Amelia had just finished killing everyone in the pub when she realized.
"Crap, now I have to find another place to get drunk."
So she went around and came upon this crappy little place called the Benbow Inn.
"Hmmm....this places looks like crap" She said as she walked in the door.
"Sup, loser." Said a snot nosed kid named Jim.
Jim was a loser, and nobody liked him. Even Jim's mom hated him. Once she said that he was a filthy mistake.
"Are you gonna get my booze, or am I gonna have to tear the flesh from you very frame?" said Amelia, quite candidly.
"Sure, it's right here in my pocket."
Jim reaches in his pocket, and instead of pulling out a beer, he pulls out a massive butterfly knife.
"Gahhh!" said Jim, as he lunged for Amelia, seeking to plunge the dagger deep into her heart.
But that didn't happen, cause Amelia was too awesome for that. She grabbed his wussy hand and squeezed.
"Ahhh!!!! You're breaking my fingers!" screamed Jim.
But Amelia didn't care. She rather enjoyed torturing stupid little pansies and found this quite amusing.
She let go, and Jim collapsed into a heap on the floor. She kneeled down, and tied his hands together with her belt.
As Amelia dragged Jim across the floor he asked in a daze, "Where are you taking me."
"You'll see...." is all she said.
About fifteen minutes later she stopped dragging him. They were now in a room with a lamp, and long table and a briefcase. She lifted Jim and placed him on the table, then walked to the corner and busied herself with the contents of the briefcase.
"Jim, are you familiar with torture? It's mostly intimidation, but the real pros get pretty violent. Whether they pull out an iron and burn away your skin, or send thousands of volts through your body, they make it their business to cause pain. I, myself have been interested in torture since I was a child. I practiced on rabbits and deers I found in the woods behind my house. And now that I'm slightly drunk and pretty bored, ima practice on you."
She pulled a silvery instrument from the case and walked towards Jim.
"What the crap is that!?" said Jim.
"It's merely an instrument...an instrument of your DOOM!"
She then proceeded to tear all of his skin off.
As she walked out of the Inn she found that she has spent more time murdering Jim then she had planned. This was bad, cause she had a luncheon with the queen in the morning that she simply could not miss. She only had six hours to get drunk. But how...?
"Crap, now I have to find another place to get drunk."
So she went around and came upon this crappy little place called the Benbow Inn.
"Hmmm....this places looks like crap" She said as she walked in the door.
"Sup, loser." Said a snot nosed kid named Jim.
Jim was a loser, and nobody liked him. Even Jim's mom hated him. Once she said that he was a filthy mistake.
"Are you gonna get my booze, or am I gonna have to tear the flesh from you very frame?" said Amelia, quite candidly.
"Sure, it's right here in my pocket."
Jim reaches in his pocket, and instead of pulling out a beer, he pulls out a massive butterfly knife.
"Gahhh!" said Jim, as he lunged for Amelia, seeking to plunge the dagger deep into her heart.
But that didn't happen, cause Amelia was too awesome for that. She grabbed his wussy hand and squeezed.
"Ahhh!!!! You're breaking my fingers!" screamed Jim.
But Amelia didn't care. She rather enjoyed torturing stupid little pansies and found this quite amusing.
She let go, and Jim collapsed into a heap on the floor. She kneeled down, and tied his hands together with her belt.
As Amelia dragged Jim across the floor he asked in a daze, "Where are you taking me."
"You'll see...." is all she said.
About fifteen minutes later she stopped dragging him. They were now in a room with a lamp, and long table and a briefcase. She lifted Jim and placed him on the table, then walked to the corner and busied herself with the contents of the briefcase.
"Jim, are you familiar with torture? It's mostly intimidation, but the real pros get pretty violent. Whether they pull out an iron and burn away your skin, or send thousands of volts through your body, they make it their business to cause pain. I, myself have been interested in torture since I was a child. I practiced on rabbits and deers I found in the woods behind my house. And now that I'm slightly drunk and pretty bored, ima practice on you."
She pulled a silvery instrument from the case and walked towards Jim.
"What the crap is that!?" said Jim.
"It's merely an instrument...an instrument of your DOOM!"
She then proceeded to tear all of his skin off.
As she walked out of the Inn she found that she has spent more time murdering Jim then she had planned. This was bad, cause she had a luncheon with the queen in the morning that she simply could not miss. She only had six hours to get drunk. But how...?