Post by rubyboobie on Apr 4, 2022 20:03:49 GMT -5
Trust among criminal was a tricky, tricky concept. Once you had committed a crime together, the saying went, you stayed together. And that was exactly what was unfolding now.
What had started as play morphed into serious business. There would be time to clean up the mess later. For now, logistics had to be taken care of.
The woman struggled, but had resisted screaming for help. It seemed she had some sense to her, at least.
"You're disgusting," She bickered, "I know what you want, I know-"
Louis cut her off by rather forcefully smashing her mouth closed with his hand, clenching it there.
"If ya don't want me to torture Jr. in front'a ya, I'd suggest ya listen carefully and do what I ask ya to do, Char. No more talkin', yer just gonna nod your head yes or no, from now on. Let's practice,"
He still had one hand over the woman's mouth,
"Ya understand? Now, you nod yes. Joe'll help ya."
He didn't continue until he saw the shaking of that head, whether it was facilitated by the demon or not.
"Now...here." Louis let go of her mouth, pressing a pen into the woman's hand. She was now shaking.
"Yer gonna write your husband a letter tellin' him you're goin' away with the kid. I don't care what ya write, but you're gonna make him believe it. He can't come lookin' for you, or file a police report. If that happens, you'n the kid ain't never gonna show back up."
"What are y-" She started to talk, and with a stoic face, Louis bitch slapped her right across the face with enough force that she was only standing because of Laurent's grip on her.
"What'd I say 'bout talkin, Char?"
A red mark had been left on her face. She whimpered in response.
"The hell ya waitin' on? Write."
He gestured to the envelope and without further ado- the woman started writing. While she was distracted doing that, Louis' gaze fell upon Laurent. He gave a wide grin to the demon, and a wink.
"You ain't bad." Louis spoke lowly, which would be completely inaudible to the woman but perfectly clear to the demon.
He was quite enjoying his escapade with this new 'friend.'
What had started as play morphed into serious business. There would be time to clean up the mess later. For now, logistics had to be taken care of.
The woman struggled, but had resisted screaming for help. It seemed she had some sense to her, at least.
"You're disgusting," She bickered, "I know what you want, I know-"
Louis cut her off by rather forcefully smashing her mouth closed with his hand, clenching it there.
"If ya don't want me to torture Jr. in front'a ya, I'd suggest ya listen carefully and do what I ask ya to do, Char. No more talkin', yer just gonna nod your head yes or no, from now on. Let's practice,"
He still had one hand over the woman's mouth,
"Ya understand? Now, you nod yes. Joe'll help ya."
He didn't continue until he saw the shaking of that head, whether it was facilitated by the demon or not.
"Now...here." Louis let go of her mouth, pressing a pen into the woman's hand. She was now shaking.
"Yer gonna write your husband a letter tellin' him you're goin' away with the kid. I don't care what ya write, but you're gonna make him believe it. He can't come lookin' for you, or file a police report. If that happens, you'n the kid ain't never gonna show back up."
"What are y-" She started to talk, and with a stoic face, Louis bitch slapped her right across the face with enough force that she was only standing because of Laurent's grip on her.
"What'd I say 'bout talkin, Char?"
A red mark had been left on her face. She whimpered in response.
"The hell ya waitin' on? Write."
He gestured to the envelope and without further ado- the woman started writing. While she was distracted doing that, Louis' gaze fell upon Laurent. He gave a wide grin to the demon, and a wink.
"You ain't bad." Louis spoke lowly, which would be completely inaudible to the woman but perfectly clear to the demon.
He was quite enjoying his escapade with this new 'friend.'