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B.B sat patiently during the meeting, listening to what everyone was saying, and finding herself bored. B.B wasn't much of a fan of meetings. There were no jokes, or smiles, or goofing around. It was only business. And what was worse, she had to sit the entire time. B.B hated having to sit and listen. She hated sitting in general. If she was awake, she wanted to be doing something, and she didn't consider sitting as doing something.
Finally the boss mentioned how they needed a guy to be tortured and she was on it.
"Better than sittin' on my ass." She said to herself with a small smile. She then turned her attention to the young man who was tied to a chair sitting in the other room.
"So, who exactly are ya workin' for? If ya cooperate now, it'll be a lot less painful." B.B informed, but the man just sneered at her.
"I ain't afraid of ya! You're just a lousy broad!" B.B smirked as she pulled a knife out and stabbed it deep into his shoulder.
"Just a lousy broad, huh?" she gave a sharp twist, making the man scream in pain. "Let me show ya, just what a broad can do."
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Firo stood outside the door, shaking his head as he listened to the man scream in agony on the other side of the door. Firo could also make out the sounds of bones crunching.
"I think she enjoys that too much." Firo informed to Maiza, and the older man shrugged.
"As long as she isn't doing it to you."
The screaming continued until the man's voice was hoarse and it was just moans. Firo waited patiently with Maiza outside for B.B to report back to them.
"Thanks handsome. Sorry that had to get so bloody." They heard her say, then the door opened.
B.B stood in the doorway, her rolled up sleeves soaked with blood and some of the red liquid was splattered across her face in small flecks. Her hands were completely drenched in blood and she was drying them off on a towel.
"What'd ya find out?" Firo inquired.
"His name is Charles. He was born December 5th. He has an aversion ta knives. If he doesn't die from blood loss, he won't be able to pleasure himself 'cause I castrated him, and he works for the Runoratas." B.B informed with a smile.
"The Runoratas?" Firo questioned and B.B shrugged.
"Yeah. Guess they're pissed at us for some reason. Charles didn't know why, he was just followin' orders."
"Him "following orders" ended up with several of our men dead." Maiza stated.
"I didn't say it was right. I was just sayin' that he was followin' orders. Trust me, if I has some feelin's for him, I'd let him keep his penis so he could at least show me his gratitude."
"Is he still alive?" Maiza inquired.
"I doubt it. He probably bled out by now." She shrugged.
"We got the information we wanted." Firo stated. "But now the bigger question is, what do the Runoratas want with us?"
