I am sorry for the delay but I couldn't upload sooner. Anyway, I hope you like this chapter as much as the others.
Annie is sitting on the metallic chair as she watches the two men argue in front of her, Ronald can barely hold himself and keeps balancing back and forward, almost falling every time. His nose and mouth are bloody and he already lost a most of his teeth, his hands are tied together in front of his abdomen and his left eye is so swollen he can't open it.
Eliot is in front of him with a bloody shirt and crowbar in his hand.
"Did she ask ya to stop?" Eliot gulps and she knows he already knows the answer; the other man looks away for a couple of seconds and scoffs, wincing in pain after, because he already has a couple of ribs broken. "Do I have to ask you again?" Eliot insists through clenched teeth and jaw.
"Silence is worth one finger nail, Mr. Brown" Annie remembers as she lifts the pliers with one hand. "And you already lost four so I'd want to keep the rest..." Even with a swollen face she can read what he feels for her, contempt. She smirks at him and leans back on the chair, completely relaxed.
"Yes..."
"Yes what, Mr. Brown? Use your words, come one!" And she tells him to develop with a gesture of her hand, for Eliot a simple yes would have been enough, however, she is a lot more sadistic than him.
"Yes, she asked me to stop, every single time, repeatedly!" And he stares at her again with anger flaming on his open eye. Eliot fills his chest with air; he didn't want to know that yet it's good he did, the more details he knows about this man and Parker the more blood thirsty he gets.
"How did ya respond to that?" Eliot asks, his grip on the crowbar is tight, holding to it as if that object is what's left of his self-control. Once again the man stays in silence for a few seconds; when he opens his mouth to speak Annie interrupts him.
"Don't do that, Mr. Brown. Don't lie, you will lose another finger!" Her voice is calm and soft.
Ronald tries to compose himself, standing straight, not avoiding Eliot's gaze, masking his fear, all of that to keep the miserable glimpse of dignity he believes he has left.
"I told her I couldn't stop, told her I was showing her how to love and sometimes..." He pauses, Eliot holds the crowbar harder and Annie shifts on her chair. "Sometimes I told her she was a bad girl and that was what bad girls deserved..."
Eliot hits the man in the chest with the crowbar and he falls back hitting his head on the concrete floor, he gasps for air as his lungs seem to burn, Eliot just stands there looking at him with disdain, no matter how much this man is going to suffer, it's not going to be enough.
Annie gets up from her chair and pulls Eliot by the shoulder the minute he's going to kick Ronald in the face.
"Sit on the chair and have some rest, it's my turn again!" And he can't ignore the glimpse of joy on her eyes or the glimpse of terror on Ronald's eyes.
Eliot is really good at inflicting pain, better than her, stronger than her yet Ronald is more scared of her. He can tell she has no scrupulous or conscious and she plays with his mind humiliating him, getting him stripped of his self-pride, bending his soul... Eliot can't do it like she does so he lies on the chair and watches.
She passes the floor on circles around Ronald, he follows her with his good eye as he hears his hearth pumping on his ears; finally, she kneels on the floor next to him and strokes his hair as if comforting him.
"I am tired of this beating... Why don't we role-play a little?" And her smile is so childlike he almost thinks she's a demon; only a demon could take something so pure and innocent like that smile and twist it into a dark threatening.
She walks away and for a moment all he sees are the strong lights from the ceiling, it's almost heavenly and he allows himself to peaceful breath for a little, closing his eye. When he opens it again she's standing next to him, a very sharp dagger shining on her right hand.
"You hit your head when you fell. You shouldn't fall asleep with a concussion, it's dangerous." She states matter of factually and Eliot chuckles on his chair, he's not sure if she's aware of what she's saying. She probably is.
"Let's play!" She says as she sits on top of him, the glimpse of joy back on her eyes.
Annie Kroy is sitting on Ronal's lower abdomen, her arms resting on his shoulders, pinning them to the ground as she uses her legs to balance herself on the man's torso. It could be a sexual thing yet Eliot knows it has nothing to do with sex and everything to with sadism. As she moves like that she applies a certain pressure on the man's ribs making him wince; besides she's making him lose control, teasing him just by standing above him. Her smile is maniac, but as the hours passed by Eliot learned to appreciate that.
"Does it hurt?" She asks as the heel of her left had applies more pressure on the location where Ronald's shoulder is dislocated.
"Yes, it does!" He manages to cry out.
"Ask me to stop!" She says as she rocks faster and harder causing him to spit blood. Eliot takes a mental note: "Possible internal hemorrhage.
"Please, stop!" The man screams his lungs out as she moves her knees to rest on his chest, digging on his broken bones.
"No, not like that, you silly" and that alone reminds Eliot of all those time he goofed around Eleanor and she called him silly. "Ask me to stop the way Parker used to ask you. Oh, and imitate her voice; that makes me happy!" She holds still for a moment so she can listen carefully, her body still applying pressure on all the right, painful points.
"Daddy, please, stop! Please! Don't do it, daddy!" The man screams on a shrill that makes Annie giggle. She grabs the dagger from the floor.
"I am afraid I can't, darling, I am showing you how to love besides you are a bad boy; this is what bad boys deserve!" And she sticks the blade deep on Ronald's right shoulder, tearing the articulation that connects his scapula and humerus.
Once again the man screams in agony as she laughs in pure delight.
"Already screaming, Mr. Brown?" And she frowns a little. "But the games have barely begun. Oh well..." She shrugs in indifference and rips the dagger from the man's right shoulder, stabbing him on the left one. This time his torso arches from the floor almost making her lose balance; she's trilled, laughing at the man's pain as if it's a joke.
Eliot gets up from his chair and walks towards her.
"Do you like it when he screams, Ms. Kroy?" She nods, a diabolic expression embellishing her features. "'Cause I can make him scream louder!" He helps her get up from the almost unconscious man and kneels next to him so he can retrieve the dagger from his shoulder.
"Now," He says as he cleans the blade to his shirt "Let's put up a nice show for the lady!"
Eliot is tying the naked man to his chair, not because there's a chance he's going to escape, but to prevent him from falling down. Ronald Brown lost twelve nails, seven fingers and all of his teeth. His tongue is also gone and jaw and nose are broken, he lost eye sight from his right eye and his left ear is missing. There are several burns and cuts along his torso and he has a few broken ribs, he also can't move his arms because of when Annie stabbed him. Both of his knee caps were shot, one of his feet was smashed and ultimately his penis and balls were cut off. He's having a hard time remaining awake and his respiration his heavy.
Eliot kneels in front of him stitching his still bleeding wounds to make sure he lives twenty more minutes. They just need twenty more minutes...
In the meantime Annie is cleaning the place, putting all the weapons away on their big black bag.
He watches her from the corner of his eye as she picks what seems to be a large ring, with spikes inside, from the floor.
"Annie, what's that?" He asks as he works on the man.
"A male anti masturbation device from the 19th century" Eliot's eyebrows both raise in surprise; where the hell did she bring that from? "It was already on the bag so I'd figure either Nate or Parker did it..." She answers the minute she notices his expression.
"Ok...hu... when did ya use that, darlin'?"
"If I recall it right, it was after you water-boarded him, but before I electrocuted him..." She says with a shrug.
"Could'have used that to yank his... you know" Eliot says gesturing with his hand to a piece of cloth that's applying pressure on the place the man's genitals used to be. Annie rolls her eyes.
"I couldn't agree more! A sharp blade it's not painful enough!" It takes him a few minutes to understand if she's being serious or sarcastic, then he remembers she is a psychopath...
"I was right!" She says after. "He really was tiny!" She giggles and Eliot's rolls his eyes at her, muttering "There's something wrong with you!" under his breath.
He gets up from his chair as she settles Hardison's bomb a few feet away from the man. The hitter slaps Ronald on the face startling him.
"Hey man, she told ya before; don't fall asleep with a concussion" and he grabs the black bag the minute Annie starts the device. He looks at the timer and gives the man a side way smirk. "It's just ten more minutes anyway..."
They are at the door when Annie stops and turns around.
"Goodbye, Mr. Brown, this was a really fun afternoon! I wish we could do it again!" and they leave him to contemplate the last few minutes of his life.
Next chapter will show more of Eliot's and Annie's past.
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