The lights were still off but his eyes never left me as I walked closer to him. My hand grips another handful of his hair before dragging him over to the light switch. 

I watched as the realization of what this place was crossed his face. Horror quickly took over him as he shook against my leg, his eyes scanned the walls around him. The walls were covered in whips, knives, batons, collars, and chains. The room had taken a lot of work to set up but the outcome was perfect. The terror on Richard's face was priceless and I loved knowing I put that look in his eyes. 

"What are you," he asked, shying away from me but not going far from the grip on his hair. 

"Just a concerned friend of your son," I shrugged he winced at the light pull. "You see, he came to me this morning saying you got out of prison this morning and he wanted me to make sure you didn't go anywhere near. Then he gave me permission to kill you but he never said how quickly I had to do it. He just told me to make it painful."

"Jaxon is too much of a pussy to ask that," he scoffed and I gripped his hair tighter. 

"How else do you think I found you? Do you think I have time to keep up with prison breaks? Oh no, that was all him. He just let me know you were out, the rest of what happens to you is up to me. You do realize that you aren't leaving this place, right? You're going to die here. Doesn't that seem like so much fun?" I laughed as he tried to back farther away from me again. "You really are just a stupid bitch aren't you," I teased as I pulled him farther into the basement. 

He struggled with every step I took but I only dragged him as I went, ripping a few stray hairs as I went.

"Sit," I told him as we stopped in front of a few collars hanging on the wall. When he didn't immediately sit the back of my hand slammed into his cheek. He cursed and spat blood onto the ground. "Such a good little bitch," I cooed. "You're learning! We don't spit at Jem do we?" He scoffs and I hit him again. He cursed and glared at me hate filled eyes. "We don't give Jem attitude either," I scold. "The only words that should be coming out of your mouth should be 'yes, Jem'. Do you understand?"

"Go to hell."

"Oh I love when they don't listen," I sighed as I leaned down to his height. 

I didn't give him a chance to brace himself before my fingers slipped back into the bullet wound. He screamed and the blood that had been clotting nicely now oozed out, pooling slightly at the wound before spilling over and trailing down his pants before drying onto the cloth. He jerked and tried to move away but with him being braced against the wall there was nowhere for him to go and the struggling only made my fingers slip deeper into his thigh. 

It was warm and wet and smelled like pure copper. It should make my stomach turn like these usually do even if it was part of my job but this only brought me joy. I hated him, not just because of what he had done to Jax but because of what this meant for me. 

My father had beat me for most of my life but passed before I had the chance to get back at him for it. This man wasn't my father but he would be a fine stand-in. 


My fingers pushed farther into the wound until he screamed so loudly his voice went completely horse and almost no sound escaped. 

"What words do I want to hear come out of your mouth," I asked as I held my fingers still. "What are the only words I want to hear?"

"Yes, Jem," he panted, tears were streaming down his face and his cheeks were flushed. I smiled and pulled my fingers out.

"Good bitch," I soothed, cupping his face with the bloody fingers. "Now sit." He sighed and strained with the movement but did what I asked without having to be asked again. "That's a good little bitch, now what collar would look good around that neck of yours," I asked as I looked around the wall. 

Some shocked the person wearing it on command, others were just regular choke collars for dogs, a few were just regular collars with dried blood from past wearers on them, but the one I was drawn to was a tight-fitting collar that had harsh spikes on the inside that would dig into the skin when it was pulled on. 

I plucked the blue one off the wall and brought it to his neck to see how I liked the color on him. I hummed and brought it closer to his face so he could see the spikes. 

"What about this one," I asked him. "I think it would be a lovely training collar for you. What do you think?"

"Yes, Jem," he sighed, slightly slumped against the wall. I hummed and clasped the collar around his throat. He tensed at the sharp spikes on the tender skin. 

I smiled to myself as I gripped the loop of the collar before pulling it tight. He struggled to get away but the wall and the collar made it impossible for him to move anywhere. 

"Stop struggling and it will stop," I teased as he withered against the harsh touch. It took several seconds for my advice to register but when they did he stopped and the pressure left his neck. "That's a good bitch. It will only hurt if you resist. Be a good little bitch and you won't even know it's there."

I sighed as I stood up and walked to the med kit close to the stairs. Even with my back turned when I could have been considered vulnerable he stayed in place, panting against the wall like an actual dog in heat. He was easier to train than I thought and it made me upset. I wanted him to fight. I wanted to put him in his place. I wanted to watch his spirit break piece by piece. 

I would find a way to put that fire back in him though. 

I pulled the gauze and medical tape out before turning back to wrap up his wound. It would be easier if I just let him possibly bleed out or let the wound get infected but that would cut down my time with him and I wanted this bastard alive for days until he was begging me to kill him. 

I pulled the scissors down from the wall before crouching down. Richard flinched when I reached for his pants but I held his leg firmly before placing the scissors at the hole. 

"Don't move and I won't have to hurt you," I soothed as I worked to take a patch out of the pants. "You don't want me to hurt you anymore, do you?" A sick smile covered my face at the trick question. 

"No," he seethed only to have the scissors nip the edge of the bullet hole. 

"That didn't sound like the words 'yes, Jem' to me," I teased but didn't do anything other than the small clip of pain. "Now, this is going to hurt," I warned him. He shook his head, fear already coating his face. "Oh, it will. I have to get that bullet out before it gets infected. Don't want you dying too soon on me do we? Besides, it's just a little pain. I think you can handle it." 

I don't give him a chance to respond before my free hand comes up to grab his collar while the other dives into the bullet hole. He tried to pull his leg away but with me sitting on his foot there wasn't much he could do. 

My fingers grazed the bullet but with him fighting it only pushes it deeper. I pulled the collar tighter, pinpricks of blood spilling out of his neck now. 

"Fighting is only going to make it worse," I teased. He didn't listen and soon his neck was pouring blood along with the wound I was digging around in. 

By the time I was able to get the bullet out of his leg, he was pale and barely conscious. 

He was bleeding way too much and I ground my teeth at how much of a pain in the ass this was going to be. I cupped the gauze around the wound and held pressure there until it finally clotted and allowed me to properly dress it. 

"Why are you doing this," he said barely above a whisper as he slumped against the wall. His voice was clearly screamed raw and the tired look in his eye was pathetic. I shrugged as I pulled the collar away slightly to make sure none of the piercings there were too deep. 

"Because men like you are the scum of the earth and because you have put that kid through hell. I think it's fair that I put you through my own spin on hell before you get to experience the real thing. You don't deserve an easy death and I sure as hell will do everything in my power to make sure you don't get that." 

He looked completely defeated and I loved the look on him. 

I stood up when everything was cleaned properly. 

"Are you going to be smart about this and come with me easily or am I going to have to drag you?" For a second I think about grabbing the collar anyway but he shifts to his knees to follow before I have the chance. 

I hummed as I led him across the room. I grabbed a short chain connected to the brick wall before clipping the end to the collar around his neck and placing a lock there for good measure. 

Realistically the lock didn't matter. The door to the laundry room was always locked, men were patrolling the grounds and watching cameras constantly, and even if he got past all of that we were miles away from the closest town and with that hole in his leg, he would never make it there. Of course, even if he managed all of that, walked into a police station, got arrested, and tried to rat me out the cops couldn't do a damn thing to a guy who didn't exist. 

It was fun though, knowing he would be in the exact same spot I left him in when I came back the next time.

"If you have much of an appetite later someone will be down with food. I speak from experience, you're going to want to eat; it'll help keep your strength up." I didn't bother waiting for an answer before I walked up the stairs to wash all of the blood off my body.