scream for me Who: Bonnie When: Six months ago Where: Detroit Warning: Not for the faint of heart, NSFW.
Bonnie pulled the stolen caddy to a slow stop outside of Bitchtit's place of work and killed the engine. There was a time when Bitchtits had had a name, and had sat at Bonnie's kitchen table and eaten Bonnie's food, but those days were over. When Bitchtits had been dating Ryan, she might as well have been part of the family. But then people started talking, about the things Bitchtits did when Ryan wasn't around. Things with men that most certainly were not Bonnie's brother.
Bitchtits didn't deserve a name anymore.
Bonnie waited, watching the diner and sitting in the snow, heat slowly leaving the car. Normally Bonnie didn't like the cold, but she wouldn't have to be out here long. Through the falling snow, she watched as the last remaining customers left and Bitchtits set to closing up. As one by one, the lights went out, Bonnie got out of the car, pulling her hood up as she quietly went to wait by the door, hidden in the shadows behind a column. As Bitchtits was leaving, after she had locked up and turned back to the parking lot, Bonnie stepped up and jammed the tip of a baseball bat into the back of her head. Bitchtits never made a sound as she fell unconscious into the snow. Bonnie dragged her limp body to the caddy, which she had selected for the size of its trunk. She'd come back for Bitchtit's car later. She had time.
It was going to be a long night.
There were some neighborhoods in Detroit that might as well have been a ghost town, if it weren't for squatters. Entire neighborhoods of abandoned, boarded up buildings, standing empty as effigies of eviction and the economy. It was a good place to take someone if you didn't want anyone to hear a scream. Squatters didn't snitch, after all.
An hour after picking up Bitchtits, she and Bonnie were in the basement of one of these empty shells of a former life. There was nothing there, but for the chair Bonnie had chained Bitchtits to, and a toolbox in the corner. When Bitchtits came around, Bonnie was putting her hair up. Taking her earrings out. Preparing herself.
"B...BJ?" The voice was groggy, confused. "What..."
"I knocked you out as you were leaving work," Bonnie explained, coldly, without any hint of emotion or remorse. She didn't look at Bitchtits as she spoke, she just put her earrings in her coat pocket and dropped it next to the toolbox, and pulled a pair of long black latex gloves out of her jeans pockets. "I've taken you somewhere where no one will hear you scream."
"Why... why would you... why would I... why would I scream?" Apparently being chained to a chair in an abandoned basement wasn't enough for Bitchtits, the stupid cunt, but it was just as well. Bonnie was happy to spell it out for her. After pulling on the gloves, Bonnie faced the chair and leaned forward, so she was face to face with the whore.
"I won't consider myself done until you've screamed yourself out. Until you have screamed like you have never screamed before." Bonnie said, looking her dead in the eye.
"Wha-" Before she could get it out, Bonnie hauled off and punched her in the mouth, hard as she could. More than enough to knock the chair over, chains rattling and Bitchtits screaming. "BJ, WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?!" And she had a right to be surprised. The Bonnie she had known had always been perfectly sweet to her. A little dim, but sweet.
That Bonnie wasn't here tonight. This Bonnie pulled the chair back up, then knocked it back over again with another hard right hook. Bitchtits screamed, alright. Called her all kinds of names too. As Bonnie kept hitting, Bitchtits kept screaming, and asking over and over again why she was doing this. Finally, when Bonnie started to feel the strain, and blood was pooling on the cold cement, she righted the chair and leaned over the girl again. "I know what you been doin', bitch. I know what you did behind my brother's back."
"I DIDN'T-" Bam. Bonnie had strength for another hit.
"YES, YOU DID!" she shouted. "I SAW YOU! SUCKIN' DICK BEHIND THE BAR LIKE ANOTHER TRAILER TRASH SKANK ON EIGHT MILE. NOBODY. DISRESPECTS. MY. BROTHER." She had leaned over the fallen chair, and with each word she was driving another hit into her jaw. Bitchtits screamed and cried, and finally spit a mouthful of blood into Bonnie's face. Bonnie closed her eyes and backed up, grinning sickly as she wiped the blood from her face. "Ohh, bitch... you're going to make this so much worse." Having to stop for a fucking aids test was going to interfere with her pedicure tomorrow. Cunt.
Bonnie went through the effort of hauling the chair back up again, only because she wanted the bitch to see what was coming next. Bitchtits screamed at her, but Bonnie ignored it all as she headed for the toolbox. As she slowly removed the pair of large vice-grip pliers, the bitch stopped screaming. "What are you doing?" Now she finally sounded scared. Bonnie smirked faintly before wiping the expression from her face, and turning to face her again. She didn't answer, not yet. She slowly crossed the basement, making a show of examining the pliers as she neared the chair again. Then, she kicked it over again, her foot hitting the bitch square in the chest, winding her as hit the ground.
Bonnie stepped over, all but straddling the chair as she leaned over her subject. Now she was grinning again. "I am going to make it real easy for you to suck dicks in parking lots," she promised. And it didn't take long to become quite clear how Bonnie was going to do that, as she forced her subject's mouth open and used the pliers to grip one of her front teeth.
Bonnie had never in her life heard screams like that before, ever. They filled her entire being, mixing with adrenaline and flowing through her veins instead of blood. Twice, the bitch passed out, and Bonnie had to get a bucket of water to bring her back around. And when she did, she'd pick up exactly where she left off. Twelve teeth in all, maxillary and mandibular, incisors and canines. They all came out, neatly deposited into a little ziplock bag. After getting the last one out, when the bitch passed out again, Bonnie didn't bother waking her. Instead, she started cleaning up.
When Bitchtits woke up again, they weren't in the basement anymore. They were in a filthy men's bathroom in a truck stop off I-75, and Bonnie was removing all of the bitch's clothes. The bitch was handcuffed to a filthy toilet.
Speaking was, naturally, very difficult. Words came out slow and gargled, and Bonnie had to lean over her body to hear - which she did. She was very interested in what the bitch might have to say.
She had a hard time speaking, especially around the cotton balls Bonnie had shoved in the sockets were healthy, perfect teeth used to be. "...you...ull...go..." There was a lot more gargling, and after coughing on blood, she got out the final word. "Prison."
Bonnie smiled brightly. "Aww, babydoll, don't you worry about that." she said, in her 'normal' sweet voice, the one the bitch would have heard before tonight. "You're not going to tell anybody about this." The bitch didn't look convinced, and Bonnie was relatively certain she actually managed a small laugh. Bonnie laughed with her as she pulled off the last of the bitch's clothes and stuffed them in her bag. She'd burn them later. "You know why you won't tell, and why I won't go to prison?" She didn't really require an answer. After zipping up her bag, she stepped back and stood straight.
Bonnie held her hands out, palms up, and sparks began to dance from hand to hand. Then the sparks became flames. Bonnie closed her eyes and smiled euphorically as the flames grew and surrounded her entire body. As her own clothing began to burn and fall off, her skin and hair were flawless. When she opened her eyes, the bitch was watching in wide-eyed horror, sitting in a pool of her own urine. "Because I am a demon, I am the devil in the flesh, and if you ever speak of this, I'm coming for everything you've ever loved." And just like that, all the flames were gone. Those were the good old days, when you could get away with that kind of shit. When most people had never heard of an elemental.
Bonnie leaned over the bitch again, and the girl actually tried to back away, as if she could become one with the wall. "Are we understood?" Bonnie asked, looking her in the one eye the bitch could still open. Her answer was a nod. "I thought so."
Standing, Bonnie walked over to the counter and pulled on her jacket, snowpants, and boots. She slung the bag of Bitchtit's clothes over her shoulder and headed for the door. "Stay away from my family," she warned, and with that, she was gone.