Dean
“Which should I slice first? His neck or his fingers… or his d**k? Tell me, Johnny, which do you prefer first?”
“P-please, spare me, please,” he quivered.
“Then tell me what I need to know.” I slapped the paper on his lap and he shook in fright. “Or else I will tell him to cut a finger off and trust me, you wouldn't want that.”
Because, in fact, Hunter is never too tired to slice flesh in half.
“Okay, okay!” He shouted, eyes closed as Hunter smiled, putting the blade on his bare flesh.
“I-I'll speak. He ordered me to create fake pictures of her giving information to an enemy pack. That was all I d-did.”
“Hmm. What else?!”
“He also ordered me to destroy the evidence in case anyone asked. He made me promise with my life that if I told a soul, he would kill me.”
Logan tsked, sh
