Page 60 of Dollhouse

“Yes, I’m going to kill him.” I search her ocean blue eyes for any sign of judgment or fear, but instead I find excitement that makes my dick twitch in my pants.

She sits up on her knees and turns so that she’s facing me. “Be safe, I’ll stay here.” Her small hands fist at my t-shirt and she pulls me down toward her to crush her lips against mine.

It takes every ounce of self-control I can muster to pull away from her delicious lips. “I will be, butterfly. I’ll see you later.”

God, who the fuck is this girl? She doesn’t shy away from blood and isn’t scared of me even after I just told her that I’ll be killing someone. If anything, I think it might’ve turned her on.

I have met my fucking match.

My little butterfly is beginning to blow my mind. Maybe if I’m lucky, she’ll blow my dick later.

Once outside, I hop on the four-wheeler that’s parked in the front of the cabin and drive into the woods where we have our interrogation room and my workshop set up.

I park the four-wheeler beside the two others in front of the brown metal shed and knock three times.

Rowen is the one who unlocks the door to let me in.

The large shed we are in is something we have customized for us for these exact purposes.

It isn’t a huge space, but it’s big enough for the three of us to move around in comfortably and to have our suspect in the room.

Even though we are in the middle of the woods, and no one is around for miles, it’s soundproof because better safe than sorry.

An instant smile spreads across my mouth as I take in the sight in front of me.

The man is already chained up. His arms are bound above his head as he’s hanging from a hook in the ceiling. His toes barely even touch the ground and he’s stripped naked. Pretty bruises line over his body; no doubt from the interrogation he must have gone through at the hands of Eli and Rowen.

“Hello, brothers, what have we learned?” I ask as I intertwine my fingers together and crack my knuckles.

“His name is Joseph, and he’s part of a mercenary group that was hired to handherover to someone unknown. The Westside Disciples found out about the fact she’s wanted and planned to kidnap her and turn them over themselves in exchange for a pretty penny. This is the information we got from Vlad. Joseph here isn’t willing to talk to us,” Eli says from where he’s standing behind the man, his hand fisting his hair at the root.

“Well, it’s not your lucky day, Joseph, you should’ve talked to my brothers. They’re the nice ones.” My words cause a chuckle from the three of us. I gather my long hair into a bun on the top of my head and strip out of my shirt.

“Joseph, who hired you?” I ask casually as I open my toolbox and take out a pair of plier cutters.

He doesn’t respond, exactly as I anticipated. My back is turned toward him, but I hear the sound of a fist connecting with his face and the groan that follows. I turn around just in time to see him spitting blood on the floor. “Fuck you! Fuck all of you! You’ll never get away with this!” Rowen shakes out his fist from the punch.

“Have fun, brother. We’re going to get pizza. We’ve worked up an appetite.” Eli pats me on the back and then he and Rowen are gone.

I close the door but leave it unlocked in case they decide to come back. I don’t want to be interrupted while I am playing with my new toy Vlad has brought me.

“We can either do this the easy way or the hard way. It’s your choice.” He glares at me, spitting more blood onto the floor. Rowen definitely has a mean right hook, and I’m almost positive that punch knocked a tooth out.

“Alright, hard way it is, I guess. Personally, that’s my favorite so I don’t mind.” This is my favorite part of having someone in the workshop.

I choose not to participate in the interrogations—that’s Eli and Rowen’s domain. But when they don’t acquire the information they need, that’s when I get to come in and have some fun.

“Who hired you?” I give him one last chance to answer my question before starting on my work.

“Your mother,” he spits. This little fucker.

With a wide smile and the fakest laugh I could force, I grab his nipple and twist it, causing him to cry out in pain. Stretching his nipple out as far as it will go, I slide my plier cutters over at it.

“You’re fucking crazy! What the fuck!” He tries to kick at me, but it’s useless since his ankles are duct taped together.

With a sigh, I squeeze down on the pliers, cutting his nipple off, and earning a loud screech from his pathetic self. His scream makes my dick hard.

“Who hired you, Joseph?”

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