Page 41 of Vice

“Yeah. Nothing. Just…” Harp looks at me and suddenly jumps and stumbles back.

I don’t know what it is that he’s seeing, but whatever it is spooks him when I step closer and say, “What’s wrong?”

He falls backward. Viper manages to catch him, causing him to falter and cower even more. Whatever the drug cocktail he was given is doing its job magnificently.

While Viper grabs a pair of handcuffs to cuff the man’s hands behind his back, I go back to the whips Harp was just looking at. After a moment of contemplation, I settle on a leather flogger. Heavy enough to leave some marks and welts, but not so heavy to hurt him too badly. I’m not trying to make him bleed.

By the time I turn around, Viper has thrown the man into the love seat. As I approach, the man begins to cower back into the chair and whimper.

“Pathetic,” Viper mutters when I’m standing next to him.

“No need to be afraid,” I say to Harp. “We just have a few… questions.”

I hit him with the flogger. I’m aiming for the front of his chest, but whatever illusion he sees when he looks at me because of the drugs he’s on causes him to turn and cower back toward the back of the couch and I end up hitting his leg instead.

“You’re going to make this difficult,” I say. “It doesn’t have to be difficult.”

“Don’t have too much fun with him,” Viper says to me though he finds as much amusement in this as I do. “We don’t have a lot of time to get that information out of him.”

I can’t help it though. This man has probably never been even a percent of a percent as terrified as anything as he is right now because of the drug cocktail running through him making me look like the greatest nightmare his brain can conjure. Probably has never known what actual humiliation is. So I can’t help but take a perverse satisfaction and pleasure in the fact that I’m instilling it in him right now. Especially after the previous night.

Still. Viper’s right.

I hit Harp’s naked body with the flogger again. This time harder.

“A few weeks ago, you signed off on two shipments. A shipment of adults and a shipment of children. Where did you send the children?”

“I don’t…” He cowers backwards and whimpers as I hit him with the flogger again. “I don’t know. I don’t know.”

“You do know,” I snap and hit him hard, this time hitting his cock which is still hard. Harp lets out a howl. “Shut up! We don’t want anyone to hear, do we?”

“Don’t worry. The room’s soundproof,” Viper offers blithely from where he’s still standing next to me with his arms crossed.

“In that case,” I amend, “Scream as much as you want. I like it.”

I hit Harp again, this time on his back because of the way he’s twisted in his chair trying to get away from me.

“Where did you send them?”

“I don’t—”

I hit him again, this time getting closer to him, causing the man to nearly flop out the chair trying to avoid me. Viper wrenches him back into the chair and pulls on his hair to force him to look at me causing the man to scream in terror.

“You know,” I snarl.

“I d—”

I hit him again. And this time I don’t let up. I want him to feel this pain and feel the terror until he tells me what I want to know.

When I finally let up, I raise my leg and dig my knee into groin and cock, pressing painfully into it, causing him to jump and squirm and try to get away, but there’s nowhere else for him to go. Not with Viper now holding him in place, not with my leg pinned against him.

“I can’t… I don’t… Pray.”

Of course. Of course, facing the wrath of Stephen Pray is a more terrifying prospect than whatever nightmare his drug addled brain can come up with.

“You sure you don’t want to resort to more traditional torture?” Viper asks.

“Only if we need to. And I don’t think we need to yet. I don’t think we’ll need to at all,” I say as I put the flogger down on the bed behind me and go back to Harp’s display of toys.

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