This chapter contains physical violence and the use of strong words, feel free not to read it, I completely understand.
This one is longer and is part of Mr. Brown's punishment; also we get to see exactly how evil Annie Kroy is.
That was the calm before the storm.
Ronald gulps, yeah he is totally fucked but he won't give those people the pleasure of dying without making them suffer too...
Annie's voice appears on his ears again. "Mr, Brown, I can hear you thinking and whatever it is... don't!" And he knows she is grinning.
Eliot slowly turns himself around as several questions spin on his head, Annie knows he has questions yet she lived her entire life as a woman of actions, words are Sophie's job.
"I have questions!" Eliot states, his hands curled into fists, white knuckles; a tone that leaves no doubt for how irritated he s.
"Ohhh, I am sure Mr. Brown here will gladly answer you." She hugs the man on a friendly, awkward away, wrapping her right arm around his neck. She is actually just showing him she has a pliers on her hand. "Won't you Mr. Brown?" Her tone sounds youthful and shadowy as she waves the pliers around.
Ronald doesn't respond, his face flushing red as he feels a strange warm spread in between his legs. Eliot notices and chuckles a little.
"Ms. Kroy ya just made the man piss his own pants!" She arches an eyebrow on an expression that is both amused and disappointed.
"That happens to me more than what you would imagine Mr. Spencer. Though, Mr. Brown here is extremely premature." She pauses as the man starts to tremble in his place. "Do you think that's why he did it?" She seems genuinely curious.
"I am not following you, Ms Kroy" Eliot states simply, on a normal day he'd probably be the first to catch up with Sophie's line of though. Neither that is a normal day nor is the woman standing in front of him Sophie.
"Maybe peeing himself is not the only thing he's premature at. Maybe he couldn't please grown women and got so frustrated he decided to rape his daughter." She says as she passes the floor, stepping away from Mr. Brown on a more cautious way than anything else, she can see Eliot is making a real effort not to punch the man repeatedly until he stops breathing. She doesn't want to be in his way if Spencer loses control.
Spencer doesn't move so she drops the pliers, provokingly, on Mr. Brown's lap, so close to his genital are the man goes pale. Her hands come to rest on his shoulders again, her face so close to his he could kiss her if he wanted, her eyes locked on his, squinting slightly as she reads him.
Eliot moves so he won't stand behind Annie anymore, but by her side where he can watch the entire scene happening.
"Is that it Mr. Brown? This afternoon, if I really had a flat tire, if we had ended up on a cheap Motel would you have come to quickly to please me?" The man's jaw tightens and Eliot can see he is clenching his teeth. Annie smirks and continues, pausing between every word on a way that specially irks Ronald. "Or maybe you're just impotent." His face grows red with anger, she smiles again. "I can totally see it: you sitting on the edge of the bed saying you're sorry, so ashamed, swearing that never happened to you before... Am I right, Mr. Brown? You can't get it up with real women so you shag little girls?"
"No!" He barks. "In fact I'd have fucked that pussy of yours so hard you wouldn't be able to walk for hours!"
"Ms Kroy, please move so I can hit him for disrespecting you." Eliot says calmly as he takes a crowbar from the bag; Annie doesn't move.
"I doubt you could do that, Mr. Brown. Do you want to know why?" She moves forward to whispers on his ear. "You're too tiny!" She takes the pliers from his lap, smirking at how his muscles nervously contract when she approaches that particular area and comes back to standing behind him.
"Dou you want to know why I did it?" Ronald says with an arrogant smile after a few minutes of silence. Annie is standing behind him, looking down as if the pliers is more entertaining than anything else, but replies a vivid "sure" that annoys Eliot. Sometimes he still has to remember she is not Sophie; she's a psychopath that enjoys other's suffering no matter who it is... Then she adds "Whatever motivates Eliot to hit you harder" and looks at him on a way that means "I don't take pleasure on the suffering of little girls" and he remembers that she once was a suffering little girl and that she shares Sophie's memories which means she has an innate respect for Parker.
Eliot moves again so he's in front of the man and twirls the crowbar on his hands.
"Go ahead" He half growls. Ronald smirks again.
"I don't understand why you are so pissed about it." He says to Eliot. "It was really good and fun; she was so tight... The way she kept squealing and twitching; trying to fight me even though she knew she couldn't escape from that..." He pauses, Annie's face doesn't change and Eliot is beyond angry, he's actually sad and feeling so sick he has to control himself not to puke right there. "She's pregnant and as I far as I understood you are the husband. If it's a girl you really should try..." Eliot walks towards him ready to hit him with the crowbar, but Ronald's loud scream of agony echoing throughout the facility causes him to stop. Annie's smile is wide and bright as she holds the pliers on her hand; a, literally bloody, nail trapped between the tips of it.
"One down, nineteen to go! Now let me settle the house rules. You only speak when addressed too, if you speak without our orders or stay silent when we ask questions your nails are gone. You lie to us, and believe me, I can smell lies; your fingers are cut off. You ever mention Parker or the baby again and I will personally cut off your balls with a rusty, blunt saw. Understood?" Everything on her tone is completely serious; she's not playing anymore.
"Y…yes..." Ronald says on a strand of voice, pain still flashing through his face.
"Can't hear youuu..." Annie singsongs on his ear.
"Yes, Ma'am" Ronald says, louder this time.
"Ma'am... ohhhh. I like that! How do you address Mr. Spencer there?" She asks waving the pliers in Eliot's direction, the nail already fallen on the floor.
"Sir" Ronald says with a gulp.
"Very good! And how do you address Parker when speaking of her?" Silence falls on the room. "Do I need to repeat myself Mr. Brown? That won't be good for you!" The man is shaking in fear; she's too close for him to be merely confortable.
"Lady... I address her as the Lady." Annie smiles as if she were a child to whom a candy is given.
"Mr. Spencer, would you please punch him?" Eliot drops the crowbar on the floor rolling his sleeves up.
"As you which, Ms. Kroy!" He says and punches Ronald in the jaw breaking it and making the man fall to the ground again, this time Annie doesn't lift him.
"Let's try this again shall we?" She's using one hand to slightly slap her other palm with the pliers. "How do you address Parker when mentioning her?"
"I... I don't. I don't ever mention her!" Ronald says as a thread of blood leaves his mouth, Annie sighs, theman is really dumb.
"Mr. Spencer, would you please kick him?" Eliot just smiles and nods kicking the fallen man on the solar plexus. Ronald screams again as more blood leaves his mouth.
"Last chaaance!" Annie singsongs and Eliot can see she's wishing the man answers wrongly again. "And remember, this might cost your balls! Now, how do you address Parker when mentioning her?" Ronald doesn't answer this time. Annie wickedly smiles.
"That's right! You see your previous answer was almost right, only problem being when you said you don't address Parker because you don't mention her you were actually doing it." She licks her lips before she continues speaking. "You know what the best part is Mr. Brown?"
"No Ma'am, I don't!" Ronald says with such respect and fear on his voice it actually amuses Eliot. "I asked you a question and you stood silent. I get to yank you another nail!" And she laughs as Ronald's eyes suddenly widen in terror and he wets his pants for the first time that night.
As the man screams Eliot doesn't know what scares him the most, the fact she truly is a psycho or the fact he likes her that way.
Next chapter will be the death of Mr. Brown.
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