Page 49 of We Are All Sinners

Being the higher ups has its advantages when digging up shit on people within our organization. We diligently keep records of everything. If anyone fucks up, we know about it.

She fucked up using doctors who kept very thorough records of everything, including all dealings with the queen.

“Guards, please bring Mark and Vivian, oh I mean, purple and green, into the playroom, and chain them both up. I want him bent over and her chained in the corner. Mrs. Devereaux likes for everyone to address them buy color, kind of the way they had their pets in their hell house of horrors. The women there went by colors and numbers, so that they weren’t able to use each other’s names to be able to tell anyone who they were. Sin and Savvy Devereaux tend to go with the logic of an eye for an eye.” Alec chuckles, directing us to the toys laid out for us, picking up two remotes, “Pick your color, purple or green?” Alec smiles, holding out the remotes that literally have a dog paw on them.

“I will take purple. Thanks.” Liam grabs the remote, while Noah takes the green one.

“I’m more of a hands-on kind of tormenter.” I explain to Alec, whose grin turns slightly sinister, and instantly, I know he is just like us, wanting blood for someone this oxygen thief hurt or took something from.

“What’s your girl’s name again?” I ask the guy willing to risk his life to make sure she stays safe. Not many men in this hierarchy have the balls to question the next Diocese, let alone the next King, on where they stand with the treatment of women.

I have to admit, I can’t wait to see what he does next.

“Magnolia June, or her friends call her, MJ. Like you with your girl, I prefer to call her mine. She is Christian and Savvy’s niece, and the only reason he has let us come in. He knows what Boudreaux did to her. Out of respect, and the fact that I didn’t exactly give him a choice, he is allowing us some time to play.”Alec replies, picking up a cattle prod and a fake rubber dick looking them over.

I walk past the table, cracking my knuckles. I don’t need any fancy toys; my fists have always served me well.

The guards remove their ball gags as I walk up to Vivian. I reach in my back pocket, pulling out a picture of Evie, holding it up in front of her face, “Do you know who this is?” I ask, almost growling at the old bitch.

“Should I? One of my many pets maybe?” the fucking cunt has the audacity to smirk at me.

My questioning glare fades as I back hand her, “You are a piece of shit. This is your daughter.” She licks the blood from her lip. I usually don’t hit women, but as far as I’m concerned, this bitch is nothing but a demon. I’ve seen all of her files, including what our teams found in the homes the queen had, and now know everything about her.

“I’m guessing you are the Saint who is going to be passing her around to your friends over there.” She nods to the guys and immediately starts jerking, that smirk wiped right off of her face as Noah presses a button on the remote.

“Bitch don’t talk about my little sister like that! That’s just gross!” Noah shouts as he releases the button on the remote.

She hangs from the silver, metal chains with her head down, her dark brown matted hair clinging to her damp face. Slobber,with a tinge of blood, hangs from her chin almost down to the floor. Her chest heaves with her eyes looking straight ahead, completely void of any form of a human soul residing behind them.

“Shit, sorry Brix, guess I should have started with the yellow button. My bad.” Noah chuckles, looking at the remote, then shrugs, “What are you gonna do? Damage already done.” He shocks her again for good measure, nodding when he feels like she has had enough.

I deadpan him, knowing I won’t get shit from her now.

“What? She shouldn’t have talked about my little sis like that. Nasty bitch!”

“How about you Douchey Boudreaux?” I ask, as I make my way over to where he is tied facedown to a bench. His arms, legs, and head are strapped to where he can’t move at all. He just has to lay there and take whatever we decide to give him.

I hold the picture of Evie in front of his face as I squat down to look at him under the bench. The head rest has a hole in it similar to the ones that massage parlors use.

“You selfish little bastard. You couldn’t stay away from her. Now you are the reason she is going to die. I gave her a life without you. She was free. Now she will die because of you.” His voice stays completely monotone, while his eyes never leave the picture of Evie.

He just stares at the picture with a stone gaze, his eyes only showing a hint of emotion for a split second, then are void of any life once again.

His words slice through me like a hot dagger piercing the very pit of my soul.

“Fuck you Boudreaux, you have no fucking clue what you are talking about! Don’t worry though asshat, I will always take care of Genevieve. She doesn’t even want to know you. She wants you dead for what you did to her friend Emily.” I look to Liam, who hits him with a jolt of electricity.

His body goes stiff, convulsing a bit before he pisses himself and Liam lets up.

“You fucked up when you hurt the only girl, besides my mother and pipsqueak, that I have ever cared about. Now I get to hurt you. I’m apparently in a long line of people who want to fuck you up, and by the looks of it, in more ways than one, judging by the size of that rubber dick Alec is about to fuck you with.” Liam explains to the fucker why he is about to be tortured before he drops the remote.

He grabs a metal whip that almost looks like a sparkler decoration for the fourth of July. It has five or six thick strands of metal. Razor wire wraps tightly around each whip, hanging from the leather handle.

“Wait, you can’t kill him. That has razor blades. Use the bullwhip, I swore to Sin that they would all still be alive when wewere he gets back. Interrogate, hell, beat the ever-loving shit out of him, but leave him alive!” Alec almost pleads.

I really need to get to know exactly how Sin Devereaux, who has been a Saint all of five minutes, has Alec, of all people, shaking in his shiny black oxfords.

Liam drops it on the ground and grabs the bullwhip on the table with a stifled growl. He looks it over, feeling the weight of it in his hands as he carries it back over behind Boudreaux.

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