Torture

 * * * * 

 Mira

 I was about to sneak past the two hostile friends when Rude guy grabbed my arm.

" Come wifey, let's go." He said, dragging me away.

 " I'll see you around princess." The sweet guy called after me, making my belly knot. His voice was hypnotizing and my face was hot with blushing. I hung my head low, trying to hide the blush from my husband.

 Rude guy dragged me into our room, locking the door behind him. I watched him destroy things with anger, his blood literally boiling. I have never seen him this frustrated before. I want to laugh out my guts at him but then, he looks at me and my blood curdles.

 " You!" He growls, pinning me firmly to the wall by the neck. I was scared out of my wits but he wasn't strangling me so I knew he wasn't out of control. His cold eyes bore through me, burning yet freezing.

" You're my wife, yet you dare harbour feelings for another man?" I can feel tears building up my throat and my eyes fill up. His face inches closer to mine, filling me with dread. 

 " Stop please, I really didn't do anything." I whimper, struggling to release his grip.

His eyes burn into mine and before I can tell, his mouth covers mine. Shocked, I try to scream and fight,but his body presses me firmly in place. Rude guy kisses me, his lips devouring yet comforting. I can feel his anger,his lust as he kisses me roughly, sweetly bruising my lips. 

My knees turn to jelly and I'm not sure I can stand on my own. The room disappears as his kiss becomes hungrier.

Just when I think I can't take it anymore, he suddenly releases me. I stagger slightly, dazed and surprised to see I was crying.

" That's the punishment you get for flirting with another man." He says, ignoring my tears and striding to the door.

I'm scurrying to the bathroom to wash my face when I hear him ask coldly, " What do you want?"

Who could be at the door?

 * * * * 

 Aeon

 " What do you want?" I ask, my eyes cold and grim. The person smirks.

" It hasn't really come to this has it friend?" He replies, giving me a mocking smile.

 " I hate repeating myself Kendrick, I and the wife were in the middle of.... something. I don't want to keep her waiting." I can see him glance at my lips which I'm sure are reddish and something I can't read crosses his expression.

" Well, I just wanted to invite you both for dinner-"

" No!"

" Why friend? It's just a little family reunion dinner, later this evening downstairs. We're not going anywhere so don't worry. I'm sure your wife would love to come." Kendrick throws my own trap at me, sneering.

I look into the room, but Milk girl isn't there.

" Okay then, we'll be there."

Kendrick nods curtly, then walks away with his head held high.

Dammit! 

That punk really annoys me. I don't wonder how he knew I can't leave. Kendrick is powerful. Very. He has his own spies, connections and money so finding out won't be that hard.

I shut the door and return to the room. Milk girl must be in the bathroom as I can hear water running in there. I smile..

 If Kendrick wants dinner, I'll given him dinner and if he wants a show, I'll sure as hell give him a good show. 

 * * * *

 Ronald had barely slept a wink last night. Asides from his brother showing up almost immediately the party was over, he also had to deal with the messy situation on ground and keep his ears alert incase of any attacks.

 He woke up grumpy, blaming everyone and everything for his bad mood, but there were still important matters he had to attend to. 

 Firstly, he had called his friend Aeon in and explained the situation to him. Although he was sure the thick skinned bastard didn't understand a thing of what he explained, he could tell he sensed the grimness. The last thing Ronald needed was a whiny spoilt bastard messing up his plans. And that brings him to his brother.

 Ken was sitting across him now, the dark room grim with silence. He didn't look pleased.

 " Why did you agree to help him? After what he did!"

" And why shouldn't I have helped? He's my best friend Ken."

" But brother,he could have gone to his family. I still can't find out why they disowned him but pftt, I'm sure they would have helped."

He sighs heavily, feeling a headache building up.

" You've always loved arguing little bro. I've never so I'll not repeat myself again. Anything you do, don't make things harder for me."

Ken looks at me with a mixed expression of anger and pity but nods, turning to stride away. He stops at the door.

 " Brother? Who is he?"

I glance at the figure struggling on the chair,his eyes popping out with fear and smile.

" We're about to find out."

 * * * *

 Ronald 

The door shuts with a click behind Ken, leaving me to a job I'll really enjoy. I approach the person strapped to a restraint chair, relishing in the fear I see in his eyes. There is a table beside him, my tools spread graciously on it for him to see. 

 " Ah, I've really had a stressful morning. I didn't want us to do this the hard way. Now you're making me look like the bad guy." I cluck, glancing at the tools as I speak.

The person breaks out in cold sweat, his eyes popping out, his arms straining against the ropes binding him to the armrests. He tries screaming, his mouth bleeding as he strains against the gag.

 " What? You want to say something? Not yet chap, I have some experiments to do."

I pick up a tool from the table, watching his eyes widen with horror.

 " Don't panic, you already know these are just pincers. They won't do much." I scoff, walking closer to him. The guy struggles desperately, tears streaming down his face.

I open my penknife, ripping his shirt with it. There is my target, thankfully enough, they're already a bit pronounced. I pinch his left nipple with the pair of pincers, watching him weep.

" But I haven't even done anything yet..." I complain. I'm sure my eyes are cold oceans of darkness. 

 I press the pincers harder, gripping his nipple tightly and then with one strong yank, I rip off his flesh, watching blood flow where there was once a nipple. I repeat the process on the right nipple, ignoring the pain filled groans that escape him.

 When I'm done, he is looking weak from the pain but that's not enough. Not for me. 

Picking up a thumbscrew for the largest finger, I fit it into his thumb, tightening it to the last notch. He yells through the gag as his thumb finger crushes. I can tell he's going through excruciating pain as he pees his pants.

I laugh, releasing my anger in his misery. He whimpers

weakly as I release the blood stained gag in his mouth, my laughter gone with it.

 " Now tell me, who sent you?"