TORTURE PT2

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"MUMMMMMM!!!" Jeremy screamed again as I ripped off his thumbnail.

"Karl... Are you serious?" Tyger asked as she watched Jeremy crying like a baby. "Do you think that'll hurt him?"

"Dead serious," I grinned, "The thumb is sensitive, more than the fingers. A single move hurts like hell. Of course, ripping off the nail is the most painful thing ever. But as you know, our Jeremy is a tough son of a bitch. This much is nothing to him." I grabbed his hair and looked into his eyes with a sinister grin, "Right, Jeremy, my man. Don't you worry. I know you don't fear torture or death. And I know you will take the man to your grave. So, sit tight as we will do our best to torture you just to check if you really fear it or not. Okay?"

Jeremy glared at me with teary eyes as I threw his head to the front. He was biting the ball gag so hard that it turned red.

"Why don't you remove the gag?" Tyger commented from behind.

"And let him complain that I couldn't even make him feel pain? Nah, Tyger, I'm not that stupid," I shook my head as I picked up the third nail.

"MUMMMM!!" Jeremy began to shake his head violently as he tried to stop me.

"Ohh? You don't want the nail, ah! My bad," I took the bottle opener and snapped his pinky nail.

Jeremy's muffled screams echoed in the room as he cried like a child. I grinned as I watched him struggle in the chair. Who said that torture doesn't work? Well, let me show you how to torture someone properly.

"Okay, Jeremy. Time to move to your next hand. You just sit back and relax. I'm sure even after I rip out all your nails and pierce the nail in your fingertips, you won't feel any pain, because you are one tough son of a bitch," I took another nail and continued the torture until I snapped all his fingernails and stabbed a nail in each finger. Blood was dripping down from the chair onto the floor, making a bloody mess.

Jeremy was crying like a child while Tyger was looking at me with widened eyes. He pissed his pants when I ripped out his other thumbnail and cried like a newborn when I finished the torture. Seeing him behaving like a child, I knew he was ready to spill the beans. Now, it's time to move to stage three.

"You ready to talk?" I asked Jeremy with a cold look.

"Mummm! Mummm!" He was nodding vigorously.

I took out the gag from his mouth.

"I'll tell you everything. I promise I'll lead you to the safe base. Just st- Mummm!" Before he could finish his words, I signed Tyger to put the gag back on.

"Haaa... I knew it. Torture doesn't work on you. Because had it worked, you would be coughing up the location of the map, but well..."

For the next ten minutes, I removed all his feet nails, and stabbed metal nails into his toes. Jeremy was crying like a pig as I tortured him. After finishing the torture, I stood up and patted the dust off my clothes.

"Looks like torture doesn't work on you, Jeremy. So, what do we do now? You are making me look bad before a girl," I took the knife and showed it to him, moving it left and right before his face, "What should I do now? You think slicing off your fingers will work?" I sliced off both his middle fingers in the blink of an eye and pressed his pressure points to stop the bleeding.

"GUUUUUUU!!!" Jeremy cried. His body was shivering so badly that the chair was shaking. Tears, snot, and saliva mixed together, flowing down from his face.

"Not working either, huh? What a tough guy!" I threw the knife on the floor and looked toward Tyger, "Hey, you think if we have someone to stuff those empty beer bottles up his ass and break them, he will talk?"

"..." Tyger remained silent as she looked at Jeremy with a shocked expression. "Could work. We won't know if we don't try..."

"Umm... Yeah, but well, Jeremy here is tough, so..." I shrugged and turned around to walk toward the door. "We are gonna need some whiskey bottles too and maybe some stones. We can stuff him up and hang him in the middle of the square. The remaining zombies will swarm around him and then we will wait for him to bleed to death, then we'll blow them up together."

"Good idea. At least this place will be safe for the time being. But," Tyger walked behind me and stopped. I turned toward her, "You think he'll talk if we cut off his you know..." She gave a slide nod toward Jeremy.

"Hmm... Good idea! But I'm not sure. Cutting off the dick is a serious punishment, and I don't wanna touch his junk. You do that," I grinned at her.

"Me?! Hell no! That's just gross..." She made a disgusted face.

Jeremy was crying like a pig as he listened to our conversation. His eyes were pleading us to stop whatever we were planning to do to him.

"Well, I guess torture really doesn't work on tough guys like him. But his balls... Yeah, leave his dick for another time. Have Ange or someone else cut off his balls..."

"Yeah, Ange got a bad history with men. Someone tried to rape her back then, so I guess she'll happily cut off his balls," Tyger nodded in agreement.

"GUUUU!! MUUU!!" Jeremy screamed as he shook his head violently.

"What? Can't you fucker shut up for a moment? Can't you see we are discussing a grave matter?" Tyger cursed at Jeremy and then looked back at me. "Ange can chop off his balls. Should I call her?"

"Yeah, bring her. Meanwhile, I'll cut off his ears and maybe poke out his eyes. It'll be a good bait to kill some zombies," I glared at Jeremy as Tyger left the room with a nod. I walked up to him and sat on the chair, "Now, considering the distance from here to the main hall... Let's see... two to three minutes tops, then coming back... Give or take six minutes. Within six minutes, you are going to lose your marbles. So, if you want to talk, now is the time, man. You lost so much blood. And I don't want to postpone the torture again."

"Hummmm! MUMMM!" He shook his head violently.

"Really? Ok. I'll remove the gag, you better behave," I warned him as I removed the gag from his mouth.

"I'll talk! Please don't cut off my dick!" Jeremy pleaded as he cried like a child.

"Not what I want to hear, Jeremy. The map, where is it?" I questioned sternly.

"It's buried near the big tree just on the outskirts of this place, near the gas station. Yeah, there's a small safe. It's locked with the combination 4869," Jeremy spilled the beans within seconds.

"See! It wasn't that hard, right? But, I don't trust you. I mean, you could be lying," I shrugged as I got up from the chair.

"NO! I'm not lying. I swear! The combination is really 4869. Please don't cut off my dick. I beg you."

"Well, there's only one way to find out, right?"

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