(Sequel to Two Gangs and a Golden Girl)
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"If you even think about touching me, I will literally rip off your arm," I growl when Xavier prowls closer. He doesn't stop. His poison green eyes drill into mine.
"I will have you, Marigold, and we will...
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"I WON'T DO IT AGAIN! I SWEAR!" the rapist screams.
I sigh before wiping some blood off of my maroon jacket with my handkerchief. This one's a bleeder. I hate those. It's no fun to keep cleaning my handkerchief and they always die quicker.
"Paul, get me the grater, please," I ask and Paul silently leaves to do just that.
"Pleaseeeee! I swear I won't ever be late on a payment! It's only two grant! Why are you killing me for two grant!" he cries. I watch as blood drips from his hands that's still tied to the hard, iron chair. His fingers are twisted at different angles from the thumb screws I used.
"You think it's the money I care about? What about Emily Smith, age sixteen? What about Jessica Thomas, age fourteen? Or Olivia and Eleanor Green? Both twelve? Or what about Alice? Is Alice Porter, age eight not a good enough reason for me to kill you?" I ask with disdain while waiting for Paul to bring me a grater.
"What? Why do you care about them? You're a fucking gang leader. You're not no saint either," the man spits. Blood mixed with saliva lands on my polished black shoe and slowly, a smile starts to form on my lips.
Paul joins us again and hands me the grater. I look the rapist over.
"A man with no regrets I see. Isn't this just grate?" I ask before bringing the metal closer to his arm.
"What are you doing? Get away! GET AWAY!" the man yells as I start grating the side of his arm. Screams pierce the air and blood starts flowing again. Not only is he a bleeder, but a screamer too. Ewww.
"Paul, finish him off," I instruct before leaving the cold, wet cell.
I look to my left and the second rapist is shivering in his corner. He's even worse than bleeder back there. That's why I'm saving him for last. I want him to shit his pants at how the others are screaming.
Just as I start climbing the stairs, I hear a new set of screams emerge and I know Paul is probably enjoying himself. I just hope for the rapist's sake that he doesn't cuss too much. Paul won't keep him alive for long if that's the case.
