Page 76 of Isabela
“Poor Lily, so misunderstood,” Isa coos, making me hold back a snort. She twists the knife in Lily’s foot, making her scream. “What happened after that?”
“You’re fucking insane!” Lily yells, panting in pain. Isa shrugs, holding the bleeding foot over the drain. There’s specks of blood across the bridge of her nose already. I usually change into a pair of overalls for this work, but I’m just going to burn our clothes after this.
“I’m still waiting, Lily,” she reminds her.
“I started dirty texting with the mayor, and he said he had very specific tastes that I was too sweet for,” Lily whimpers. “He promised to take care of me, but he needed you. I figured he could get you out of his system by fucking and then killing you.”
“The reason we didn’t want to place you with the Finnegan Marketing firm is because it’s a front for the Irish mafia,” I interrupt. “We were doing you a favor, hoping you’d choose a firm that would be better for your future. I never dreamed you’d get into bed with a depraved old man.”
“I didn’t fuck him!” Lily ends her sentence in a scream as Isa purses her lips and twists the knife again.
“You broke your oath to the Society, Lily,” I sigh. “You’re not leaving here alive, and I’m going to pull every single shitty thing that you’ve ever done out of you as penance.”
Isa pulls out the knife from Lily’s foot and stands. “Are you going to teach me how it’s done, Gael?” she asks. “I feel like you may be pretty good at this.”
“Come choose your implement of choice, and I’ll show you how to make it hurt while keeping her alive,” I tell her, keeping eye contact with Lily. I let her see the darkness, and how fucked she really is.
Lily starts to hyperventilate as I turn to Isa, forcing myself to soften my gaze for her.
“You don’t have to hide from me,” Isa says softly as she stares into my eyes. “We’re in a kill room, and I fully understand what that means. Show me how dark it can get, Daddy.”
I growl at her as she winks, my cock now a steel rod. “Goddamn, beautiful. You really know how to make me insane,” I mutter.
“I know,” she teases me. “Are these to cut off fingers?”
I glance over at the torture device she’s holding and nod. “Is that too cliche?” I ask with a chuckle.
“Not at all. I want to use these on my uncle. Teach him to keep his grubby hands off what doesn’t belong to him,” she murmurs.
If I wasn’t already in love with her, I definitely would be now.
“You got it,” I promise.
Together we make Lily scream, telling us all of her secrets. By the end, I find that she’s a really stupid girl that was led astray by a man with pretty words.
“Would you like to end it, Isa?” I ask her. Lily’s eyes are glazed over in pain. Isa and I just finished delivering electrical shocks through her body over and over again. We have all of the information needed, we were just having fun with her.
Isabela’s eyes are blown in excitement, and I know I’ve broken her in with light torture. I would invite her into any interrogation, because she kept a good head on her shoulders the entire time. She wasn’t once ill, though I refrained from charing Lily’s skin from her body.
“Is there a certain way you’d like it to end?” Isa asks.
“I don’t really care,” I admit. “Try not to get blood all over yourself when you do it, please.”
“I’ve learned that slitting people’s throats are messy,” she tells me, earning herself a small chuckle.
I walk over to the tray and pick up the gun. The exit wound on this caliber bullet will blow Lily’s brains out the back of her head, but will have a small entry point.
“Have you ever fired a gun before?” I ask conversationally. Lily whines, begging for a life that is already forfeit as I walk back to them. All I want to do is fuck Isa against the wall, but we still have one more task to complete tonight.
I also am trying hard to restrain myself. I’m not a gentle man, and my instincts are screaming at me to claim my girl, fuck her, breed her.
Strangling my lascivious thoughts, I force myself to instead help Isa with the gun when she admits that she’s never handled a firearm before.
Standing behind her, I help her place her fingers correctly on the gun. “You never want to put your finger on the trigger until you’re ready to pull it,” I lecture as I wrap my hands around both of hers.
Together, we’re cradling the firearm firmly between us. Lily starts to beg, but she really should have fully understood that betraying the Society meant her death.
“Okay,” Isa breathes, staring at the pathetic human in front of us. “Now?”