She is the devil

6.

"Do you know what I hate more than people who refuse to follow instructions as simple as the alphabet?", I ask Armando.

He remains silent as he heavily breathes.

I must say, he is really doing a good job at being silent and not screaming in pain.

But then again, I haven't inflicted much pain on him.

We did find out that he did, in fact r**e Britney. And she is actually pregnant. Kinda wondered if she would even keep the baby considering the ones she got rid of before.

I unzip his pants as he thrushes in the chair.

"I hate rapists", I start.

"I hate people who abuse their power while damaging others in the process, especially when they're very irrelevant and replacable", I pull his d**k out and then walk towards the table covered with weapons.

"I just simply hate people who fail to follow instructions", I say, taking a drill.

"I really just want to kill you, but I want to spill blood today. I want to drain every blood cell in you and watch you beg for death to take you", I turn the drill on.

I smirk as I see his eyes shining in fear.

I love that look in his eyes. Fear.

He deserves death. Although death deserves better than him.

I take hold of his p***s and smirk at him.

"This is what went inside her v****a right?", I ask and he roughly shakes his head.

"We have to be fair so this drill will go inside your p***s",I say and without any warning, I press the drill into his p***s through the urethra.

He screams in agony.

I drill through his p***s very slowly.

"I don't get why you're screaming. It's not like I broke any bone", I say with a laugh as I turn the drill off, harshly pull it out and put it back on the table.

"How are you suddenly in pain? It's just a small drill", I say as I take a knife.

I take hold of his p***s and hold it at the top as I position the knife at the bottom of his shaft.

I look him in the eye.

"Why did you do it?", I ask with a blank face.

"SHE IS f*****g LYING! I NEVER TOUCHED HER AGAINST HER WILL!", he shouts.

I slice off his p***s and he shouts out in pain. I throw it down and take a long nose plier.

"Second mistake you just made since we started this. Never ever think you can shout at me. I think I find you more tolerable and likeable when you are silent and not screaming, your voice is very annoying to hear", I say taking a hold of his left hand.

I take his thumb.

"If I'm being honest, this is more for my stress than it is for that b***h you r***d", I say snipping off his thumb and throwing it in the ground. Nine more to go.

I take hold of his index finger.

"And honestly, I usually enjoy screams from you people but your voice is too deep and since you're a liar, I think I like your silence more than your screams".

Snip and down. Eight more left.

Middle finger.

"I really don't know if I'm losing my touch or this is actually how you scream".

Snip. Seven more to go.

Ring finger.

"I think I should focus on your mouth after I finish your fingers cause I saw you eat her out". I let out a scoff as I smirk.

Snip. Six.

Pinky finger.

"You're horrible at it. I mean I could see if you had her moan at some point, I'd be like hey, at least the w***e was a bit pleasured, but no moans".

Snip. Five.

"You're an embarrassing piece of s**t ", I say shaking my head.

I examine the fingerless hand and smirk.

"Would you look at that", I start with a teasing tone.

"It actually suits you", I say. He's actually whimpering.

"I have actually been wanting to examine throats and the muscles on the face. I did skin someone alive but I didn't get the pleasure of expanding my knowledge and you are the perfect candidate", I say as I drop the plier and take a scalpel.

He thrashes in his seat.

"Get comfortable r****t, we're going to be having an interesting lesson today", I say with a smirk.

2 Hours later...

"How are you feeling?",I ask Britney.

"Why bother asking when you're gonna kill me anyway?", she spits at me.

I smirk.

"Nah, I've spilled enough blood for the day. And I don't murder infants, or in your case, an embryo I'm guessing", I say.

"Let's wait until you give birth then we can talk about killing you", I add and she looks at me with teary eyes.

I scoff.

"You really think I am gonna kill you, don't you?", I ask.

"Isn't it obvious after everything?", she says.

"Well I'm gonna let you live cause you're a mother. And I'm letting you go wander around wherever you want. You're not on my list", I say with a shrug.

"What's the catch?", she asks looking skeptical of my words.

"What I am saying is, you're not my prisoner anymore. You can go. I won't come after you or try to kill you unless you try to kill me first", I say nonchalantly.

"I am not that stupid. Why would you suddenly free me?", she asks.

"Well cause I don't want to have yours or that baby's blood on my hands", I say.

"So you're saying that I can leave and you won't come after me?", she asks.

"Yes, or do you need it in writing too cause I can write it down and even make a video stating that you are not going to die by my hands or doing", I say.

She bites her bottom lip in thought.

"So is that the offer? I just have to leave this place, it doesn't matter where I go?", she asks.

I nod and hum in agreement.

"Okay can I have my belongings?", she asks.

"May will give them to you. She's probably waiting for you by the door already", I say and she stands up and walks to the door.

"For whatever it's worth, I hope you rot in hell when someone finally gets you", she says with a venomous tone and leaves which causes me to smirk.

"I'll be the Devil's Angel and plan to enjoy myself by tormenting more souls that deserve it", I mumble to myself.

But you are going to hell sooner than you think, Britney.

You're going to meet the Devil before I get the pleasure of meeting him.