The Devil In The Girl

Chapter 18 - Torture

I swiftly changed before we left to go to the restaurant. I decided to go with this look:

Matt managed to find a really good, expensive, high quality sushi bar a few miles from where we were. He chose to take this car:

As we pulled into the lot and got out of our car, all eyes were fixed on us. Matt and I walked in the restaurant, not caring about the glances or judgemental looks we got. We ordered our meal and drinks and I ordered a traditional California roll to-go. When our very attractive waitress walked away, Matt asked "Why to-go? You're not planning on giving that hostage of yours food, are you??"

"No, of course not. But, I am..." I reached into my coat pocket and pulled out a tiny glass bottle. "...going to poison her."

"Already? But it's too soon! If you kill her now you can't have fun torturing her!"

"No no no. This isn't a lethal poison. All it will do is make her vomit a few times and make her feel miserable and sick. I'm ordering her sushi so I can put the poison in it, but also so she actually has something to throw up."

"You do realize that you're going to have to clean it up, right?"

"My plan is to clean everything up and spray perfume everywhere. If she gets it on her clothes she'll have to deal with it."

The waitress brought out our food. When she left, he asked "How long do you plan on keeping her?"

"A few days, maybe a week." Matt peered at me. "Just enough to make everyone know that I am the bad bitch, not her."

"Do you think you'll kill her?" His voice filled with curiosity.

"Maybe. We'll see."

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As we got home, I dripped the poison into the 2 pieces of sushi on the bottom. When I was done, I walked into the basement.

"Oh my god I'm starving! Did you bring me some?"

"Yes." I practically threw the to-go box at her. "Now stop talking and eat it before I do myself."

I sat across from her while watching her scarf down the food. As she took the last bite, she commented "That tasted kind of weird."

"I don't know why. Oh wait..." I devilishly grinned. "Maybe because I put poison in it."

Her face showed all of her emotions. Fear, panic, alarm, and helplessness. I continued with "Did you know that it takes about 7 seconds for food to reach your stomach? Fascinating." She swallowed hard. "Oh, and if you are poisoned..." I slowly walked up to her until we were face to face. "Eh. You'll figure it out soon enough." I chuckled.

I walked back over to my chair, a good 5 feet away and sure enough, I saw her starting to gag and turn pale. Finally, she violently puked all over everywhere. She paused, breathing heavy, then vomited again and again. After about 5 straight minutes of that, she stopped and looked at me. First she looked tired, but then it shifted more into terror. "Are you scared?" I questioned.

"No. Not at all. I have this horrified look on my face because I'm having so. Much. Fun."

"Watch your mouth, bitch." I slapped her, making her throw up again but I moved out of the way on time. I opened the door to go get the torture devices. "You're leaving again? Does that mean we're done?" She let out a sigh of relief.

"Oh honey, you got it all wrong."

We're just getting started