Leon had fallen asleep after satisfying his hunger, while Layla was barely keeping herself awake.
After filling their stomach full after ten years, they could resist the urge to sleep. After some minutes, Layla dozed off and fell on Leon's lap.
Leon woke up when Layla fell on his lap; however, he couldn't keep his eyes open.
He glanced around the room, but everything was blurry because of his sleepy eyes.
Leon raised his hand and slapped himself on the cheek to wake up.
"Better," he muttered.
He looked at his lap to see Layla drooling in her sleep. He shook her and said, "Wake up."
But, she didn't wake up. Instead, she turned her face to the other side— facing Leon.
Leon inserted his finger in Layla's mouth and started playing with her tongue.
Suddenly, Leon heard a rattling sound coming from the other side of the room. When he glanced at the source of the noise, he saw that the man had woken up.
A wide yet creepy smile appeared on Leon's face after seeing the man struggling to move.
He placed Layla on the side and stood up from the crouch. Then, he walked to the man and stood in front of him.
"Do you think you will get away with this?" the man asked with a fierce glare in his eyes.
"Oh, we will," Leon answered nonchalantly.
"You should have run away while you had the chance. Now you are going to die—"
Leon punched the man in the face to shut him up.
"I didn't give your permission to speak," Leon uttered.
"You little—!"
Leon punched the man again and again until he was satisfied.
"Heh!" The man scoffed. "Your punches are weaker than girls."
Leon turned around and walked to the shelf. Then, he took out some tools and placed them on the ground in front of the man.
"What? Are you going to use my own tools on me? Do you even know how to use—"
Leon stuffed the ball in the man's mouth and grabbed the box of needles and a hammer.
"Hmmm!" The man began to move on the chair aggressively.
"Don't worry. I am going to make you one with the chair." Leon placed a needle on the man's wrist and plunged it into the man's body with a hammer.
"Ann!"
Then, he grabbed another needle and did the same thing with the man's other hand. After that, he stabbed it in the man's feet.
There were thirty needles in the box, and Leon pierced all of them into the man's body.
"Now…" Leon grabbed a pincer and said, "Time for the next dish."
He removed the ball from the man's mouth and shot him a vicious smirk.
"You—-!
Leon grabbed the man's tongue with the pincer and plucked it out.
"You talk too much."
"Aaaaa!" the man yelled in pain.
His mouth started bleeding, and he pissed in his pants.
"Leon?" Layla woke up.
Leon turned to Layla and said, "Come. Let's have some fun."
Layla stood up but sat back again after hearing a song on the television.
"I want to listen to this song," she said.
"Alright." Leon threw the man's tongue on the ground and uttered, "I will try to save some fun for you."
"Aa ba baa aaa." The man tried to say something, but it was impossible to understand what he was saying.
"Even without the tongue, you don't stop speaking, hmm?"
Leon punched the man in the jaw and cracked it. The man couldn't move his jaw anymore, and it was open, forever.
"Now that's the face I wanted to see," Leon snickered.
Leon gripped the pincer tightly in his hand and moved it to the man's mouth. Then, he began to pull out the man's teeth one by one, but slowly.
After seeing the toothless and tongueless mouth of the man, Leon couldn't help but laugh. While the man couldn't even scream anymore.
"Layla, the song is over," Leon remarked. "Are you coming?"
"Yes~" Layla hopped to Leon with an innocent smile on her face. She looked at the man's face and laughed aloud: "He looks so funny."
"You can make him more funny," Leon commented.
She looked at the various tools on the ground and wondered, "What should I do?"
Leon handed the pincer to Layla and said, "You can do anything you want, but make sure not to hit his head. We don't want him to pass out in the middle of our fun time."
The man had drunk several energy drinks as he and his friends were going to rob the entire neighborhood, and he needed to be energized for that. However, little did he know that would keep him awake in severe torture.
The man looked at Leon and Layla with a petrified look on his face and began to cry in fear.
Layla looked at the man's nails and uttered, "Can I pluck them out?"
"Go ahead." Leon cracked his fingers and asserted, "He is all yours."
After some tries, Layla successfully plucked one nail.
"Eww! It's so dirty," she said.
"This pincer is too big to pluck the nails." Leon grabbed a wirecutter and tossed it to Layla, saying, "Chop his fingers, instead."
Layla adjusted the cutter around the man's finger and pressed it as hard as she could, but the man's finger didn't get cut. But, it was hanging to a broken bone, which was more painful for the man.
"You are just not applying enough pressure." Leon tossed a bolt cutter at Layla and said, "Try this; it should be easier."
Layla pulled the finger that was hanging from the body and adjusted the cutter around the man's other finger.
CHOP!
"It worked!" Layla shouted with a smile on her face.
"Go ahead then; have your fun. There are still more fingers left," Leon asserted as he glanced around the room to find more tools.
Meanwhile, Layla was cleaving the man's fingers while humming the song she heard a while ago with the same innocent smile on her face.