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Published: 2024-02-25 06:03:54 +0000 UTC; Views: 8015; Favourites: 52; Downloads: 17
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It was a quarter after 1, and Torres had returned home to her Villa after a night of, well, “target practice”. She parks her truck and retrieves the unconscious body of Blue Two from the back seat.
Blue Two was a member of the “Billar”. He was the runt of the bunch, turning 22 no more than a month ago. He embraced being a yapper, and enjoyed his law breaking lifestyle with his fellow hooligans. All the members are named after billiard balls, with 8 Ball being the head honcho, of course. It all sounds cute, even Torres scoffed at their juvenile names when “La Empresa” informed her of the intel, but they had a target on their heads for a reason.
In the meantime, Torres enters her Villa, with Blue Two dangling over her shoulder, completely knocked out from the chloroform she applied to him. She places his limp body on her couch, removes the hood over his head, and begins setting up the little “game” she wants to play.
She goes back to her truck and retrieves the body bags of Red Three, Green Six, and Maroon Seven. One by one she places them on the dock in her backyard. The glass walls in her living room made it easy to view the dock, yet just out of sight from the knocked out Blue Two laying on his side. Torres lets out an exhausted “Woo!”, as she wipes the sweat from her face. Not easy lifting 3 units of literal “dead” weight! She puts her fingers on Blue’s neck and breathed a sigh of relief…still a pulse…She figured she’d have another 5 minutes before he’d start to regain consciousness.
Torres kicked her feet up and turned on the TV, might as well catch up on her local sports news after all! Then she thought of a better idea…how about a wardrobe change? She takes off her assassin gear, the gloves, boots, socks, leather jacket, and those skin tight pants. She slips on something a little more casual, a little more…revealing…
But why? What’s Torres trying to gain here? Hmm…
She enters the room, and sees Blue gurgling, “Ah right on cue.” Torres says to herself. She begins playfully tormenting the dazed Blue, “Wakey Wakey Tutu!” She says as she smacks him on the chest a few times. “Whatcha watching there dude? Some baseball? I like Arizona’s odds this year, how about you?
” Blue is still gurgling, trying to form a sentence, “…Wh…Mm…Whm…Whmi……..Rmi…Wher…Emi…”
Torres interprets his drivel, “Where are you? Well…Some say you’re in heaven…Where do you think you are?” Blue continues stammering “…I…fff..Iff…(cough)…Fffuuu…I…fuuuc…”
Torres interrupts, “Hold that thought, I’m gonna make us some margaritas!” She excitedly shimmies her way into the kitchen, out of his sight. She puts on some reggaeton, as she thrusts her hips back and forth to the music. “I would make us some fajitas but I had some last night…I don’t like having the same meal twice a week…Can you believe that some people actually have the same meal twice a day?…Crazy world, huh?…”
No answer, she wasn’t expecting one after all. She continued on making the “margaritas” as she sang along to the music. She then heard a gasp of sorts from Blue, coming to the realization that he’s unable to move. He started to form words now in a state of shock. “..My…can’t…I can’t…Move…No…Move…”
Torres returned with the drinks, and sat across from Blue, whose eyes now grew wide
Torres takes her first sip, and glances over at Blue, “Are you ok Tutu?” Blue can only pant and shake his head in bewilderment… “Holy…holy fuuu…fuuuck..…I mmm…ust be…In heavvvvennn…”
Torres smirks as she takes another sip from her margarita, “Ahhh…Just like the others…Say, can you do me a favor darling?”
“…You…What do…What you want…From me…
“Here, drink up.”
Torres picks up his “margarita” and splashes it right in his face, seemingly waking up Blue, causing him to shake his head in annoyance. “Oh calm down.” Torres retorted, “It’s just water. I wouldn’t wanna waste a good margarita on you..” she joked. Blue was conscious to a degree, but seemed even more confused at this situation…
Blue: Look, (pfft) what do you want? You want money?
Torres: (giggles) Oh this is grand…(she sips another drink as she turns off the tv)
Blue: C’mon…I’m just…really confused right now…Torres: (eye roll) Ok Tutu you’re acting ridiculous, I knocked you out for a reason.
Blue: Wait…shit…You knocked me out?Torres: Duh, at the mill house…You’re Blue Two…
(A sense of worry quickly sprang to Blue’s face)
Blue: Oh fuck…You’re gonna kill me are you…You’re gonna fucking kill me!Torres: Ahhh now your memory is working. (sip)
Blue: No no no I don’t wanna die! Look, if I stole from you I’m sorry ok, please! (heavy breathing ensues) …I…I…I certainly would have…recognized you…from…before…(Torres rolled her eyes some more, looking out the ocean in her backyard through the glass windows while Blue continued to apologize)
Blue: Was it…someone you knew…Look I’m still young. I can change…You’re not gonna kill me over some money?
(Torres has had enough of Blue’s panic attack, so she lays her plan out blunt for him)
Torres: Alright Tutu…Just calm down…Here, I’ll turn off the music…
(Torres gets up to turn off the speaker, Blue’s breathing continues to be rapid, though the sight of Torres’ ass walking by got his mind off his potential demise for a few seconds. She returns and sits down a little closer to his body still laying down on the couch)
Torres: Listen ok? I need you to be honest with me…Cause if you lie…Well…
(Torres pulls out a knife she retrieved from the kitchen, and places it directly on the table, Blue’s eyes fixate on the knife)
(For once in his life, Blue is the one listening, a life of ignoring his elders and authority has caught up to this very moment)
Torres: That’s a good boy…That was the first test…I can see in your youthful eyes that you’re pretty scared huh? Hmm…Well if you’re gonna continue to be honest with me Booker, maybe you’ll get out of this, ok?
(Blue breathes a sigh of relief)
Blue: Alright…
Torres: Here, let me reposition you, I’m sure you’re uncomfortable.Blue: Oh, thanks…
(Torres readjusts Blue’s position, having him sit upright, at eye level with the Brazilian Goddess, just the feel of her arms wrapping around him for those few seconds made him blush a little)
Torres: You comfortable Tutu?Blue: I am, thank you…
Torres: Good! So tell me about Billar?Blue: What?
Torres: C’mon Tutu…Blue: Ok…We’re…a gang…
Torres: Well duh I know that, I mean what do you do for them?Blue: Oh…Well we rob and…assault people, sometimes…
Torres: No, what do YOU do?
Blue: Just…those things, that’s just my role I don’t know what the others do…
Torres: Are you sure?
Blue: (Nervous breathing) Yes
(Torres picks up the knife, Blue’s eyes widen again)
Torres: Oh I was just checking out the knife don’t worry…
(Blue exhales with his eyes closed...He's unsure if she's serious or not though)
Torres: Now…Tell me the last thing you remembered before I, well, gotcha.
(Torres smiles as she says this, giving Blue a sense of comfort now during this interrogation)
Blue: Well…Heh…I was at the mill, Lefty’s mill…I was there with my other…members…We were…discussing where to bank our latest heist…I was sent to check outside…Cause I heard a noise…And then when I looked over the railing…I felt this force, pull me over…and drag me under, with a cloth over my mouth…
Torres: And that’s all you remember?
Blue: Yes…
Torres: You don’t know what happened to your friends?
Blue: …I don’t…What happened?
(Torres plays stupid)
Torres: Oh I don’t know…They’re probably looking for you right now…I quickly carried you into my van as quick as possible and then drove right off!
Blue: Ok…
Torres: Now…how about Eight Ball, tell me everything you know about himBlue: Ok, will do…
The interrogation continues between the two. Blue was more at ease as their interrogation practically turned into a casual conversation. Torres wrote all the notes down in her black book, stringing along Blue with her questions, and of course, beauty. 10 minutes pass and Torres has gathered everything she needs to know!
Blue: So…Will you let me go?
(Torres smirks as she looks down, and walks toward the kitchen, with Blue’s relaxed poise from before, now shifting to worry)Blue: I’m free to go right? I was honest! Completely honest!
(Torres opens the fridge, bends over looking on what to snack on, with Blue now panicking)
Blue: Please answer me…C’mon I gave you all the answers you wanted! What else do you want?
(Torres returns with an orange and…duct tape. She begins peeling the orange on her way over to Blue)
(Torres sits down, places the duct tape beside her, and she starts eating the orange, while gleefully looking at Blue)
Blue: …What?...
Torres: Well…I…exterminateBlue: ......The fuck?
Torres: I work for someone…(bites into orange)...who put a target on your head…And I need to fulfill that request…Blue: Oh for fuck’s sake you’re gonna kill me for selling a couple of drugs!?! Holy shit I gave you everything I had to offer and you’re gonna off me?!? I still got my whole life ahead of me!
(Blue begins tearing up, scared for his life now, Torres meanwhile Torres is unbothered by his hysteria.)
Torres: Well I gotta make money too darling.
Blue: I can pay you, double! I swear!
Torres: You don’t understand Tutu…(bites into orange)...You can be as innocent as a drug dealer…But La Empresa wanted to send your death as a warning to your…other friends
(Torres makes up the story to further screw with Blue’s mind, her game has only just started)
Torres: Sure…Everything…
Blue: I did! Please I’m begging you, I don’t want to die! I’ll learn my ways I swear! I’ll drop the whole ganger act. That’s what it was, a fucking act ok!?!Torres: Tutu…You’ve seen my face…You know what I do for a living…You’re just going to go right to the cops, and tell them everything that’s happened this fine evening, right?
Blue: No! I swear! I’ll keep it a secret! You and me only! I’ll never, EVER go to the cops you understand me? They’d arrest me far before you! Now look, I’ve told you the truth all night right? C’mon!
Torres: Sure…Of course you have…
Blue: Yes! Please I’m scared…(sobs)...I don’t deserve this…
Torres: (Finishes orange)...But I gotta do my job, dear.
Blue: Oh no no no NO! Stop!
Torres grabs the duct tape and puts it over Blue’s mouth with his cuffed body flaring around. She pushes his seated body over, where he falls over to the floor, now unable to get up. She goes to the backroom to get some large plastic sheets to cover the floor. Blue continues screaming, but his muffle screams are muted by the duct tape. Torres returns, seeing Blue flaring on the ground in a state of panic. She picks up his body to place it back on the couch, so she can lay the plastic sheets down. He flares in her arms as much as he could, with Torres rolling her eyes in the process. The screams turn to whimpers on the couch, Blue is terrified on what Torres has in store for his demise. His head turned looking away, unbarring to see the set up. Torres was finished setting up, but there was about a minute of silence. A couple of “Hm’s” from Torres lead Blue to think she was changing her mind. Torres sits on the couch by Blue’s feet, which prompted him to turn to look at her. She’s looking at him, in a state of pity…Has Torres changed her mind?
Torres: (sigh)...You know…I never ignore La Empresa…
Blue: Mm?
Torres: I pride myself as a professional in my field…But…You’re clearly terrified of what’s happening…
(Blue nods his head)
Torres: Awww you poor thing…(sigh)...You have been truthful to me have you?
(Blue nods his head, aggressively this time)
Torres: Mmhmm…Of course you have…I admit I do think you’re…Ah never mind…
(Blue’s fearfulness starts to leave, is she…hitting on him?)
Torres: Oh my gosh you better not tell your friends that I think you’re…Oh stop!
(Blue exhales through the duct tape, blushing now)
Torres: Unreal…Ok…Fine…(sigh) I’ll let you go…
(Blue can’t believe it. He got out of a sticky situation without opening his mouth? Unreal!)
Torres: You’re so lucky…So so lucky…After all you have told me everything…(smirk)...
Blue: Mmhmm!
Torres: (laughs) Alright Tutu…
Torres gets up from her sofa, and begins picking up the plastic sheets from the floor, with Blue laying relaxed on the couch, in a much different state than before. Torres even offers a little small talk between them. Right when she’s about to finish though, she starts…laughing?
Blue: Mmm?Torres: Oh nothing…(snort)
Blue: Mm!
Torres: It’s just…Ah I was thinking about the way I was going to originally kill you…
Blue: Mmm? Mm?
Torres: Oh you wanna know? (laughs) Tutu are you sure?
Blue: Mmm!
(Torres drops the plastic sheet and sits down in the couch again)
Torres: Well…(brushes hair back)...For starters…I was going to remove…all…my…clothes…
(Blue’s eyes widen, now in an inflamed state from that statement alone)
Blue: Mmhmm?
Torres: Mmhmm indeed darling…Bare…ass…naked
(She then puts her feet up on the crouch and starts crawling towards Blue’s laid out body)
Torres: You’ll get to see…all of it…my…freshly, shaved pussy…my…thhhhi-CK…brazillian booty…all…of…it…
(Torres’ voice was practically in a whisper, as she now laid her chest on Blue’s, putting her hands on his tense shoulders. Blue began sweating, hard as a rock)
Torres: 4 minutes…and 43…seconds…You know what that means?
(Blue nodded no, with his eyes not blinking this entire time. Torres leans into his ear)
Torres: That’s the longest someone has lasted…With my ass sitting on their face…before passing out…
(Blue’s face has now turned completely red)
Torres: Maybe you would have beaten the record…who knows?
(Torres now pushes up, with her knees to the side of Blue, as his face was anything but!)
Torres: And once you eventually passed out? I was gonna…lightly…place my left leg around the back of your neck…
(Torres begins caressing Blue’s esophagus with her fingers)
Torres: …And then…gently wrap my right leg…around your soft…silky…throat
(Blue was fully erected, the sudden touch of Torres’ ass on his pelvis might make him explode. Torres moves up to where she’s now sitting on his chest, almost suffocating him from that alone)
Torres: And then…I would tighten…my thhhhhiCK…legs…around your windpipe…ever…soooo….slooooooooowly….until…you turned…blue…
(Torres inched closer and closer to Blue’s face with every pause, he closed his eyes. The sight of her that close was too much, he was fighting a different battle now)
Torres: But…I guess you wanna live to be old…Understandable.
(Torres gets up immediately to finish picking up the plastic wraps, Blue starts flaring again, for much different reasons)
Torres: Oh come on now Tutu you begged me and I spared you…It’s time for you to go home soon.
(Blue nodded his head furiously, begging Torres to remove the duct tape from his mouth)
Blue: MMMM!!! MMM!!!!
Torres: I know! You’re very happy to be spared, I get it. No need to gloat about it…
Blue: MM! MM! MMMMM!!!!!
Torres: Oh silly me, you’re right, I should send you home something to eat, you must be starving!
Blue: MMM!!! MMMM!!!! MMMMMM!!!!!
Torres: Ok Tutu…I get it…I’m gonna remove the duct tape, and you’re gonna thank me for sparing you right?
(Torres was having fun with all of this, the torment of Blue Two has entertained her greatly, but the game in unfortunately ending soon)
Torres: Fine…(Rip!)
Blue: NOOO!!! KILL ME!!! PLEASE!!! DO IT!!! I WANT IT!!! I WANT IT SO BAD!!!
Torres: (Smirk) Are you sure Tutu?
Blue: YES!!! MY GOODNESS YES!!! I WANT IT!!!
Torres: Ok! Ok! Calm down! I’ll get ready just give me a few minutes ok?
(Blue was salivating at the thought of those booty cheeks wrapping around his face. He couldn’t stop shaking at this opportunity to have the greatest death he can think of)
Torres: Ok…I’m gonna put the duct tape over your mouth again ok?
Blue: Yes! Please!
Torres: And I’m gonna place you down over there, and take my clothes for you, right?
Blue: Yes! Yes!
Torres: And then I’m gonna squat over your body, grab my booty cheeks, sit on your face, and let them go. Getcha face rrrright up in there, correct?
Blue: YES! YES! YES!
Torres: Alright, let me carry you over there.
(Torres places the duct tape on his mouth first, before picking him up with both arms, convulsing at this experience, as she places him on the plastic sheets left on the other side of the living room)
Torres: This is gonna be fun, hey?
Blue: MMMHMM!
Torres: Ok, here..I want you sitting upright for a second, I want you to get a nice view of me naked
(Torres adjusts Blue sitting upright with his back against the wall. Torres kneels right in front of him, with her knees beside both of his)
Torres: You ready Tutu?
Blue: MMMMMMHMMMM!
Torres: Relax…Ok…relax…
Blue: Mmmmm
Torres: Close your eyes for me…
Blue: mmm
…
…
…
(slit)
…
Blue’s eyes opened, he initially yelped, as he felt something pouring out of his neck…
Torres: you think I’m fucking stupid?..........I know about the murder……….
(Blue is in a comatose state, he’s bleeding out from the slash of a knife Torres hid in her pocket while “seducing” Blue. Any form of yelling is only going to make the blood pour out faster…Torres’ expression has completely changed, into a death stare.)
Torres: The McCarthy family, you killed the mother and father in their car when they witnessed your drug deal…Their son was in the backseat…He witnessed it all did he?...(Blue is frozen, yet his heart is pounding as the blood continues to pour out)
Torres: Before capturing you I heard the entire conversation you had with Green Six…Joseph and Bailey McCarthy…dead…and their son now has no mama and papa…All because you didn’t want to go to jail…You rotten piece of shit…(Blue eyes were bloodshot, he was fading out, and wanted to yell, but he couldn’t)
Torres:…By the way, look to your left, you’ll see your friends…(His eyes peered and he could just make out the 3 body bags, which forced a curdling scream out of Blue, with blood shooting out of his neck, all over the plastic wraps…he died shortly thereafter.)
Torres: Well…That went as expected…
Torres picks up Blue with the plastic wraps and carries him to the dock. One by one she loads the bodies onto her private boat and heads out into the ocean in her villa backyard. A few lifts and dumps overboard and the job was complete. She heads back to her Villa, now 2:45 AM, and cleans up the rest of the living room. Torres showers afterwards, and heads to bed. “La Empresa” will be satisfied with the news tomorrow, especially with the McCarthy case being solved...
THE END
Hope y'all enjoyed this story! As those who follow closely know, I'll be on vacation for the remainder of the week. Wanted to give y'all something pretty spicy (and long) to hold over till then!
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