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You give your conversation partner a disappointed look before rummaging through your pockets. Gotta be in here somewhere…
“I <span class="mu-s">TOLD</span> you already, bitch–let me go or <span class="mu-i">KILL</span> me! Or just take your cinnamon-scented ass away from me, I don’t give a fuck!”
Hey, you don’t <span class="mu-i">need</span> options from him–you’re perfectly capable of coming up with your own! Case in point: finding the item you’re looking for, you remove your trusty <span class="mu-g">MAKESHIFT FLAMETHROWER</span> from your pants along with your <span class="mu-g">FLASHLIGHT.</span> Sensing something in the works, both of the hostage’s guards exchange worried glances before taking a few steps back. Smart.
“Yea, that’s right–kill a guy when he’s bound-up. You sure as shit couldn’t handle this if my arms were free.”
Yep, yep, yep, you mutter as you kneel in front of him, you’ve heard it before! Igniting the lighter taped to the end of the flamethrower, you stick your tongue out in concentration as you point your light in the guy’s face and flick it on!
“AGH!” He grunts with more irritation than pain, “Cut that shit out, idiot!”
All in good time, you reply as you begin heating the side of his mask with your flamethrower. The prisoner tries to squirm away at first, but being bound up and you being pretty spry all things considered, the attempt proves to be futile at best! As the mask’s plastic slowly grows shinier, your new pal fills the air with a high-pitched shriek! Undeterred, you continue your dark work on his mask while you repeatedly flick the flashlight on and off–is he ready to be <span class="mu-i">NICE</span> yet?!
“NNGH! AGFK… FUCK… FUCK YOU!” He hisses through clenched teeth! Guess not, huh? Pressing the lighter closer against the mask, you’re rewarded with an unsettling hissing noise as a few bubbles form on the plastic!
“AAAIIIIIEEEE!” He screams, wrenching his head away from you and tumbling to the pavement! As you move to follow, the looter furiously shakes his head as trails of smoke rise from his cheek!
“ALRIGHTAlrIGHTAL<span class="mu-i">RIIIIGHT</span>, you WIN, damn it! Fuckin’ <span class="mu-s">PSYCHO</span> probably scarred me for life!”
Lowering your implements of torture for now, you give your captive a genial smile–you still <span class="mu-i">can</span>, you know…
“N-no!” He sputters, voice quickly losing its aggressive tone! “Y-you wanna talk?! Fine–I’ll be the talkinest-damn guy you ever saw, I swear!”
“Damn, cupcake,” Ly remarks as you allow yourself a triumphant ‘<span class="mu-i">ha HA</span>’, “Yer’ one messed-up cookie, ain’t ya?”
Messed up like a <span class="mu-s">FOX</span>, you cackle, earning an uneasy stare from both your prisoner and his guards! Letting your laughter trail off into a sigh, you adopt a more serious face as you ask your previous question again: what’s his <span class="mu-s">GODDAMN NAME?!</span>
“Joe…” he replies in a terse voice. “Joe Mama…”
“HAH!” Ly exclaims, “I kinda like dis’ guy!”
>CONTD.
