found an old fire hose hooked up to those same pipes. Are you starting to understand now? Just in case you don't, and just because I like saying it, I'll tell you anyway. We spray people with freezing cold water out of a firehose that sprays at over 234 miles an hour. It's like going through hale on a motorcycle. Yeah it's painful, and definitely fun to watch. After about two minutes I wave my hand and the water stops letting the idiots all gasp. Did I forget to mention that when being sprayed hard with freezing water you almost can't breathe? No? Oh, well now you know, and so do they. I just watch as they swing by the ropes gasping to collect enough air. "So, any volunteers to talk now?" They all look at each other Jane shakes her head very lightly. She doesn't think I saw her. "No?" I question;" Nobody wants to say anything?" the daughter looks at me for a second then looks at the floor. I tilt my head and, as nicely as I can, ask her if she has anything to say. "Do you have something you want to tell me Selina?" She once again looks up at me then glances over at her mother and father who are glaring, ever so lightly, at her. She just looks back at the floor and softly says no. Giving a big sigh I stand up and start towards another door on the other side of the room. "Okay then. Well, I guess we will try again another day." I walk out with the guards and leave them hanging in the room.
