"Say anything other than what they ask and I'll kill you with my bare hands,'' whispered Verity into the frightened captive's ears, "nod if you understand me."
He nodded. My how the tables had turned and Verity loved every second of it.
She harshly yanked the gag out of his mouth and it came out with a gnarly tooth and some blood soaked deep into it.
Verity let it flutter to the ground and walked away in a myriad of feelings but mostly disgust.
Her job was done as far as she was concerned it would be Zyra's turn to interrogate the captive.
If it was up to her the rotten stinker would be dead and have spoken his last sentence.
She hoped he learned his lesson and never put his hands on another female as long as he lived.
