Page 135 of Arturo's Temptation
Mrs Ramos sounds a hell of a lot better.
Lorenzo strode to catch up with his daughter. He walked tall like he was walking on fucking water. Before I’d come to the states, whispers were spoken about Lorenzo being known as one of the ‘untouchables’, a man even more revered than his own father, and for the most part he was.
The dimly lit outhouse we filed into stank of stale vomit, blood, and piss. How charming. As I took recon of the new surroundings, my skin tightened.What a shit hole. I’d rather die in a rat infested sewer.A glance up at the ceiling told me the beams were near enough rotten and the floor creaked with every step any of us took. A gasp up front brought my eyes to the sorry excuse of a man tied to the only well made thing in the place, a steel chair. Chains secured his wrists to the arms and his ankles to the legs. The sight brought back memories of my last kill. The snivelling little wanker I had ended my career with.
Good times.
“Lorenzo! Buddy. Long time no see. I see you bought a woman to do your dirty work.” he laughed. “A pretty one too, how nice of you to think about my dick before you kill me. She’ll look good on her knees, I bet she gives one hell of a blowie.”
The bastard was going to pay for that. I wanted to open his fucking throat right there and then, but tonight wasn’t about me, it was about Bella, and giving her a chance to learn what she was made of.
“I’m not here to suck that small, limp ass dick of yours. You fucked with my product and therefore my family. Now, I don’t take too kindly to that.” Bella circled him like a lion hunting down her prey. Reaching behind her, she pulled a blade from her waist and trailed it across his back making him stiffen.
“You ain’t gonna do shit, precious. All pretty airheads like you want to do is go shopping and drink cosmos, right? How about you go back to your sleepover and stop wasting my time?” he scoffed, totally unfazed.
Myself, Tyler, Red, Gino, Emmet and Lorenzo took a step back as Bella continued to tease and play with our little mate. My fingers itched to jump in and join her but seeing her in action helped suppress that itch… a little.
“Pretty airhead, huh? Well, let me tell you what this pretty airhead’s going to do to you for fucking me over.” She pressed the tip of her blade into his bare skin. There was no yelp or scream, just a sharp intake of breath followed by a laugh which angered her more than she was letting on. But I knew. “I wonder if you’ll still be laughing when I slit that throat of yours.” The laughter soon stopped, and a smile pulled at the corners of her lips.
“Look, woman, I didn’t fuck you over, I just?—”
“You just what? Stole from us to line your own dirty pockets with what’s rightfullymine?” she slid the blade between his shoulder blades forcing him to finally let out a piercing scream.It was soon replaced by a pathetic excuse of a roar, as if he was trying to show her he wasn’t pissing his pants.
“Go on, kill me. But I ain’t telling you shit. I’m no snitch.” I rolled my eyes. They always say they ain’t a snitch until they’re singing like fucking canaries.
“Well then, I guess there’s no rush, is there? Great. Now I can enjoy my plan of having a little fun first without you ruining it and telling me what I need to know too quickly before you die.” Bella leaned into his ear, not showing any signs of stepping back. “So tell me, how attached are you to your balls?” she whispered, sliding the tip of the blade up his leg. “I hear ballache can be a real bitch.”
“Go on, do your worst, you stuck up fucking bitch,” he seethed before hocking a glob of spit at her chest. A flurry of hisses around me showed it was no longer just me that wanted to swing for this tosser.
“Funny, you talk such a big game for someone who’s at my mercy. By the time I’m done with you, my guys here will be using your body parts as a fucking jigsaw.” With that, she plunged the knife just below his ribs, his roar making the outhouse shake. “One more time, who put you up to this?”
“Fuck you!” he screamed as Bella sliced open the back of his neck. The trail of crimson that trickled down his naked torso also stained Bella’s blade. To my surprise I started to get hard. Red was such a beautiful fucking colour on her.
Over the course of several hours, Bella mixed up every technique I had taught her. The sight took my mind back to that infamous day in the gym, and fuck, was that a good day. She may have hated me, but fuck, she looked good.
“Today, Bella, you’re going to torture me.”
“Excuse me?!” Her face was a picture. But as cute as she was there was no danger I wasn’t letting her loose on me with real knives. Fuck, no. She’d enjoy it too much. Fuck, so would I.
“You heard me. I want you to practice some torture techniques on me, with these.” I laid out the fake, plastic weapons. “I will direct you, and show you each spot to hit to make even the strongest willed person bend to your will, understand?”
“Ugh, yes, Mr. Patronising, I understand. What I don’t get is why we can’t use real weapons? Sure would make this pointless exercise more fun.” she scoffed, toying with the pretend knife.
“This isn’t a game, Bella. You’re going to need to know these things. So quit being a brat and cable tie me to the chair.” I ordered, making her eyes light up. Was she excited at the thought of me bound and helpless? If so, I couldn’t wait to show her how easy it was to get out of cable ties.
With excited movements, she bound my wrists and ankles to the chair and stood before me, her face a picture of nerves. From where I was sat I was pretty sure I could see her hands trembling.
“Isabella, look at me,” despite her animosity, she for once followed my orders. When her eyes flitted up to mine palpable fear was staring back at me.“Breathe, Bella. This is a harmless exercise in patience, self control, and best of all, a battle of wills. Nothin’ can go wrong, so you have fuck all to worry about. Now drag that knife across my skin as if you are draggin’ it across a balloon. You want them to feel it without breaking the skin, not yet anyway. This is about fear not pain. Fear of the pain can almost be as bad as the pain itself. In this moment, you are the grim reaper and you’ve come to collect.”
“Okay, I think I can do that…”
She did as she was told, every single thing I asked of her, and she did with ease and grace. And it was hard to have fucking grace when you’re torturing the shit out of people, but somehow she managed to pull it off.
I pushed her for the next six hours, and not once did she complain, despite probably wanting to.
“Ugh, we’ve been at this for like a million hours, London Boy. Can’t we take a break?” she whined, taking a gulp of water.
“We’ve been at this for six actually.”
