“I’ll ask again. Why were you sent here?” I was done being nice. My tone had shifted to a more pissed deep tone. These not talking games had gotten old and I don’t want to sit here longer than needed with this kid tortured before my eyes.
“T-To help pl-plan an attack.” She could barely talk, her voice distressed, and her breathing labored. They sent a groomed kid into this pack simply to help plan an attack. Insane. Maddox growled excitedly and lashed her again. Blood sprayed from the cat o’ nine and shot across to me. Warmth. Wet. It felt warm and sticky wet on my face. Disgusting. Maddox was laughing like the psychopath he was. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, the pain too much for her to handle. I can tell Maddox has noticed as he picked up the black mason jar, we painted it to keep its contents hidden. Gas. The smell of fuel always hurts my nose. Like clockwork, Maddox has dumped the gasoline onto her freshly cut exposed back. It trailed down her body and fought its way into the open cuts. Screams that I had never heard anyone make ricocheted off the walls.
“Let’s finish this up.” I sighed as she was now wide awake and screaming uncontrollably.
“Why do they want to attack us?” Surely, she would know that much. Maddox looked so amused and his hard on had gotten bigger. Great now some random female was going to get fucked like crazy.
“I-I don’t know.” Her painfilled uneven words were simply too believable to be a lie. Damnit. How the hell does she not fucking know why she was sent here.
“Then why did you do it!” I screamed at her as I jumped up from the chair knocking it over in the process. I swung my left fist connected smoothly to her face. The impact of my punch knocked her to the ground.
“F-for my p-parents.” She could barely get out as Maddox kicked her in the side, her ribs snapped from the kick. This kid blindly came here and betrayed this pack for her dead parents. Poetic if you think about it. Too bad she won’t be able to follow through with things in the end.
“Who are they after?” I demanded pissed as hell at this fucking child before me. Does this fuckface have a set target or is it the whole damn pack?
“S-She’ll be de-dead before he can have her.” She could barely mumble out as she was on the ground bloody and in pain.
Maddox continued to kick her over and over. She coughed up a decent amount of blood and kept her eyes locked close. It was as if she knew she wouldn’t walk out of her alive. She had to have known that we wouldn’t allow it. Maddox will handle the light work while I go and inform the alpha of how things went. I gave him a nod as he lifted her body into the air and slammed her into the wall behind her. Her spine connected with the silver brackets that held the chains she was bound with. She barely moved once her broken bloody body hit the floor. It was as if she couldn’t even muster the energy to scream anymore. Shame. Maddox loves the screams the most. He picked her up again as I reached for the handle. Snap. It echoed so perfectly, the snap of her neck.