Raven dragged a chair behind her into the room, throwing it down in front of Murphy and spinning it around so the back faced him. Collapsing into it she turned around and straddled it with her legs at the sides of the back, resting her arms on top of it and setting her chin down on her arms. She smiled sweetly and tilted her head. Murphy tensed up in apprehension as she simply sat and stared at him, visually devouring every inch of him he had no idea what could possibly be formulating behind those blue eyes. "Murphy, sweetheart we have a little bit of a problem." She shifted and propped her chin in her hand, pouting just a bit as she finished the last words. "I wanted to trust you enough to be civil, however you seem to have proven you're a bit too…unstable, for that. And if you can't act like a civilized creature I can't treat you like one. There's also the not so small matter of the fact you found it appropriate to attack me. I just can't let that go unpunished sweetheart." Raven leaned forward and stroked his cheek, looking him straight in the eyes, "Now I'll be gentle with it the first time, but should this happen again I do believe you'll regret it, at least as long as you're conscious." Her hand stayed where it was on his face, her voice was soft and smooth in a way that could only be described as sensual. "But first I think your brother should see this."

Raven swung one leg high over the back of the chair, her skirt riding up and flashing Murphy a good glimpse of her lacy black panties, he looked away quickly but not before she saw him take a peek out of sheer instinct if nothing else. Disappearing for only moments she returned with a tripod, hooking a simple cell phone to the stand. In an admittedly cliché but still chilling gesture she snapped her fingers summoning two of her goons to her side.

"Who the fuck are you?" Murphy spat, half in disgust half in awe of the things she managed to make appear so effortless, as though having high-level thugs respond to the snap of your fingers was as routine as morning coffee.

"Oh honey, if you knew who I was you would be in a hell of a lot more danger than you are now. Because if you knew who I was I couldn't let you live." She grinned ear to ear. "String him up boys."

Connor was crouched outside the house he had been led to; it appeared empty at the moment so he crouched in a shed in the backyard, his stomach tied in knots. He knew nothing about these people and couldn't find anything out about them either, for all he knew they were just average citizens who had done nothing wrong in their lives, and he didn't know if he could kill the innocent even for his brother and his own safety. For all he knew Raven had picked a home and victims at random just to torment him. It was the ultimate kill or get killed scenario, and it was eating him away inside to think he may well be minutes away from putting his and Murphys' lives above those of two strangers he knew nothing about. He could be just minutes away from murder, he had never used the word murder to describe what he and Murphy did to criminals, that was simply pest control, cleaning the streets, but this could very well be the slaughter of the innocent, murder, could he put his and Murphy's lives above theirs and deem that they were worthier of life because the power was in his hands. Depending on who these people were they very well could have argued they deserved to love more than he and Murphy did. Technically he and his brother were murderers, did they really have more of a right to live than the people in this house. His phone chimed and he fought the urge to scream, he had no way to know what would be on the screen this time and he didn't know how many more of these calls he could take, anger coursed through his veins with each chime and each call. Heart pounding in fear and awful anticipation he unlocked the phone.

The fluorescent lights in the room looked even brighter than they had before, the thought registered in the back of Connors' mind as he struggled to come to terms with what he was seeing. Murphy stood on two chairs, his legs spread with one foot on each, his hands were bound over his head held in place with thick leather rope that appeared to be laced through a pulley system above. His back was to the camera so Connor had no way of knowing if his mouth was still taped, but from what he could see he still had the collar on.

Murphy could come up with a hundred reasons for raven to have tied him up the way she had, and the longer he stood there the more gruesome they got. He almost wished she would just hurry it up and get it over with. He wished he could fight back but it would be a long time until she took any risks like that after his last attempt, he wanted to scream and yell and taunt her but knew that would only make things worse for him as she was in total control. The door opened, he heard the click of the high heel boots she had apparently put back on. Her black skirt and blazer had been replaced by skintight leather pants and a red and black corset, Murphy scrambled to come up with a reason for the change but found himself at a loss. She held her hands behind her back and smirked teasingly, shifting her weight from side to side swinging her hips, twitching whatever it was she held in her hands behind her back where he could almost but not quite see it.

"So Murphy darling, are you ready to find out what happens when you misbehave?" Saccharine poison dripped from each word she spoke, a sick excitement gleamed in her eyes. She strode around behind him, as she turned he finally caught a glimpse of the object in her hand. A whip.

Connor got his first real look at Raven since the start of the video as she emerged behind Murphy and in front of the camera, a whip swinging loosely by her side. Connor couldn't quite stop a gasp from escaping his lips. Fuck this was about to go downhill fast. Raven turned towards the camera and waved, leaning forward so far her breasts almost fell out of her corset she blew a kiss towards the lens and therefore Connor. Connor could practically see the tension in Murphys' back, Raven stretched catlike, swinging the whip about as she did so, he could hear the whistling sound it made as it cut through the air.

Murphy had no idea when the first blow would land, couldn't even turn his head to look, he could hear the air whistling as the whip snapped, tensing for the impact each time and not sure if he should be relieved or only more terrified each time it didn't. She was toying with him, he didn't want to give her the satisfaction of seeing him squirm. Just as he was starting to wonder if she was going to just psychologically torture him with the anticipation of a blow that never came there was a hot, sharp, burning sting across his back. He gritted his teeth and fought back a groan. It wasn't too bad yet, but it was only going to get worse.

Connor clenched his jaw as he watched, it made him physically ill to see his brother treated in such a way but he couldn't look away, he could almost feel the burning hot pain as Raven drew the whip back again. And again. And again. And again.

Murphy found himself wrapping his fingers tightly around the rope his wrists were bound with, his jaw ached with the force he needed to stop from screaming out, his muscles tight with the effort of holding himself upright, his knees were liable to collapse at any moment from the agony coursing through him skittering across his skin. The whip reached far enough that he could feel welts raising on even his arms and sides, as far as he could tell no skin had been broken yet but he had no sense of how long it had gone on for nor any idea of when it would end.

Without even seeing her face Connor could tell by Ravens' movements that she took an immense amount of twisted pleasure in the pain she inflicted, with each snap of the leather he felt himself fall apart a little more. He was failing his brother. He should be out there hunting her down and finding Murphy instead he was crouching in some strangers filthy shed at her orders because he was too afraid to disobey her.

Murphy was seeing dark spots float through his vision; he didn't know how much longer he could maintain his grip on consciousness. "So Murphy, have you learned your lesson? Are you going to disobey me again? Or do you like what happens when you misbehave?" Raven purred, snapping the whip one last time then letting it fall to her side.

"You can kiss my ass." Murphy grunted through his still clamped teeth, trying his damnedest not to let on the real amount of agony she had inflicted show.

"Gladly." Raven chuckled darkly.

Connor wanted to close his eyes, didn't want to see what she had in mind, but he couldn't stop watching, he needed to know every little thing this woman did so he knew exactly how much he needed to torment her in return before he killed her. And he would kill her; there was nothing in this world that could stop him.

Raven knelt down, leaned up on her knees, and grabbed the hem of Murphys' underwear in her teeth. Unable to see all Murphy could feel was her soft sticky lips on his thigh, the graze of her teeth. His heart beat faster as he felt the only scrap of thin fabric between them slide down lower and lower, she forcefully picked one of his feet up and maneuvered the fabric off, then did the same to the other, forcing him to teeter desperately for balance despite being completely unable to do anything about it. Murphy had reached a level of humiliation and degradation he had never thought possible even after he found himself collared like a dog standing naked on camera being beaten. Giggling so quietly Murphy could barely hear it in his barely conscious haze Raven ran her hands across his bare legs, caressing the taut musculature, leaning up she did as he said and kissed him square on the ass.

Connor finally reached a breaking point and turned to vomit onto the floor, wiping his mouth he turned his attention back to the screen with the mentality of a car passing a wreck, he couldn't not look. A perfectly formed red lipstick print stained Murphys' bare buttock, Connor knew then he would never be able to face a woman with red lips again.

Standing back up slowly Raven drew the whip back again, with more power than she had used before she lashed forward, the brutal edge bit deep into the soft flesh of Murphys' butt, blood began to ooze from the wound, somehow lined up just below the lipstick kiss.

It was the last blow, the straw that broke the camels back, Murphys' knees buckled and he fell forward, only barely supporting himself anymore. Looking him up and down Raven casually kicked one of the chairs out from under him. He lurched to the side, toppling over landing hard on his knees, the ropes around his wrists jerking him up roughly still. Raven blew another kiss towards the camera, the thinnest sheen of sweat shining on her porcelain skin, malicious pleasure and joy evident in her eyes. The screen went dark. Connor physically bit his tongue to refrain from screaming out and drawing attention to himself. If he wasn't mistaken he had just heard a car door close.

Connor couldn't believe his phone was ringing again, what could she possibly need now. There were definitely people arriving home, he heard a male voice screaming and shouting, what sounded like a much quieter female voice. He unlocked the phone and prayed they hadn't heard the ring.

"Did you enjoy the show?" Raven giggled, Connor very nearly hung up the phone. "Back to business. Don't let them see your face doll; I'll assume you were smart enough to have your mask. I want you to put them on their knees and make them confess I want to hear them spill every sin they've ever committed. Then you shoot him. And depending on how you judge her confession, you decide if she lives or dies." Raven hung up with a click before Connor had even finished processing what he had been told.

Creeping out of the shed Connor kept low and approached the window, pulling the mask he did indeed have out of his pocket and yanking it on, hating that Raven was right about any little thing. The screaming escalated. Right as he was about to peer in the window he heard a definite smack and a woman cry out.

It sounded like his moral dilemma had just been solved.

It couldn't have been any easier, the only luck he had so far, the back door was unlocked. Opening it quietly he slunk around the wall, he didn't usually take such a direct approach but he had no choice. The fight seemed to be continuing in the living room. From around the doorframe he could see the man looming over a tiny woman cowering on the floor. He cocked his gun and stepped out.

"Get down on the floor, on your knees." He barked

Sheer terror on their faces both turned to look at him, eyes wide, Connor could practically hear their rapid breathing.

"I said. On. Your. Knees." He bellowed even louder. The girl slowly picked herself up half off the floor, kneeling slowly. Not taking his eyes off Connor the man lowered himself down and hit the ground with a thunk.

"I wanna see your hands in front a your chests, and we're goin' ta start with. You." Connor turned so his full attention was on the man, pointing his gun directly at him. "Starting now. You're going to confess every wrong thing you've done in your life. I want to hear every single sin. And maybe then I'll let you live."

The man met Connors eyes defiantly, trying to mask the fear he felt, licking his lips slowly. "Forgive me father for I have sinned. I have tainted my body with drugs and alcohol and corrupted others with the same. I have lusted after many women and had sex outside marriage, I have envied the joys of others. And lord save my soul I have taken the life of another more than once." He recited calmly. Connor spent a long moment looking into his eyes, seeking any sign of remorse, even if it was just to calm his own conscience, there was not a trace of regret to be seen. He looked over at the woman, barely more than a girl huddled on the floor; bruises were evident across her body, the marks of fingers gruesome on her neck, a fresh cut dripped blood on her forehead.

"You forgot something important." Connor lined the gun up right between his eyes. "You forgot her. I can see what you've done to her." he pulled the trigger; the body seemed to fall in slow motion and crumple on the floor. The girl fell over and scrambled backwards away from where it landed, pure horror in her eyes.

"Ok sweetie. I need the same from you. You need to confess." Connor crouched down just a hair and softened his voice.

"I-I've sinned father." She muttered, without the practiced finesse of the man. "I've had sex, and I've done drugs but I didn't wa-want to do them he forced me into it he did it to me." Her voice trembled, her whole body quivered she could barely look up at Connor where he stood. "I've done l-lots of bad things in my life but I have never killed a man. A-and I hope that grants me some small mercy." A few small tears leaked from here green eyes, she sniffed quietly. Connor looked at her pathetic frame crumpled on the ground, bruised and scarred and largely a victim of circumstance. He pitied her, he really did, he wouldn't harm her she had done nothing wrong, he would give her the benefit of the doubt and let her go, praying she would make better choices in the future. Kneeling in front of her he took her dainty hands enveloping them in his much larger ones. Too quiet for her to even hear he muttered a prayer, her hands shook violently in his. Opening his eyes again he met hers and tried to smile as reassuringly as he could while holding a gun and invading her house with a mask on. He slowly made the sign of the cross over her, his fingers just barely brushing her shoulders.

"Take care of yourself darling. You can do better than this, get outta here and find yourself a good man and live your life. I'm gonna let you go. But you gotta save yourself." Connor rested an open hand against her cheek; his heart ached as he saw the way she flinched away from the movement. He was surprised to feel tears in his own eyes. In all the people he'd dealt with, killing off the mob, common criminals, tracking and hunting the scum of the world, he had never been faced with anyone that affected him in such a way. Standing up and turning reluctantly away he opened the back door again and took one last glance backwards, foolishly after having taken his mask off, she finally met his eyes and a thin, uncertain smile formed hesitantly on her lips. Suddenly Connor recalled the name on the paper. "Goodbye Álainn."

The door clicked closed behind him and he walked briskly down the street, breaking into a jog as soon as he was far enough away to no longer be suspicious. He could only hope she would be grateful for what he had done or hadn't gotten a good look at him. In the pit of his heart he felt she wouldn't betray him despite knowing nothing about her, as well as the odd feeling that maybe some kind of good had come out of the nightmare he was trapped in. His phone rang again.

"Well isn't that touching." Raven didn't even waste time on a hello; Connor once again wondered how she knew what he had done especially with such speed. "Sweet little battered girl going to make a better life for herself now. Hope she didn't really see you Connor, hope you made a good choice, the right choice. Hope you didn't just make a big mistake." She giggled. "You're going to go up to Clovers' now, just hang around for a little bit, make some friends, until I give you your next set of instructions. And don't you dare try to do anything or go anywhere else." The phone clicked again. It seemed like a sign, the hurried pace of the conversation, the fact she wouldn't give him his directions until later. He knew Clovers', a seedy bar and club in the most questionable parts of town; he had no idea what she could need there. He oriented himself quickly as he realized he wasn't entirely sure where he was and started for the bar, pondering how Raven could see him, he would have noticed long ago if he had a physical tail, especially in the house, but there was no way she could have cameras on him at all times. Was there?

The door made a distinctive sound when it opened; Murphy had learned to recognize it, hearing it even though he was still floating on the bare edge of consciousness. Reluctant to open his eyes he felt the rope around his wrists slacken just enough for him to rest comfortably on the floor no longer suspended awkwardly lifted in the air just above the ground but not loose enough for him to reach far enough to hurt her, not that he was in any condition to do so it was instinct to think about how he could. Her cool skeletal fingers wrapped around his bound ankles and pulled them out from under him, laying him prone on the tile. He opened his eyes a crack out of curiosity, she was kneeling next to him with a jar of some kind in her hand. It wouldn't surprise him if it was poison, or something designed to itch or burn his wounds. Opening the jar she scooped a handful and rubbing it into her palms. It couldn't be anything too bad if she would have it on her own skin. Her touch was cold on his back. An odd, relieving cold, the kind of cold that burned and soothed as she smeared whatever ointment it was across his back. In that moment it felt like heaven. He closed his eyes again and tried to forget where he was and who was behind him, something he had never tried to do before, it was usually too dangerous to not be aware of his surroundings. That should have been particularly true where he was now. But he just wanted to focus on the wonderful sensation of relief; with nothing he could do anyway he might as well enjoy the small humanities he received even if they were administered by a psychopath.

"I know you're awake Murphy." It was startling how casually conversational Ravens' voice was, it lacked the venom laced sweetness and syrup he had become accustomed too, only the barest hint of her usual cold inflection. As though they were simply friends passing each other in the streets, it gave no indication she had locked him up, collared him, whipped him. She had never sounded so normal. Her fingers continued to massage the ointment lightly into his back, her touch for that brief time a wonderful feeling. Her fingers dipped lower, swiping a cool line across the gash on his butt, if he wasn't imagining things her fingers slowed as she did so, he tried not to think about it and just let the chill of her healing ministrations wash over him. "Do you see why you need to do as I say Murphy. I went easy on you this time."

Murphy shuddered internally at the thought of what brutal must be if this had been going easy.

"Next time, I might have to make you bleed."

Note- another chapter another dose of psychopathy. As always let me know what you think. Should this be rated m? I feel like Raven is getting out of hand its only going to get worse. Just let me know what you think/feel about this so far

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