Grand Theft Auto: Cost of Revenge
Chapter 19 of my Grand Theft Auto story, we are back with Tracey and her current nightmare sadly.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Grand Theft Auto or its characters.
Unfair Punishment
Tracey groaned as she lifted her head; her vision swam, the pain was almost unbearable. She moaned but it was muffled by the knotted length of cloth which was pulled tightly between her teeth and tied behind her head, gagging her. That was after torturing her, inflicting pain and making her scream.
'Why, it...why me, this isn't...' She thought in dismay. 'I can't tell them anything, it doesn't get them anything hurting me like this...'
She groaned again, looking around, she was still in the same room as before; still tied to the chair. Her clothes, while still on her body, were badly torn from the torture she had endured, the pain came mainly from the burns inflicted upon her by the man torturing her. Some burns had been inflicted by a lit cigarette, but the majority of them were inflicted by electricity after being soaked in water. Enough that it added serious discomfort to her pain. Still looking around she tried to make sense of it and praying for a way out.
She moaned into her gag. 'Dad...Franklin, someone...save me, get me out of this...urgh, my…my head...'
She shuddered; she had a nasty feeling that her torments were far from over and that something terrible was due to happen yet again.
She got her answer when the door suddenly opened and sure enough, the man from before entered; observing her casually.
"Plmhfm." She pleaded.
The man just grinned. "Well, this hasn't gone as well as I would have hoped. But then, I can simply...take revenge easily now."
She watched him, eyes wide with fear as he drew closer, now standing right in front of her.
"Your dear brother was supposed to join you here; unfortunately my associates failed to grab him, thanks to the interference of Mr. Philips."
'Uncle Trevor...' Tracey thought in relief.
But the relief soon vanished as the man shrugged.
"Well, I'll no longer be able to use the both of you to deal with your father." He remarked. "So I'll just have to settle for hurting you further. It's time I sent your father a little message."
With that he suddenly drew a knife.
Tracey immediately freaked out. "Nh, nh plmhfm, nht thht!"
But he ignored her, leaned in closer and then suddenly his plan became horribly clear as he turned her head, tilting it back and gripping her right ear. Then moved the knife into position.
"Nh, nh, NHHHH!"
Her world dissolved into agony as he began to cut her upper part of her right ear off. By the time he was done as stepped back she still screamed, before the pain soon became too much and she passed out, unable to take anymore.
"Disgusting." He growled.
He had observed with distaste Tracey's misfortune as the pain she felt this time was so much she lost control of her bladder. Shaking his head he turned and left the room, two of his men were waiting.
"Alright, you two, go in and do as instructed, remember, we don't want her dying yet." He instructed. "So make sure you deal with her wound, first."
They both nodded and entered and finally the man approached another of his followers, at the end of the corridor.
"You, take this, join the others and make the delivery...they'll be trying to get Franklin Clinton out; do not allow that to happen, deal with him and make sure Michael De Santa gets the package." He was determined to impress the importance of this mission.
He nodded in agreement and left, taking Tracey's ear with him.
Turning away the man smirked; things weren't exactly how they were supposed to be. But he was able to adapt and continue his plan.
Soon revenge would be his.
End of chapter, sadly, things are getting worse for Tracey, read and review please.