Chapter 142. Take Over

My black dress was all bloodied when I straightened up with the crocodile shears at exactly the two-hour mark since we got here.

Colt stood up for the first time, walked over and stopped beside me as we started down at Norio’s dick.

“Looks like a circumcision.” His voice was low as his eyes took in the pale, flayed flesh on the now unconscious Norio. 

He had passed out one minute in. 

“That’s one neat job,” Colt said, and I turned to see him watching me. 

I stepped back, suddenly weirded out and uncomfortable in this attic, with the rising sun showing every detail of the white room.

The entire place was painted purely in white, and even the floors were white marble, which made the tiniest hints of color visible. And right now, there were more than hints of red.

There was blood and goo everywhere, squishy on the plastic sheeting covering the floor, sticky and clinging to every torture tool I used, and even my gloves. 

I wal