12-29-2014, 09:41 AM
Jacinda kept one eye on 'El Diablo'- what a douche- and one on Ricky. The kid was getting emotional again. Jacinda understood, of course. She was human, after all. But anything she felt went into that box, tamped down and sealed tight. It would sit there, festering, building pressure. But she knew herself. She knew how that felt, when it got harder and harder to hold. The pressure pushed her, moved her, impelled her until finally, that glorious cathartic release. Pleasure wormed in her stomach, anticipation.
The two guards had been only minor indulgences, necessity more than anything else. Still enjoyable- they supported and enforced when went on there, after all. El Diablo, though, he would be fun.
Ricky dropped Marta off with that girl from the other night. Seemed like they were getting more than just casual. He'd better be careful. In their line of work, attachments were mostly a hindrance. He returned with the antidote and then started driving.
She checked the time. Buddy boy here had maybe ten minutes. His blusters and threats had stopped a while ago. He was definitely in pain, from the way he kept his head back and had his eyes squeezed shut. Jacinda smiled.
Casually she pistol whipped him in the side of the face. "Hey! Devil man! Wake up! No rest for the wicked."
She grinned at him tauntingly, the way he shied back. The anger and darkness was still in his eyes. "Yeah yeah, big strong tough guy. Selling little kids."
She showed the contempt she felt. "Even without the poison, I'd kick your ass."
She held up the hypostick between two fingers. His eyes followed it hungrily. "So....before I give this to you, you're going to answer some questions. Got it?"
He nodded. "You've had some disappearances of late. Sightings of strange creatures. Dead bodies discovered, mangled. And not with the usual cartel signature. Tell me everything."
The confusion in his eyes was plain. To him, this whole thing tonight was a cartel beef, nothing more. He opened his mouth, clearly wanting clarification. She leaned forward, whispering to hin. "Questions are a waste of time. More specifically, your time. I suggest you answer the very best you can."
The two guards had been only minor indulgences, necessity more than anything else. Still enjoyable- they supported and enforced when went on there, after all. El Diablo, though, he would be fun.
Ricky dropped Marta off with that girl from the other night. Seemed like they were getting more than just casual. He'd better be careful. In their line of work, attachments were mostly a hindrance. He returned with the antidote and then started driving.
She checked the time. Buddy boy here had maybe ten minutes. His blusters and threats had stopped a while ago. He was definitely in pain, from the way he kept his head back and had his eyes squeezed shut. Jacinda smiled.
Casually she pistol whipped him in the side of the face. "Hey! Devil man! Wake up! No rest for the wicked."
She grinned at him tauntingly, the way he shied back. The anger and darkness was still in his eyes. "Yeah yeah, big strong tough guy. Selling little kids."
She showed the contempt she felt. "Even without the poison, I'd kick your ass."
She held up the hypostick between two fingers. His eyes followed it hungrily. "So....before I give this to you, you're going to answer some questions. Got it?"
He nodded. "You've had some disappearances of late. Sightings of strange creatures. Dead bodies discovered, mangled. And not with the usual cartel signature. Tell me everything."
The confusion in his eyes was plain. To him, this whole thing tonight was a cartel beef, nothing more. He opened his mouth, clearly wanting clarification. She leaned forward, whispering to hin. "Questions are a waste of time. More specifically, your time. I suggest you answer the very best you can."