Armstrong entered the dimly lit, medium-sized hall, freeing herself from the weight of her black suit and button-up blouse, tossing them into the hands of one of the men who worked for her, that tall, strong brunette who didn't dare look at his boss's bare shoulders, let alone the breasts hidden beneath the black top she was wearing. Megan would often remove the top half of her clothing before punishing or torturing someone, so as not to soil it; she didn't like other people's blood splattered on her clothes. In that place, a single light illuminated at the far end, and Megan came face to face with the person she was going to punish, torture, and kill.
Megan smiled wickedly, and the man, who was suspended by his ankles and tied to one of the beams responsible for supporting the weight of the roof, appeared there in that previously hazy environment. The man, named Posner Muñoz, was shaking vigorously, but without success, as his fists were also tied with a brown leather rope. He was a blond man with long hair that reached his shoulders.
The closer Armstrong got, the more Posner shook with the strength of his torso. Posner knew Armstrong's methods and made the one mistake his boss never forgave.
Armstrong did not forgive theft, and the theft Posner committed was outrageously large. In his management of the casino, which was called "Abyss," Posner embezzled millions of dollars, as well as euros, a mistake that did not go unnoticed by the secret audit; everything was uncovered.
Megan began to feel that evil pleasure that possessed her when she witnessed a torturous scene. She stopped beside the trembling body and smiled wickedly again, but this time at the man, and after exchanging a deep, deadly glance with her, he impulsively moved, but it would serve him no purpose. Insults and profanity abounded...
"You are a wretched woman! Psychopath..."
...
"You'll burn in hell."
Megan became infuriated by his agony, despair, and insults, and struck him in the stomach with her closed fist twice, causing him to groan in pain and arch his body, but even when he stopped moving, the rope continued to sway his body.
"Not before you!"
Megan looked at the hand she used and smiled with tremendous malice. She enjoyed making deserving humans her punching bags.
The only sounds and noises up until that moment were those of insults, profanities, and Posner's groans of pain. He knew Megan was going to kill him, but he feared what torturous methods she would use.
Suddenly, the rope snapped, and Posner collided backwards onto the ground, quickly being turned over by Megan, who knelt down and strangled him with her hands, not giving him a chance to breathe. When his face turned completely red, showing swollen veins and bulging eyes, she stopped, and he immediately gasped for air. Megan knelt beside the fallen body, waiting for his breath to normalize before repeating the process. She strangled him three times, leaving his neck red and his lungs damaged internally; she could swear his throat was bleeding as he swallowed the saliva that went down ardently.
Megan stood up, crossing her arms to cover her breasts, and took a deep breath to regain the strength she had lost. Pleasure flooded her during and after the strangulation process.
Megan circled Posner, who looked at her with fear and already suffering internally from not knowing what the next torture would be. She glanced at the ropes, both the piece that broke and the piece that remained on the beam, and a horrifying torture idea came to her mind. Yes, she would use the ropes again, and being free from touch, she would not touch the ropes.
In the next second, Mercier arrived alone, carrying a black leather whip that was used on horses, and the muscular man dressed entirely in black approached and handed it to her, which she took, observed for a moment, and returned to Mercier, who did not understand.
"Changed your mind?" Mercier asked with his somewhat hoarse voice, giving a quick glance to Posner.
"I did, but..." Megan pondered, completely cold, evil, and with the same consciousness as a monster.
"But?"
"Order the men to tie Posner's wrists with two different and separate ropes... I want the ropes to hurt him, I want him to suffer like a condemned man!"
"And what will they do next?" Mercier asked, unsurprised.
"I will order!"
Mercier followed Armstrong's order, who sat next to Posner's body, to make him feel more fear and imagine horrible things...
What Megan was planning to do was brutally terrifying and agonizing.
Megan hugged her knees and started a silent conversation with Posner...
"I really thought you were going to change... you contributed to what is happening now." she smiled, imagining Posner's foolishness. "Where was your head when you thought you could steal from me and live freely as if you had no guilt, or as if you had a clean soul?"
Posner did not dare to open his mouth or look at her. He no longer had the strength to move.
"You obviously set me up. I know my casino is illegal, that the profit is high, but I didn't think greed would tie you up as it did or blind you. You were very well rewarded and had no reason to steal from me. Anyway... there will always be a time for settling scores... your time has come and I know you know very well what I do to those who dare to take even a penny from me!"
"Eres un monstruo!" "You are a monster!"
Megan stood up and smiled maliciously. She smiled like a psychopath.
"Thank you for not opening your dirty mouth," she said cynically. "I came here today just to hear you groan in pain, agony, and despair, and I also thank you for not begging for forgiveness. I hate and feel even more inclined to torture those who beg for their lives, lives that I take great pleasure in sending straight to hell."
Two men approached with leather ropes and soon Posner raised his head to see. He feared for his life and looked at Megan, who consumed his fear for herself, a fear that turned into pleasure...
While the men tied Posner's wrists, as soon as they left him kneeling, he lowered his head and began to cry silently in a distressing and bitter way. Those tears flowed down his face and one of the men noticed.
"Look, boss," the man said, and Megan smiled wickedly when she saw the tear-streaked face, after the man forcefully lifted the captive's head by grabbing his long, straight hair.
"Crying like a little girl," she mocked and humiliated him, and her subordinates burst into laughter, contributing even more to Posner's suffering.
Mercier approached and took the position of a soldier by Megan's side, who made a point of pointing to Posner's frightened face...
"See what millions of euros can do!"
"Indeed."
"Am I being very mean, Mercier?" she asked, not caring much about her own question and stared at the ceiling.
"Perhaps Posner wondered the same when he first stole from you."
"Well, yeah!"
"Boss... we're ready," the other subordinate said.
"Perfect!"
"What do we do now?"
"Well..."
"Armstrong?!" Posner called challengingly, raising his head to face Megan.
"What do you want, idiot?"
Megan saw that he now had a look that she didn't like at all, on the contrary, it made her even angrier.
"I just want to tell you one thing!" he said courageously, and Megan loved his audacity.
"And how many words came out of your mouth?"
"One!"
"Just don't let it be 'forgiveness' because that... you will not have!"
"Fuck!"
And the men were surprised, while Mercier counted the minutes mentally for the last torture and the end of Posner...
"I go fuck myself?" he mocked "Repeat!"
"Fuck you!"
"Look gentlemen... Posner, besides being a greedy thief, is daring and obedient."
The men laughed at Posner with contempt. They humiliated him...
"Repeat!" Megan ordered again and Posner fell from his paper throne.
It was no use for him to challenge Armstrong, minutes away from another torture and his death.
"Repeat!" and there was a cold silence, that silence more than attractive to Megan.
In this brief silence, Stella D'Angelo took a space in her mind and she only wished to go back to the company of her wife, even though Stella did not love her yet, Megan already loved her...
Megan nodded to the men and spoke, releasing her fury and hatred for being stolen and deceived...
"Now make this shitty thief suffer!... They both pulled the ropes in opposite directions and will only stop when I order... No matter what you hear, don't stop!"
The men looked at each other and fearless did what the powerful Armstrong ordered. They went with force in opposite directions and pulled violently, becoming deaf to Posner's cries of agony and moans of pain, who with each pull, felt his joints being torn, his shoulders being dislocated and returning forcefully. There were about twenty pulls and many screams.
Megan just watched and consumed for herself the pleasure of that violent and frightening art.
The twentieth scream ceased and Megan ordered them to stop. Thus, they left Posner there, panting and tired, kneeling and about to die.
Megan picked up the whip that Mercier had offered before and walked towards Posner, now she just needed to leave her mark on him.
Megan stood behind Posner, observed for a moment how limp he was, and then wrapped the whip around his neck and tightened. She strangled Posner until his body fell, no longer possessing life. She closed her eyes and sighed deeply...
"Do you accept a drink?"
Megan looked at the dark-haired woman with braided hair who leaned on the bar and pushed a glass of tequila. Megan soon realized that the woman had other intentions, as she couldn't stop looking at Megan's body provocatively. She was a beautiful and certainly promiscuous brunette.
Megan, Mercier, and some of his security guards went to a nightclub with a DJ, striptease, strobe lights, and where there were also many women exuding sensuality. A club they frequented when traveling to Spain. It was a safe place, and Megan didn't necessarily need Mercier's protection.
"I only drink at home." Megan said curtly, not caring if the woman understood her British English and then adjusted her suit's collar, seeing the audacity on the woman's fair and delicate face.
"Then why are you here alone... if not to drink?"
"I came here to celebrate an accomplishment... I'm not alone... my men and I deserve a distraction and a reward for a job well done... they're scattered around here" Megan declared, looked around, and spotted Mercier on the other side of the nightclub, sitting on a corner sofa watching beautiful women almost naked dancing. The other men had already found partners to please them that night, or rather, that almost morning.
"What are you celebrating?" the woman asked and dared to get closer to Megan, who ended up sensing the perfume she was wearing.
Upon smelling that perfume, Megan simply stared at the woman, saying...
"The death of a man..." and the woman widened her eyes in astonishment. "We are celebrating our job well done... torturing him was extremely pleasurable."
The woman thought it was all just a joke, didn't care, and when she dared to get closer again, Megan slapped the open hand on the counter, saying...
"If you take another step... I'll kill you!"
The frightened woman hurried to get away from the one who had shown evil and Megan didn't even bother to follow...
Megan looked at her hands on the counter, pushed the tequila glass away, and deeply wished to see Stella's face as soon as possible. She longed to be able to touch her, kiss her, and maybe finally get what she had desired so much.
Megan left the counter, walked past the dancing women, and said goodbye to Mercier, who didn't care. Megan wanted her bodyguard to enjoy the rest of the night. She hurried to get the car and then set off to meet the woman she loved.
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