Tattoo Artist | o. diaz

cuarenta: wild night

⚠️ Lot of torture

"Really? You still use that line? No one even called you Spooky until- you bitch!" Alejandra spat the blood out of her face and Oscar smiled when he saw a tooth fly out after he punched her.

"You still don't know when to shut the hell up, do you?"

Alejandra chuckled and smiled up at Oscar. "I'm not like your new bitch. I speak up and I don't listen to people, but you knew that."

"Call her a bitch one more time, I swear to fucking God." Enrique gritted out, walking forward until Pablo and Sad Eyes pushed him back.

Alejandra smiled again, but it disappeared when a dirty, wet rag was stuffed in her mouth to prevent her from talking. "Electricity or acid first?" Oscar asked, smirking at Alejandra who went wide-eyed when she realized Oscar wasn't pranking her.

"I say we cut, then acid."

"I call stabbing." Enrique chimed in. He flipped around his butterfly knife, before putting it back in his pocket. "Wait, I have bigger ones." Enrique ran down the hallway and came back a few minutes later with a pack. It's the one you would see Gordon Ramsay open up with like 15 pockets of different types of knives. "So we could be butchers, or we could be me when I cook a potato in a microwave." Enrique suggested, holding up a butcher knife and a small, sharp ended knife.

"Shank her so she lives longer to go through it, dumbass." Sad Eyes rolled his eyes and shook his head at Enrique. "Who the hell cooks a potato in a microwave?"

"Oh, I'm sorry we're not all chefs."

"Bitch, just bake it or cut it up and fry it."

"Can you stop talking about potatoes and get to the torture? I gotta get home to Venus and Luis."

"Bet."

Like a movie, everyone took a turn cutting Alejandra's arms, legs, chest and stomach. When it was Oscar's turn, he lifted up her face and smiled at her tears. "You could've went to Los Angeles, become a model and never come back like you wanted to. Now look where you're at. Tragic." While still looking in her eyes, Oscar held her face and stabbed right below her heart, twirling the knife around before pulling it out. He pulled out the rag from her mouth and threw it to the side. "Why'd you kidnap Luis?"

"Just let me go home." Alejandra pleaded, sobbing as she felt the burning sensation of every open wound on her body. "I'm sorry! I just wanted you back, but you're so invested in that little bitch!"

Pablo pursed his lips, shaking his head before throwing ice cold water at her. Alejandra screamed and started shivering due to the coldness and the lack of clothes she decided to put on in the morning. "Why'd you kidnap Luis?"

"Because they made me! The Prophets said if I brought Luis to them, they'd kill Venus. You and I would've been happy together and you'd never see them again." Alejandra smiled. Oscar shook his head, truly beliving Alejandra was high and drunk or actually psychotic. "I wanted us to have that again. To have get married and have a baby."

"Tough luck. I don't love you. In fact, after meeting Venus, I don't think I ever did love you. Just inlove with the thought of having someone." Oscar nodded towards Pablo and he threw more of the water at Alejandra. "You're lucky we're running out of time, otherwise I would torture you more. I have a family to get back to." Oscar told her, putting some type of strap around her head and confusing her.

Alejandra couldn't feel it because of the cuts and the coldness, but attached to the back of her shorts were jump cables. All the Santos backed up, stepping out of the puddle of water and blood they created while Alejandra sat in the chair, drenched, cold nd confused.