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Forcing him to watch as Bella got on her knees for Dante, fucked with his head. Then, when she allowed me to fuck her in front of him, I saw it on his face. He’s not going to hold on much longer.

What he did to Bella is beyond fucking disgusting, and we want to make sure that he gets the proper fucking treatment. He is the guest of honor, after all, and it would be rude not to give him the attention he fucking deserves.

I know by now he is probably hanging upside down by his ankles; the feeling of blood rushing to his brain is something he is feeling by now.

Have you ever been hung upside down for hours at a time?

It is not pretty, let’s say that. The mental torture is what is going to break him and damage him.

I walk down the steps and slowly step inside the open room. I can see the lights flashing and the faint sound of the song blaring in the room we rolled him into last night.

The device he is chained to rotates on a timer and has kept him twisting around every twenty minutes or so. The strobe lights are also on a timer, but the one constant thing is the song blaring through that room’s sound system. I chuckle as I hear the song start over again for like the millionth time.

I look over at our men, and they look like they are ready to puncture their eardrums. I can barely hear the song out here, so I don’t know what the faces are all about. I go to the control board and turn off the music and the strobe lights before I walk into the room. When I open the door, I about throw up. The smell of sweat, puke, piss, and shit was so overwhelming I had to turn the exhaust fan on, and one of the guys took the industrial hose to powerwash his disgusting ass.

I can’t hold back my laugh as I look at Gus; he is, in fact, hanging upside down. His wrists and ankles are bleeding from his struggle and the way his body pulled on the chains with the different positions he was moved into all night.

“Please!” Gus screams as he rotates to the upright position.

I have to say there are a lot of annoying songs, but “What Does The Fox Say” by YIvis I have to say has taken the top spot for me, and from what I can tell, it has driven Gus insane.

“Don’t like the music?” I ask with amusement.

“Let me the fuck down,” Gus says as if he has any fucking power here.

“Nope, not going to happen, you fucking ass twat,” I say with even more amusement. I begin to circle him as I look over his naked body.

I stop in front of him. “How does it feel to have no power or control, Gus?”

“Let me go, and I promise I will leave, and you will never see me again,” he pleads. Not so fucking tough now, are we, Mr. Gus.

I shake my head. “You are a dumb fucker you know that?”

“Harley!” He screams as I stand up and make my way back to the door.

“You touched her, hurt her, abused her, and marked her. You are never going to make it out of here alive,” I confess to him.

“What are you going to do?” He asks in a scared voice.

I turn slightly and look at him, his eyes are bloodshot, and his face is as red as a fucking cherry. “We will help you experience what you put our Beauty through.”

“What the fuck does that mean?” He says the fear increasing more.

“Soon, very soon, Gus, it will all make sense,” I whisper as I shut the door and turn the strobe lights and the music back on. Gus screams as I nod at our men and head out of the basement for the night. They’ll keep an eye on him through the window to make sure that we don’t kill him before the grand finale tomorrow.

Gus has no idea what we have in store for him tomorrow, but tonight I will make sure his mind becomes his own personal fucking hell.

I want to do so much fucking more, but letting him die tonight is way too fucking easy. He doesn’t deserve mercy, and tomorrow…

Tomorrow, he will truly learn why we are the Beasts.

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Dante

Torture - Day 3

“The Red” by Chevelle

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