When they arrived at Mike and Trish's place, Vex handed the driver the money he was due, and then grabbed his bag before roughly shutting the car door. Heading into the house, he called out, "I'm back! Where's my whiskey?"
Trisha Vahn's voice echoed from her bedroom, "I'm in my room with it! Mike's out!"
Vex smirked darkly at the thought of being alone with the whore in the other room; he pulled open the door of Trish's bedroom and stepped inside. "'Ello, love," he greeted in a cold voice, taking the bottle of whiskey from her dresser and re-filling his flask before capping it and setting it back down. "Now then," he seemed to purr, stepping over to her and catching her chin in his hand, making her tilt her head up to look at him.
"Wh-what is it, V?" Trish asked nervously, not liking the sadistic look that had filled his eyes. She backed up on the bed slightly, but Vex took that as a chance to push her back, getting ontop of her and grabbing her wrists. Reaching into his pocket, he took out a set of hand-cuffs and locked both of her wrists to the headboard.
With that takenc are of, the Mesmer rolled off of her and let out a dark little chuckle, watching as she struggled against the bindings that he had put in place. "What is it, love? A little stuck are we?" he asked teasingly, going over to where he'd set his duffel bag.
"Wh-what are you doing, Vex?" Trish shouted, her eyes wide with horror despite the alcohol and heroin in her system. As Vex pulled out a nine foot leather whip, her voice grew a bit squeaky with fear and heavy with shock, "Y-you ca-can't be serious!"
"Oh, but I am, m'dear," the Mesmer told her, stepping over to the bed with blazing eyes that made him look crazed. Then, before she could say anything to him, he snapped the whip in her direction, not quite touching her. Hearing her gasp, he clapped his hands together, "Oh lovely, she's gettin' scared." He sounded insane, and he probably was, but he didn't care. Snapping the whip again, this time he hit her in the stomach through her shirt, hitting her twice in an X formation that cut the shirt as well as her skin.
Whimpering, Trish looked down at her belly in panic as it began to bleed. "Vex!" she screamed in terror. "Think abou-"
Vex couldn't help but feel a heavy dose of gratification from what he was doing, but it wasn't about that this time; this time, it was about making the bitch pay. Smirking, he struck her several more times, each of them cutting another part of her flesh (and her clothes - because he hadn't been patient enough to get those out of the way). Pausing, he growled, "You won't cheat on me again, will you, you fucking whore?"
"I-I did-didn't!" Trish shouted, tears streaming down her face. Her eyes were wide with agony, hands still struggling against the metal hand-cuffs that Vex had locked her into. "P-pl-please!" she screamed, in an obvious panic as Vex struck her again, harder this time.
"Yes, you did! I saw you!" the Mesmer said as he lashed at her with the weapon several more times. The sights and scents of blood made him twitch; he had no need for blood, and he didn't get any kind of health benefits from consuming it, but he definitely had an erotic desire for it. It took a good deal of his concentration to not start licking the blood from Trish's body; after all, the bitch didn't deserve that kind of affection from him to begin with.
Shaking his head, Vex pulled back his arm to strike the screaming/crying human again, but somebody caught his arm. "V! What the fuck, man?" Mike's voice asked as he gripped the Mesmer's wrist.
Vex turned slowly to look at Mike before ripping his arm out of the human's grasp. "Problem, Mike?" he growled, his eyes gleaming with hatred.
"Yeah, we've got a problem," Mike snapped boldly, frowning at Vex. "I've got no problem with your kinks, V, but she is not enjoying this, danm it. You're hurting her, for Christ's sake!"
Vex laughed and then, just to be an ass, he brought the whip's coil to his mouth and licked at some of the still-wet blood that was on the rope. "That's sort 'f the point, mate," he said sickly, eyes dancing darkly in the dim light of the room.
"You sick fuck!" Mike snapped, stepping around to stand next to Trish's bed. "Where are the fucking keys?" he shouted at Vex. He looked over at Trish, who was still bawling her eyes out, and said, "T, honey, you're gonna be okay-"
"Of course she is! I 'aven't killed her yet," Vex interrupted with a sadistic laugh, licking at the whip again without thinking about it this time. "What are you gonna do?" he asked Mike sharply when Mike gave him another disgusted look.
Mike shook his head, "Give me the keys and get the fuck out of my house." As Vex chucked the keys at him flippantly, Mike caught them and unlocked the cuffs from Trish's wrists. "Out! Now!" he snapped when he saw that Vex hadn't left the room.
Chuckling, Vex looked Mike in the eyes and stepped forward, crushing out his cigarette onto the dealer's shoulder before turning on the heel of his boot and walking out the door. "Have fun with that," he purred as Mike yelped in pained surprise, slamning the door shut.
With that taken care of, Vex left the run-down building and stepped into the make-shift garage. His expensive car looked out-of-place among the beaten-up trucks that Mike owned (most of them didn't even run). Unlocking the doors of his car, he reached into the glove-box and grabbed a piece of paper to write a quick note to Trisha Vahn:

"This isn't the last you've seen of me, Trish. -V"

He shrugged, tossing the paper in the broken-window of one of the only trucks that were still used and got into the driver's seat of his own car. Starting the vehicle, he pulled out of the driveway without looking back, certain that he had made his mark. He twitched slightly, the possessive bone in his body darkening; Trish had been his and she would remain that way until he said otherwise. With that thought, he cranked up the radio and let his mind wander, driving leisurely towards Carpe Noctem. It was time for a celebration...