Bailey clung to Bill when the basement door flung open. Amy descended the stairs, a twisted look on her face. "Don't look afraid of your best friend, Bailey. It's hurtful." Amy said, placing her hand over her chest. "I see you've been hard at work, Bailey." She sneered. "I was certain he would be in throes of death when I got here...how disappointing." She said stalking closer to them. "No matter, that means we get to have some fun with him." Amy laughed darkly.
Bailey tightened her grip on his shoulder. "Just let us go." She said, her voice cracking. Amy stopped and glared at her. "Let you go? Bailey, this is for your own good." Amy said in mock concern. "My own good? You have no idea what I've had to do this last week!" Bailey snarled, stepping from behind Bill.
"You didn't have to. You chose to." Amy laughed and shook her head. Bailey glared at her with clenched fists. "You're so cute when you're mad, Bailey." Amy laughed. "Now step aside." Amy said darkly, dropping her faux sweet demeanor. Bailey swallowed thickly, her heart pounding in her ears. Amy rolled her eyes and shoved her away. Bailey fell to the floor, a betrayed look on her face. Her resolve melting like her already frayed nerves.
Amy activated Bill's collar briefly, laughing when he jumped. "Now!" She clapped her hands together. "The real fun begins." She said in dark amusement.
"Amy no!" Bailey pleaded from the floor, weakly reaching out to her. Amy rolled her eyes. "Buzzkill." She muttered, loud enough that Bailey heard. Bailey hung her head and hugged herself; her pounding heart was deafening. What could she do?
Amy stalked closer, clenching her fists. He let out a cry when her fist connected with his face. Amy shook her hand, her knuckles sore from how hard she hit him. "God, why do you have to have such hard bones!" She shrieked angrily. Bill glared at her. "Oh ho ho! You mad piggy?" She laughed angrily, mocking him.
"I still can not believe you fucked him!" Amy shouted, shaking her head. Bailey kept her eyes on the floor. "You're even ashamed of it. As you should be." Amy snarled. "How dare you take advantage of such a vulnerable woman." Amy growled into Bill's ear. He shrunk away from her. "You can't even be a man in front of Bailey even after she's been washing your ass for a week. Pathetic." She spat, lighting up his collar again.
"Please stop Amy. He's done nothing to us." Bailey pleaded again. "He had the audacity!" Amy hissed.
Amy squat down and flicked his nuts. He tensed up and grit his teeth. "Just a wittle flick causes this?" She mocked in a baby voice. "How pathetic." She laughed and slapped his nuts harder. She let out another bark of laughter at his twisted face. "How could you stand having sex with such a gross pathetic excuse for a man? Just looking at him turns me off." Amy said in disgust, glaring at Bailey. "I would have let him rot if it were me. How can you stand wiping this pigs disgusting ass?" Amy demanded. "He would die otherwise." Bailey replied miserably. Amy shrugged and slapped his testicles again; earning a loud strangled cry from him.
Amy pulled a pair a pliers from a grocery bag and waved them around menacingly. "I brought some toys." She sang in a sick glee. Bill stiffened when his eyes landed on the pliers. What was she going to do with those? He glanced over at Bailey who was watching in mute horror.
She grabbed his middle finger and held it firmly. She flashed him a devilish grin as she clamped down on over grown nail and peeled it back. Loud cries tore from his throat as she slowly peeled it all the way off. Blood seeped out of the freshly liberated nail bed. Bailey crept closer to them, her eyes fixated to the crimson dripping from the end of his finger.
Bill clenched his jaw, growling in pain, the rest of his fingers clenched. "Ohh so pretty." Amy crooned at the red liquid. She took a needle from her snapback and scraped the tip into the already tender flesh. Amy dug it deeper, blood beaded up quickly from the scratches. Bill was howling already. She stuck it deeper, soaking in his pain. The stinging pain traveled up his forearm.
Bailey cried at her uselessness.
Amy struggled to get another finger. She kicked his shin, skinning it in the process, distracting him enough to straighten out his pinky. "This little piggy..." Amy trailed off as she yanked off his nail. "Open wide piggy. Lord knows you'll eat anything put in front of you." She snarled, foisting his bloody nail to his lips. He kept his mouth clamped shut. "Open up." She commanded. He shook his head, his finger tips screaming. Amy was about to activate his collar but paused. She looked over to Bailey, who was much closer, and lit up her collar instead.
"Eat it, pig." Amy hissed, lighting up Bailey again. Bill reluctantly opened his mouth, hoping to stop the assault on his poor girlfriend. He gagged, the hard nail felt foreign and wrong. The strong taste of copper made his stomach churn. "Swallow, like the slut you are." She snarled, inches from his face. Bill tried to swallow. He gagged violently. Amy backed away quickly, a look of disgust on her face. Bill vomited all over himself and the floor.
Bailey suppressed a gag and turned her face. Sobs wracked through her.
Bill looked at her in desperation, pleading with his eyes. Amy filled his view again. "Look how filthy you are. Do you enjoy making Bailey your personal maid? Making her clean your disgusting messes." She hissed, trailing a finger over his vomit covered chest. She wiped it on his lips. "How can you love such a disgusting old creature, Bailey?" Amy asked, stalking closer to her. Bailey recoiled from her, nearly hyperventilating. Amy's face twisted in rage.
She took a few angry strides over to Bill and sucker punched his jaw. A screech of rage left her lips. "Have fun cleaning this up, Bailey!" She yelled, her voice crackling. Bailey sobbed harder.
Amy grabbed something else from the crinkly bag. It was a bottle of rubbing alcohol. She made quick work of the seal and poured it over his bloodied digits. Bill hissed through clenched teeth. His nail beds stung to hell, the aching spread up his forearm. "Squeal for me piggy." She snarled, digging her nails in his exposed nail beds. He whined and squirmed.
Amy took a hold of his pinky and snapped it sideways. An audible crack was followed with a loud pained cry. "So that's what that feels like." Amy said with a laugh. "God you're gross." She muttered, taking in his filthy form.
She fidgeted with the needle as she milled over what to do next. A smile formed on her face when she got an idea. Amy took the needle and jabbed it into his lower lip. Bill jerked away from her, turning his head this way and that to avoid her. She lit up his collar, causing him to still. She pushed the needle all the way through his lip, jiggling it around. Bill cried out, wanting it to just end. Amy pulled the needle out and jammed it into another part of his lip. She did this over and over until his lips were swollen and bloody. She applied a cloth covered in rubbing alcohol, sending his pain to new heights. He screamed and tried to move away from her strong hold. The fumes of the alcohol burned his nose and lungs. He gasped for breath, taking in lung fulls of the fumes. Panic set in as he squirmed around frantically. His heart pounded.
"He can't breathe! Stop it Amy!" Bailey cried, trying to pull Amy's arm away. Amy glared at Bailey and back handed her across the mouth. Bailey stumbled back in surprise and stood there dumbly. Blood trickled out of her nose and down her lips. Bailey stood there and cried, not bothering to wipe her face.
Amy relented with a huff. "Don't get in the way, Bailey." She hissed. Bill coughed, gasping for air. Amy scowled at him. "I'm too grossed out to continue." She growled, lighting up his collar. "You're lucky today pig. Next week you won't be." Amy hissed, spitting on him.
Amy grabbed Bailey's upper arm and dragged her up the stairs. She silently followed Amy, still in shock from the last hour. Once out of the basement, Amy slammed the door shut and turned out the light. Bailey stared at her hopelessly.
Amy grabbed a paper towel and wet it. She dabbed the blood from Bailey's mouth and chin. "This wouldn't have happened if you stayed out of the way." Amy said sternly, dabbing harder. Bailey winced and pulled away. "Just let him die and we can go home. You're doing this to yourself at this point, Bailey " Amy said with a sigh. Bailey stared blankly at her. "You must really enjoy cleaning up shit and puke. You're so gross." Amy scoffed and threw the paper towel away.
Bailey continued to stare at her. Her tears long since dried up. "Why did you sleep with him? He's so gross." Amy asked, a disgusted look on her face. Bailey just stared. "Hello? Earth to Bailey!" Amy aaid, snapping in her face. Bailey took a step back, a blank expression on her face. Amy grabbed a half full cup of water and threw it in her face. Bailey blinked away the water. Amy shook Bailey's shoulders roughly. Bailey faltered, her face twisting in anguish.
Amy glared at her. "Welcome back." Spat. Fresh tears streamed Bailey's cheeks. "I can't even look at you without seeing you two in bed! What the hell is wrong with you?" Amy demanded, shaking her again. Bailey shook under Amy's harsh grip. Amy shook her head. "You let him use you. I can't. I...what the fuck, Bailey! You're so gross!" She snapped. "I'm surprised his dick even works. Ugh! It won't when I'm done with him." She groaned in disgust. "Please don't hurt him anymore. I'm begging you." Bailey pleaded.
Amy slapped her. Bailey sobbed and backed into the counter. "What is wrong with you?" Amy demanded, closing the distance between them. "He doesn't deserve this. Let him go." Bailey pleaded. Amy sighed heavily and shook her head. "Fine, stay here and rot with him, since you care about him so much." Amy spat acidly. "N-no. Amy please!" Bailey cried, gripping the counter for support. "What the hell has you so attached to this pig?" Amy demanded with a what the fuck look. Bailey tried to stammer out a response. Amy shook her head again. "You always liked the ugly boys. I see you still have bad taste."
Bailey balled her fists, crying. "Who even are you anymore!" She snarled.
"The same I've always been, Bailey. If it weren't for me, you'd have no one. Don't even count on that pathetic tub of lard to stick with you if he gets free. He'll leave you, Bailey. Then you'll truly be alone if you ditch me." Amy spat coldly. Bailey shook her head. Amy scoffed and rolled her eyes. "He's using you, Bailey. Of course he's going to be nice to you, you're the only thing keeping him alive right now." Amy said sternly, giving her shoulder a squeeze. Bailey averted her eyes. "You were too nice enough to let him fuck you." She growled and squeezed her shoulder harder before letting go.
"I really like him." Bailey said quietly, ashamed.
"Tell me how much you like him once he leaves you high and dry. I don't care if I'm in prison or what. You fucking tell me." Amy snapped, dead serious. "Let him go. I'm sure we won't get a ton of time. The longer we keep this up the longer we'll get." Bailey pleaded, pulling her hair back. Amy scoffed again. "Hell no!" She snapped.
Amy shook her head. "Tell me how much you like him after you keep this up for a few months."
"Amy no! Why are you punishing me like this?" Bailey cried, slamming her fist down in the counter. "Did you forget about your role in his escape attempt two weeks ago?" Aky snarled, shoving her. Bailey stumbled back. "I was doing what I thought was right!" She cried indignantly. "Well you thought wrong. As usual!" Amy spat.
"Just go!" Bailey yelled. "Fine! I will! Enjoy cleaning your bucket of lard!" Amy screamed and stormed out of the house. "Amy wait!" Bailey called a few seconds later. She heard the pad locks being secured. "I'm sorry!" She screamed, hoping Amy heard.
A few moments later she heard some knocking on the bedroom window. She rushed to it. "I'll be back next week." Amy shouted at the window before leaving. Bailey watched her climb into her car and speed off.
"Well shit." She sighed tiredly.