Into deception

Salty wounds

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"What the hell is this!" his voice rises higher and higher with each word as he comes to his senses.

"I'd personally would really prefer it if you didn't scream because my friend Mia over there will cut your throat open" Lev chips in splashing her feet in the water, her back stays facing us as she stares inside the open house.

"Do you have any idea who I am?"

"Why do they always say that" I stretch over looking to her but she just laughs.

"When my men find you I'm going to personally fucking kill you" he stares deeply into my eyes as if he was talking to my soul itself.

"Very moving but please start answering my questions otherwise this will get very uncomfortable for you in a moment, you and Bane talked for a while what was it about?"

"You think just because he fucked you a couple of times you're suddenly off limits?" He shakes narrowing his eyes "he'll kill you when he finds out what you did to me, but before he does I'll ask for a minute alone to show you-"

His very annoying voice stops speaking very quickly as I pull out the knife that I've put through his hand. He screams and shudders trying to outrun the pain that seems to be overtaking every part of him, but evidently that's impossible.

"This is how it's going to go, you stall and I'll hurt you, you piss me off and once again I'll hurt you, you don't answer my questions, I'll hurt you, do you understand?"

"Y-y-yes"

"Good" I pull out the knife setting it down close by me"what did you and Bane talk about?"

"You" he spits through his shut teeth, his forehead glistens as sweat rolls past his neck down to his collar.

Levi turns around fully this time staring into me, but I keep still "what about?"

"I told you what you asked, I can't tell you anymore-what are you doing"

I pick up the little square razor putting it to the where the end of the nail meets his skin, the second the tip of the silver touches his skin the red begins to paint over everything it wants. I would be lying if i said my mouth didn't water slightly, I carve till a thin layer of the skin has lifted. He carries on screaming, trying to pull away from the chair itself but there's no point in any of that, I take the skin with my fingers and begin peeling it back.

I glance up from his hand and into him seeing everything that was hidden away. Whether that be ego or fear, all of it comes pouring out. Funny what pain can do to a person.

As he carries on trashing about in the chair, the barbed wires continue to slice it's way even deeper at his wrists to the point where I can barley see the dim silver anymore, his skin seems to have swallowed the wire whole and drip by drip the blood continues to stain the floor bellow us.

I finally stop pulling on his skin leaving the piece barely attached to his raw bright finger, for now at least "you should really start answering my questions because I'll peel your whole hand off, I promise"

"O-kay okay oh my god oh my god my skin, my skin is gone"

"No, if your skin was really gone it would look like this" I peel the string of skin completely off leaving the bright pink flesh to glisten a rather oily look "now stop being dramatic and talk"

This time he doesn't scream but instead passes out "great"

"Did he pass out?"

"Yup" I sigh slapping him a couple of times before he jolts back awake "there you are, you passing out doesn't help you know"