CAVEIRA/BLITZ/SLEDGE

Rape, torture, blood, cursing.

Characters aren't mine.

Chapter 1:

Caveira told me had a gift for me.

With my sledgehammer over my shoulder, I curiously walked into a room that very well could have been a secret sex dungeon under this abandoned house. The floor and walls were old dirty concrete. In the middle of the room was a single bright light bulb. There was debris of old storage junk in some of the corners that looked right for smashing with a big ol' hammer. There was a cheap, dusty mattress on a frame in the middle of the cold room, with the head of it up against the wall.

The last thing I wanted to see was a naked man tied to the bed with his fucking legs spread open. I groaned and turned away.

"Come on! What is this shit then?"

"I know you're tired of fucking your hand. When's the last time you got your dick wet?" Caveira was standing beside me, looking at the unconscious man on the bed. I looked back at the man, curious about the circumstances of Caveira keeping him captive. He must be part of the enemy team, since we were recently in a heated battle with them across the city in a bank. Though I hadn't seen him before.

His hands and feet were tied to the corners of the bed. The only clothing he had on was a blood-spattered and loose long-sleeved gray shirt. I saw what appeared to be all of his gear and other clothing piled about in a corner. The unlucky bastard must have been pistol-whipped because the side of his head was bleeding through his dark blonde hair, down his neck. Caveira was a sneaky bitch indeed.

I set my sledgehammer against the wall near the doorway. I had enough of looking over the nude man and looked over at Cav. "So what's yer plan here? You invited me to help yeh interrogate before, but yeh never told me to rape anybody," She looked up at me, her skull-painted face smeared and her eyes as intense as always.

"This man and his team are the ones who took Capitao and I.Q. from us. Remember the cameras?"

Of course I remember the fucking cameras. My own drone caught one of the fuckers having his way with I.Q. in a child's bunkbed. He fucking raped her. We already lost Capitao weeks before I.Q. was taken from us, so we were down to 3. By the time we were able to safely enter the building, the man was gone. I.Q. was on the bed with her breasts exposed, and cum leaking from between her legs. She didn't have a pulse. Between the bruising on her neck and the stab wounds in her chest, I couldn't tell you which was the cause of death.

You are trained to fight back your feelings. You get desensitized in this line of work. But when you see a young woman, a good friend of yours, get killed like this… I can't help but feel heartbroken, and seething with rage. I covered her body with a blanket from the mattress above her.

The only good thing that came out of that attack, is watching their doctor's head explode from my own gun.

After I stood there without answering her, Caveira continued to explain herself, "They tortured two of our teammates to death. We have one of their men now. He will endure much pain, a variety of pain… We're going to break him." Cav is always very barbaric. I suppose I am, too. That's why I get invited to hurt people with her. But she takes it to a whole new bloody level.

She was speaking to me on many levels. I wanted to break him, too. I want to make him suffer pain I've never given before. I never thought of fucking a man. But in this case, between her reminding me I haven't been laid in over 2 years, and knowing my large cock will rip the fucker apart, I was all but excited to take my anger out on him in every way.