Queens

Ch.17- Irrational Impulse

I've been on a streak with updating this that I completely forgot about my other books. Sadly since i'm a dumb bitch without an updating schedule there prolly won't be an update for this book for another week or two 🙈

Enjoy this, I'm going to make it as long as possible. Maybe slip in a lil sum sum if you know what I mean, someone said they wanted top Normani 😼

The first half of this chapter includes torture so prepare yourself. There is sexual torture in this chapter cause I deadass hate Coi Leray so..I'll put a warning, PLEASE SKIP IF SITUATIONS LIKE THAT ARE TRIGGERING FOR YOU.

Ryan's POV

Wayne had texted me earlier telling me he had everything set up for me. I parked outside his warehouse, getting all my tools ready.

Just before I could get out, my phone started to ring. I flipped it over, seeing it was Normani.

"Hello ?"

"Ryan where are you ? You haven't been home in 3 days. Everyone is worried about you, I'm worried about you."

"Mani you should know by now that I handle things a lot differently than you or the rest of the crew would. Look just know I'll be back in like an hour or two."

"Okay."

I sighed, rubbing my temples. I could already hear the attitude in her tone. I'm definitely in for an earful when I get home.

"Are you mad at me ?"

"Nah." And just like that she hung up on me.

I shrugged it off, putting my phone back in my pocket and walking into the location. A guard led me to the room I was meant to be in and left me alone.

I opened the door and Coi was sitting strapped up with duct tape on her mouth. It looked like she'd already been through a lot before I got here so I guess I need to be the last straw.

I walked steadily up to her, circling around her until I was behind her. I grabbed a hand full of her hair and tugged her head back, feeling disgusted when it resulted in a moan from her.

"So you like that rough shit ? I hope you're ready because you're in for a rough ride." I slowly took off her jeans, smirking at the thought of what I was gonna do to her. "If I remember correctly....you have a gun shot wound right....here." I used my pinky finger and stuck it as deep as I could into the hole.

"Now what intrigues me is....I don't think there's an exit wound." She screamed in agony as I played with the bullet with my finger, pushing it even deeper inside. I finally got up and walked over to the table with weapons, grazing my fingers over them and trying to pick my weapon.

"Now we're gonna play a really fun game, I don't know what to call it yet but I thought maybe I'd test it out with you. Do you wanna pick which game we play ?" I showed her three different tools, clampers, my gun and electrical clamps.

She immediately pointed to the clampers but I picked the gun instead.

"Lay her on that table." The workers immediately strapped her to the table, exactly how I wanted her with no questions asked.

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I ripped the tape of her mouth as I trailed the gun from the top of her head to the bottom of her lips.

"Open." She refused staring right at me.

I grabbed her chin forcefully and shoved my gun inside. "You know...If I pulled the trigger right now, you're life would be completely over. Just like that...dead." A tear trickled from her eyes and I wiped it away quickly.