*WARNING R -18 EXTREMELY GRAPHIC CONTENT TO FOLLOW, NO ONE UNDER 18 SHOULD READ. CONTAINS TORTURE AND EXTREME ADULT SITUATIONS TO FOLLOW. IF YOU HAVE ISSUES WITH CERTAIN TRIGGERS I SUGGEST YOU SKIP AHEAD OR WAIT FOR THE NEXT CHAPTER.*
Inside this windowless room, there's a table with lots of tools and creative devices. Fluorescent tubes that feel harsh and give off a blue tinge to everything are the source of light in here. Mirrors hang on the walls pointed at the middle where hanging in a heavy metal wire frame is Ortiz. I walk over and grab the rusty scissors and set the small furnace up to get hot. While he is still unconscious I take the red hot scissors take his balls in my hand making him start to stir awake.
His eyes slowly open and it takes a second for him to register what his situation is exactly.
"Hello Ortiz. Did you miss me?"
When his eyes go wide and he starts to struggle, I cut his balls off slowly, the heat from the scissors crudely cauterizing the vessels as I went. The scream was disgusting and the range of profanities that followed were what was to be expected. I held his nut sack in my hand waved it at him before putting it into a dish for a special treat later.
I let him enjoy that first one still screaming and struggling against the restraints.
"Alex?" I suggested with a hand for him to take a tool as I tossed the scissors on to the table.
He grabbed what looked like a type of dental tool and two of the inch rubber squares that were there. He shoved the squares into his mouth, keeping it open and unable to maneuver his tongue to dislodge the blocks.
"hmm..achc...ydha." He was struggling to say something.
"I'm sorry what was that? You'll have to speak clearly if you want to be heard." I stick my finger in my ear and wiggle it at him.
"ichs ....bfisl....ich"
He was very incoherent and we couldn't understand a word he was saying with the blocks in his mouth. We just shrugged as Alex took his time to twist and break and pull out every single one of his teeth and poke a hot rod into the open wounds to prevent infection. That way he didn't think we would let him die an easy death.
When Alex was done pulling out his teeth he whispered into his ear, "You know we're just getting started for what you did. We are going to take our time with you too. So even in hell you'll never forget us."
He removes one of the blocks from his mouth and lets him try to get the other one out, which he does finally. Screaming obscenities at us struggling with all his might wasting his energy on a futile attempt to free himself.
"Not so nice when the roles are reversed are they Ortiz?" Gazing at him with a disgusted look on my face.
"¡Chinga tu madre puta! (go fuck your mother whore) You stupid coño!(cunt) You weren't this arrogant when you were loving me fuck your cunt with my cock!" He spit out a mouth full of blood at me and Alex.
"Yeah about that Ortiz..." My hands started to shake behind my back but I quickly stilled them. Walking over to the table and grabbing the hack saw I put the blade in the furnace.
"I don't think you'll be as 'attached' to that pathetic thing as you think you are soon." I turn and go to head out the door taking the bowl with his balls in it as I go.
"I'll see you soon Ortiz." I smile as Alex leaves too, giving Ortiz a wink before shutting the door behind me, locking it up.
I make it down the tunnel before I start retching and shaking. Alex rubs my back as I finish my dry heaves.
"Come here Maria." He says scooping me up in his arms and carrying me the rest of the way through the tunnels.
"I can walk Alex, put me down." He has a resigned look but he sets me down and lets me go upstairs.
I hand the bowl to Lar and ask him to put it on ice with a tasty smelling marinade for it to soak in. Even Lar grimaces in horror catching on to what I'll be doing with them. He nods and does it for me as I make my way to the room so I can shower.
"Would you like some company, Maria?" Alex who's watching me gather something to change into and my toiletries up for the shower.
"N...Yes.... yes, please Alex." At first I was going to say no, but I changed my mind. I might not be the only one who needs comfort right now. He just will not ask for it.
In the shower we wash the blood off of each other and hold one another close. This, whatever this is, that we have right now, it's not physical intimacy we're after, and we know it. Even though we have Ortiz and we're going to give him hell, it won't bring anyone back and only satiates the rage not the anguish.
The next morning we began early with Ortiz the hack saw I left on the little furnace had started to sag when I picked it up smiling at Ortiz.
"FUCK YOU!" Ortiz shouts at me as I grip his pathetic protruding piece of flesh and stretch it out.
"NO! NO!..." He starts to cry as I bring the still red hot blade down onto his manhood slicing through it like butter. I press the flat part against the open wound that's starting to gush and burn it closed making him pass out from the pain.
The stench of burning flesh and hair is strong and I notice the smell of urine too sizzling against the blade.
"Oh that's right....." I smirk grabbing a little plastic tube and shoving it into whats left of his urethra making him wake back up.
"Ahhhh.... Stop....please." He cries out weakly.
"Oh Stop?!" I ask scornfully, "Like you stopped with me? When you stuck things in me and pulled out my intestines for me to look at? Or cut off my breast and watched them regrow!? MY TOES, MY FINGER TIPS, NAILS, WHEN YOU STUCK THINGS IN ME AND WATCHED MY BODY FORCE THEM BACK OUT! DID YOU FUCKING STOP!"
I screamed hysterically into his face spitting on it when I was done.
"I'll stop when I am ready to and not before."
We left him there for another two days before I brought down a bowl of food and water for him. He drank the water I gave him and ate the food I served him.
Smiling, "I knew you were kind enough to feed and give me something to drink. You wouldn't let me starve. We had a connection our time together, don't deny it."
Desperate words coming out of a desperate man thinking I was being kind.....
"Ortiz, you are the only one that could ever have imagined that we connected in anyway shape or form. How was your cojones y la sal?(balls in sauce)" I laugh as realization crosses his face of what I just fed him...
"You! No!.." He begins throwing up all over himself and I just laugh and walk out my own stomach had been doing flips the entire time he ate. I get upstairs before I start to throw up violently myself. Alex didn't want to be present for this one and I can understand why. It was disgusting what I did to him, and I felt disgusted that I did it. I didn't feel remorse for it though, considering every thing he had done to me.
When Alex came back from handling the textile work at the office he found me curled up in a ball just in a towel on his bed. I had no energy from my emotions draining me it was all I could do to take a shower and make it to the bed.
"Maria? Hermosa? Como estas....Sorry, Soy un idiota. (I am an idiot.)" He gets on the bed spooning me into his embracing as I just lay there.
"I'm ready to start flaying him." Devoid of any emotion the words come out of my mouth and Alex sighs holding me closer.
"Okay, tomorrow?"
I struggled but was able to sit up and look at him.
"No, Why wait. I'll start now."
....
On the third day we had taken his skin from his toes up to his knees had been carefully cutting and peeled back, and a hot rod rolled over the areas where the blood flowed heavy to keep him from bleeding out.
His cries for mercy started to change into something else. A confession....
"PLEASE STOP! I was ordered to take care of you if I had the chance." He wailed. "THEN I was fucking ordered!"
"Why would you let some one order you around Ortiz?" Alex asks as he's sharpening the knife. "You don't take orders from anyone I thought?" Alex smirked ironically at him.
"Because they're part of the ones pulling the strings. These people are powerful and will kill everyone connected to a person who may know something. Why do you think I was halfway across the world? They're the ones who have been making sure the drugs get through customs and searches when they arrive on the boats. Since I was no longer useful to them through INL, I had to hide and leave. These people know a lot of powerful and dangerous people."
"They told ME ALL ABOUT YOU SIN. These guys are going to find you and since they can't kill you, they're going to make what I did to you and what you're doing to me look like child's play." His wide eyed look was full of fear as I started to make another incision up his thigh.
"Really? Keep talking cause I didn't hear anything useful, I'll pause if I hear something interesting." I cut into his skin carefully so I didn't go too deep.
"AHHH, GRAVES!" He cried out as the knife slid up and I stopped.
"Graves? As in Councilman Graves?" I ask taking the knife from his skin and leaning over him.
He nods rapidly, "Yes, he's the one who made sure not send reinforcements when your man came to rescue you. He also told me about every mission and how you bugged our entire office." He laughed, "You thought he was supporting you, but in truth he was the one digging the grave for you to walk into."
"He knows I can't die why would he try to kill me?" incredulously I start cutting again.
"HE DIDN'T WANT TO KILL YOU! HE WANTED TO BREAK YOU!" He screams as I start peeling the next part off.
"Hmmm.... Guess that didn't work out did it?" Insanity in my eyes and a demonic grin to match covers my face as look at him. Fear all to evident in his eyes as I see my reflection in them.
I stop what I am doing and walk out with Alex. "I got what I needed from him, and since I have the recording of his confession now, I will leave his death to you."
Alex nods and we go back in side. Ortiz is crying to let him go that he gave us the information.
His pathetic attempts at trying to win his release are pitiful. Alex picks up a spear like rod and sticks the point into the furnace. Taking hold of Ortiz he rotates the metal framing he is strapped to, making him hang straight up and down. He puts the spear up under Ortiz and grabs the control that lowers and lifts the contraption.
Taking another one of Lars blue bottles he catches some more of Ortiz's blood that drips down his leg. He sets a timer on the device and raises it up to the ceiling. He's about six feet suspended over the the spear.
"Every hour this will come down one inch. Once it's completely down and you can touch the floor with your feet. I will set you free." Alex says setting the remote down.
"BUT I'LL BE DEAD!" Ortiz shouts out pure terror in his eyes now.
"Yeah, kind of like John, Farel, Lewis and all the others who you've killed."
"Funny how karma works sometimes huh?" I wave bye to Ortiz.
Alex and I leave the room followed by the sound of Ortiz screaming for help even though he knows that no one was going to help him.
Karma's a bitch and then you die. Enjoy your hell Ortiz, I'll see you if I ever get there.