NOTE: *means it is in French* -means it is in Spanish- {means it is in Russian}
POV CHANGE
Warning : gore toture.
His lover went to go shower, the door locked behind him, unaware what was going on in the floor below him.
I locked the door behind me, Chris could unlock it, but I would know if he did, giving me a warning. I made my way downstairs to the basement. I went to the door that led to my private area of the house. I unlocked it and locked it back behind me. The door had no window and no light could shine around it. I turned on the light as I turned around. Behind the door there was five rooms. Each soundproofed with a locked door. I went to the first one, unlocking it and walking inside.
She was curled in a ball, as far in the corner as she could go with her wrists chained to the wall. She looked at him and let out a soft wimper from fear. She didn't know how much longer she had before he took her life. He had been much more gentle with her than the others. She didn't understand why. "-You are so pretty-" he had told her with a soft smile. His face scared her, with his soft fetures and cruel eyes.
"-I am back, did you miss me~?-" I asked, speaking in spanish as she was fluent in it, and I enjoyed it. She flinched back. "-Don't be afraid, I did not come here to punish you-" I stepped toward her and stroked her cheek. She looked me with a hatred and sorrow in her eyes.
She knew she brought this upon herself, she was a selfish whore. She slept with her husbands boss to keep him from getting promoted. I gave her a warning, she didn't listen. So I took her, I made her confess to her husband on video, I wasn't done with it yet, I was going to show the death of his boss and wife before sending it. It may seem cruel, evil, but it is simply what I do.
I wipped a tear from her cheek and licked it off my finger as I left the room, locking it behind me. I went to the next one, the second I unlocked the door his yells filled the room. "tch-" I glared at him, ignoring his cursing, his hands were chained to the wall, he was on his knees facing me. I picked up my knife I had setting aside. I stepped towards him and grabbed his chin, "You don't stop screaming, I will cut out your tonge". He spat in my face. I smirked and put my knife up to his face. "last chance~".
"You will rot in hell" he spat. I grabbed his hair and yanked his head back. His mouth opened and I used my other hand to grab his tongue. He panicked and started flailing around. I pulled on his hair and he stopped.
"I gave you a chance, besides I am tired of hearing you scream" I smirked and let him go. There was a camera pointing at him, where it wouldn't be able to see me, I turned it on and put my gloves on. "{I gave you one last chance to listen to me, but you failed. Now I will cut out your tongue, you have used it to persuade a good person to cheat, to lie, to ruin her life. Just because you wanted to get laid}" I scoffed.
He shook his head, "p-please, I swear, I-I didn't mean anything" he cried, having no idea what I was saying. I grabbed the rope I had and put it around his neck to cut off his air, so he would open his mouth for me. As I suspected he opened his mouth trying to breathe. I grabbed a pair of pliers and and the knife. I grabbed his tongue with the pliers and his eyes panicked. I slowly started cutting his tongue off. He tried to yell out, tried to close his mouth. But he couldn't. I smirked.
"{This is what you get~}" I laughed, my manic laughter drowning out his muffled cries as I cut off the rest of his tongue. I removed the rope and he gasped. He tried to say something but all he made was noise. This made me smirk. I turned off the camera, "try all you want, you won't be able to speak ever again" I grinned. He started to cry, his sobs shaking his whole body. I looked at the tongue in the pliers, "I will save this for later" I decided, turning and leaving. I locked the door behind me and walked to my office I had. There I took off my gloves after putting the tongue in the mini-fridge I had. I looked in the mirror to inspect my clothes, making sure I didn't have anything on my clothes. Seeing nothing I left to go back upstairs, I had told Chris I would make him dinner.
"{This is what you get~}" I laughed, my manic laughter drowning out his muffled cries as I cut off the rest of his tongue. I removed the rope and he gasped. He tried to say something but all he made was noise. This made me smirk. I turned off the camera, "try all you want, you won't be able to speak ever again" I grinned. He started to cry, his sobs shaking his whole body. I looked at the tongue in the pliers, "I will save this for later" I decided, turning and leaving. I locked the door behind me and walked to my office I had. There I took off my gloves after putting the tongue in the mini-fridge I had. I looked in the mirror to inspect my clothes, making sure I didn't have anything on my clothes. Seeing nothing I left to go back upstairs, I had told Chris I would make him dinner.
I locked the door to go downstairs, still hearing the shower running I silently unlocked the bathroom door and went to the kitchen to fix food. I put together something quick, salad. Simple. I heard the shower turn off and set the food on the table, making sure that my clothes were fine.
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