Mafia Queen

Showing Strength

Donna's POV

We changed into our black clothing when we arrived at my family's estate. We specialize in weapons and we have an amazing torture chamber. My father's own design. My brother didn't have the stomach for it. I, on the other hand, lived for it. When I saw what Teela and Jade did, I knew I had found my soul mates in torture.

Jade and I preferred shirts with sleeves and leggings. Teela was another story. She liked to show skin. Claimed it gave anyone who saw the footage a show because she had a nice body. We knew that she liked the feeling of the blood running down her skin. Her eyes always got darker when that happened. Her choice of attire today was a jumpsuit with cut-outs at the hips, leaving her unable to wear underwear and the halter top barely contained her breasts. She looked stunning. If I was a lesbian, I would do her in a second.

We walk into the room. He has his hands cuffed together, and the cuffs are attached to chains from the ceiling. The guy looked terrified, good. He knows what is coming. I check the camera, it's on and we are live. We walk over to the table and grab our favorite torture devices. Teela walks over with a whip and stops in front of him. She always gets the first hit, she is the queen. She runs the handle down his face. At his chin, she uses it to force his head up to look into her eyes.

"You know who I am?" she asks more of a statement but still comes out as a question.

"You're that psycho, who thinks she is more than what she is."

"Psycho, I like that. It describes me very well," Teela replies.

She walks away and turns back, the whip cracks and a lash spreads across his abdomen. Blood running down to his pants. He screams out. Jade and I smiled, we walked over. Jade steps forward first, she carved a PJ in his chest. He screamed as blood ran down his chest. I replaced Jade and carved a PD on the other side. New screams and more blood running down his chest. Teela smiles sadistically and steps forward. Pulling the blade, we know she keeps in her bra, out and carving a Q in the middle, between our marks. She carved deeper and his screams are almost ear-piercing.

Teela grabs his face and brings it close to hers. "Come on, you scream louder," she said, running the bloody blade down his cheek.

He is crying now, it's almost pathetic. "Please, I didn't see anything," he begged.

"Now why would you say that? We didn't ask you anything," I said, walking to stand beside Teela. Feeling Jade come to her other side.

"This is a message being sent out. We don't care if you saw anything or what you planned to say to your leader. We know that whoever you work for is watching this. And if they are not, they will hear about it through the underground," Jade explains.

Realization hits as he listens to us. We are going to kill him. Teela kicks him in his gut, knocking the wind out of him. Then walks around him to his back. She raises the whip, and it lashes across his back. He screams out as his back arches. I dragged my knife down his left arm. He screams again. Before his scream ends, Teela cracks the whip, and it lashes his back again. Causing him to scream again. His legs started to tremble. Jade drugged her knife down his right arm. He screams, his voice going horse. Once again, before his scream ends, Teela cracks the whip. He can barely scream, but his garbled scream comes out.

Teela walks forward and as she walks around him, she drags the handle of the whip across his ripped-up back, he flinches. She continues around to his front. Running the handle down his chest. She brings it to her mouth and her tongue runs up it, tasting his blood. She smiles at him and walks back to the table. Dropping the whip on it, she grabs the nut crusher. Jade and I both pout, we all love that toy. Walking back, she looks at us and nods. Jade and I cut his pants away.

Stepping forward, Teela places one of his balls into the nut crusher. It makes a satisfying crunch as she squeezes. "Settle is like adults for who gets the other one," Teela says.

Jade and I turn to each other, "Rock, Paper, Scissors shoot," we say together.

I win and Jade nods. I stepped forward and took the crusher from Teela. I see the look on his face when I step forward and place his other nut into the crusher. Pure agony and a plea to stop. I smile and squeeze. There is a second satisfying crunching sound. Jade steps forward. The man is visibly scared. She looks him dead in the eye and says, "How does it feel to be a warning?"

"Please just stop," he begged.

"Can't do that," Teela replies. "People need to know how strong we are."

Jade runs the blade in her hand down his chest, circling his navel when she reaches it, then moving lower. Once again, realization hit his face before anything happened. Jade grabbed his limp shaft and stabbed the blade into it, slicing it open. A new level of screaming escaped his mouth. Blood pooled at his feet.

"Majesty, I don't think he will be able to take much more of this," I say.

"Then we see how much more he can take," she returns.

Jade smiles wickedly. She grabs the needle nose pliers and walks over. The guy starts pulling with what little strength he has left. Grabbing one of his nails, Jade rips it out. She doesn't stop at just one. Before his body stops convulsing from the pain, she rips the rest out. They drop to the floor, landing in the blood. He goes slack against the chains, his breathing is labored. I watched Teela scrutinize him. She grabs a bucket of water and throws it on him. His head jerks up, there is a new fire in his eyes even though you can see the pain in his face.

I grab him by the throat and force his mouth open. His tongue comes out and I slice it off.

"Donna, why did you do that? Now he can't scream properly," Teela scolded me.

"He's not going to stand much more of this. We don't need any more screams. But more blood would be nice."

Our faces are mirrors of each other as we start carving into his body. Slicing away muscle and flesh. I watch his eyes roll back in his head, and he goes slack against the chains again. Teela holds up her hand, she grabs his face and smacks it once, leaving a hand print. His eyes shifted and opened. "Good, you're still alive." She placed the blade in her hand against his throat and dragged it from ear to ear. Blood spilled down her arm.

We step back and watch as the blood pools at his feet. Jade steps to the computer and looks at his vitals. "He's gone," she says.

"Number of viewers?" Teela asked.

"180,000," Jade replies.

Teela turns to the camera, "For all those who think the Mafia heads will go down without a fight, know this. You come at us. This is what will happen."

We step aside so that the camera can get the full view of the man hanging by the chains. If I didn't find it one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. I might be terrified. Jade cuts the feed, and we look at each other.

"Now we sit a new princess on a throne," Teela says.