We pulled into Trevor's driveway and all got out, they looked around as I slumped into the house. I walked over to the kitchen and sat on the counter as I pulled the first aid kit from the drawer and pulled off my ripped shirt, then started working on my wounds.

"Marti, join us when you're done," Trevor said as he dragged Josh to the basement.

"Gladly," I said as I lit a cigarette and continued wiping alcohol rub on the burns and bandaged them quickly.

I got off the counter slowly and walked towards the basement. I got down the stairs slowly and looked at Josh, who was tied to the ceiling hanging upside down.

Instant memories of the girl from the VHS tape flashed through my head. I felt a slight pinch of guilt in my stomach as I sat down on the chair and looked at him. Josh looked at me with fear in his eyes as I smirked at him.

Trevor pulled off his jacket and set it over my shoulders as I took a puff. Trevor kissed my forehead, "I'll make a lovely show for you my dear," he said and walked over to Josh.

For some reason I don't mind this. I feel like he deserves to be tortured because he was torturing me. I'm not sure if that makes me a bad person or not. I also don't care right now if it makes me a bad person.

The only thing I can focus on right now is making sure this guy is getting tortured for what he's done to me. Trevor will make sure of that.

Trevor picked up pliers from a table and snapped them in front of Josh's face who was whimpering out in terror. I took a slow puff as I watched with dead emotion at how scared he was.

Trevor ripped the tape off Josh's mouth and smiled wickedly at him, "at least Marti wasn't as scared as you are," Trevor chuckled.

"That little shit ran his smart ass mouth the entire time!" Josh yelled at Trevor.

"I'm glad he did," Trevor smirked and looked at me with an approving look in his eyes. He looked back at Josh and kicked him in the head, causing his already red head to gush blood from his mouth.

I chuckled out, "you're in a pretty bad situation Josh."

"Fuck you, you little shit stain!" He yelled out.

Trevor lifted his leg again and I stood up and walked over. I leaned into Josh's face and spit on his eye. "Don't talk to me like that you nasty pig," I snarled at him.

Josh whimpered out as I held the cigarette close to his eye. I laughed out and stood back up then kicked him in the chest, making his body go back. I stepped to the side as he swung in the air.

"Maybe I should put this out on you, you did after all have two of them put out on me," I said and walked around his body as it stopped swinging. "But where to put it, I wonder?" I said menacingly as I got back in front of his face.

Trevor chuckled and split open Josh's shirt, letting his chest and stomach be exposed. "I think you should place it here," Trevor said and pointed to Josh's belly button.

"Perfect idea," I whispered and stood up. I slowly placed it against his belly button as Josh was squirming in fear and begging for mercy.

I pressed it inside and listened to Josh's screams of agony. "Now I need a new one," I said annoyed.

Oliver handed me a cigarette and lit a match. He held it up to my mouth as I breathed in the smoke.

"Put the match out on his neck," I said to Oliver.

Oliver smiled and stabbed the burning wood into Josh's neck. Josh screamed out again and his eyes started rolling around.

I walked away and sat back in my chair, "Do your worst Trevor," I said and took more puffs.

"As you wish," Trevor said with a big smile and grabbed Josh's hands. He started pulling fingernails off one by one as I watched intently.

This sort of stuff usually sickens me, makes me want to puke and run away shaking in fear. But at the moment, I'm relishing every scream and cry coming from this man.

In my opinion, he deserves it, he tortured me, so it's only natural he gets it back.

And for some reason, I enjoy how happy Trevor is right now with how I'm acting. I know I've changed a lot over the years from being a stupidly shy boy, but I didn't know I'd become so heartless seemingly so quickly.

But I can't help but love every second of it.

Trevor set down the pliers and grabbed hedge clippers. He started chopping off Josh's fingers and letting the bloody stubs fall to the floor.

"Holy shit those cut good," Richard chuckled.

I stared into Josh's eyes as he looked around frantically, "Please stop!" He yelled out while sobbing.

"Keep going," I demanded.

Trevor looked back at me with an evil grin, "you are so fucking hot right now Marti," he said.

I smirked up at him as he walked over to me and grabbed my face, he kissed me roughly and gripped my neck slightly, "you're gonna be such a fun fuck later," he whispered against my lips as I smiled at him.

"Oh so a bunch of faggots are torturing me?" Josh snarled.

Trevor and I both looked at Josh in anger and Oliver walked over, then shoved his gloved finger into the man's eye, "don't insult them, you're lucky you're getting to see this right now," Oliver said with a dazed look in his eyes. He pulled Josh's eye from its socket and let it hang by the vein, it swung around and Josh started screaming out in a panic.

"Continue," I said.

Trevor walked back over and picked up the hedge clippers again, and cut into Josh's feet through his shoes, blood started gushing out from one of them as Josh screamed and thrashed around.

"Actually," I started and stood up, Trevor stopped and looked at me, "we should help this piggy lose some weight, I suggest we let him starve down here for a couple of days," I said with a wicked smile.

Trevor chuckled, "that's a great idea." He uncuffed Josh's ankles and let him fall to the floor, then chained him up to the wall by his wrists and ankles.

I walked over to Josh, "you fucked with the wrong "faggot"," I said with my fingers making air quotes, then put my cigarette out on his bloody, chopped up cheek.

"I'll make sure you're tortured for this you fucking cocksucker!" Josh yelled at me.

"Oh will you now? How so? All of your men are dead. No one knows you're here. Please, tell me how," I said.

"I-" he started but looked down in fear.

"Exactly, shut the fuck up," I spat out and we all walked upstairs. Trevor turned off the lights as we left the room filled with the smell of crimson iron.

Trevor closed the door behind him and hugged me gently as he kissed my neck slowly to my lips.

"I love you so much Marti," he whispered and hugged me tighter.

I hugged him back tightly, "I love you too."

"I'm gonna head back, let me know if you guys need anything," Richard said while yawning.

"Of course, wanna come back later for more torture?" Trevor asked.

"Maybe, I've already got someone chained up in my basement waiting for me," Richard said jokingly.

"Marie is probably waiting for me," Oliver said as he headed for the door.

"See ya guys later," I said and yawned myself.

"Sleepy already?" Trevor asked as he locked the front door after everyone left.

"A bit, I need to take a shower first though," I said as I walked up the stairs. Trevor was behind me and held onto my belt, making sure I don't fall.

"Take a shower and I'll be in here," he said as we entered our bedroom.

I nodded and walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. I undressed quickly and stepped in. I sighed happily as I felt the warm water hit my skin.

After a while of being in there I got out and wrapped a towel around myself and looked at myself in the mirror.

I really have changed a lot. I went from being an awkward, shy, small time drug dealer in high school to a full blown drug lord who tortures people. Living with maniacs all around me. Living with Trevor who's changed me as I am.

I feel myself slipping deeper into insanity maybe? I'm not sure, I got so much pleasure from watching Josh get tortured I don't know how I'm supposed to feel about myself now.

Should I be ashamed? Should I feel guilt?

I honestly don't feel anything at all right now. Like I'm empty and filled with nothing but hatred and malice.

Could this be how Trevor feels all the time?

"Marti?" Trevor asked as he walked in, snapping me away from my thoughts.

"Hey," I said and gripped the towel tighter.

"Are you okay? You were spacing out for a bit," he said and walked up to me, putting his hands on my arms and looking into my eyes.

"I'm okay, just thinking about things is all," I said and he pulled me into a hug. He stroked my wet hair and kissed my cheek.

"Let's have fun this weekend, real fun," he whispered.

"Sure," I said as we pulled away and looked at each other with smiles.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bathroom gently and sat in the bed. I got in as well and laid my head in his lap. He started running his fingers through my hair slowly as he turned on the tv. He lowered the volume as I was beginning to pass out from exhaustion.