Brent was covered in blood as he stood in front of the bedroom window toying with the nail file that he had just used to scrape the skin away from Theresa's eyelids. He took breaks from torturing he rso that he could enjoy every aspect of it. Her screams and moans, full of pain brought him back to reality. He had to replace the gag back in her mouth to keep her screams muffled.
He turned around and walked over to the bed where Theresa was still tied up and barely alive. She was bleeding profusely, which was a lovely sight to see. He has only used three of the torture techniques. He started out with blunt, she had a baseball bat that she kept hidden under the bed for emergencies. Brent chuckled at the irony of him using if for his emergency.
He loved the sound of bones cracking as
