“Ashton!” Lauren sobbed.
“What the fuck is wrong with you she’s a little kid!” Luke roared, while just opened and closed my mouth stupidly, struggling to talk or breathe, or do something besides just stare at my little sister.
“This is so much fun.” Brand laughed.
“I am like ninety-nine point nine, nine percent sure you’re going to hell in a hand basket you demonic spawn of satin!” Destiny shouted.
“Why not a hundred percent?” Brad laughed.
“Because I’m point one percent sure someone dropped you on your fucking head.” She spat.
“Ohh, feisty!” Brad laughed, “I like this one! But I’d love to watch Bruce rip her pretty little head off.”
“You named your shark after the shark in Nemo?” Charlie asked.
“It was either that or Jaws, on that was too stereotypical.” Brad replied, “Now shut the hell up before I carve up your pretty little face like a pumpkin.”
Pulling a box cutter out of his pocket, I watched as Luke’s face paled, “Please,” he pleaded, “Don’t hurt her!”
“Okay,” Brad laughed, “How about this one?”
Crossing over to Lauren he placed the box cutter on her cheek.
“Stop! Don’t you dare!” I screamed.
Laughing, Brad stepped away, “How about Erin?”
“Brad don’t!” Luke cried.
“Oh, no one cares about Erin.” He laughed, crossing over to her and placing the box cutter on her cheek.
“She doesn’t deserve that!” I pleaded.
Smirking, Brad took a step away and I watched Erin relax, however a split second later he whirled around and plunged the sharp tool into her thigh. Letting out a blood curling scream, she strained against the ropes holding her securely to her chair.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I shouted.
Chuckling, Brad pulled it out earning another scream from Erin.
“Brad, dude.” James muttered.
“What?” Brad snapped, “She shouldn’t act like such a little slut.”
Sobbing, Erin bent in half, over her wound which had already bled though her shorts.
“You don’t have to torture them.” James mumbled.
“Oh, grow a pair!” Brad laughed, patting Erin on the top of the head.
“Don’t hurt us, please!” Lauren suddenly cried, “I’ll do anything!”
“I’m sorry,” I can’t do that.” Brad sighed, crossing over to her, and caressing her cheek with his thumb.
“Don’t touch her!” I shouted.
“Watch it bongo boy!” Brad spat, “Or I’ll sever off her head with nothing but a butter knife and make you watch!”
“What is wrong with you?” Destiny demanded, “You sick shit, not even Norman bates was this nuts!”
“I want to be famous.” Brad spat.
“You’re gonna be when you’re all over the news for murder!” Charlie spat, “And then you know what’s going to happen, your ass will be face in jail, and then you know what’s going to happen? They’ll tear your bitch ass up! It rhymes with grape pal!”
