Torture is my middle name

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> "Why are you telling me all this?"
> "Because..." Jayne said "I want you to know that I'll attempt to
take this
> ship again if you don't give me what I want, and this time, with
the help of
> the Bloodhound Gang, not one member of your crew will survive."
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Who: Dante and Jayne Chrysler.
Where: The Dark Room
When: During all the Teleportation.
The fresh blood trickled south bond down Dante's cheek from his left
eye. Dante's tongue licked at the sticky red juice. His eye's
twinkled flame red briefly. Jayne now had her back to Dante; she was
massaging her hand again. All this violence just didn't feel right,
but she was doing it for what seemed the greater good. Dante knew how
to read people and how to torture them too. He had spent many long
days doing just that. The holo-wipe had hurt, but Dante's pain
tolerance was extremely high, and he had not broken. The physical
beatings had started then. Jayne's hand had taken more of a beating
then Dante had. Jayne turned to face the blooded puffy face of the
burly security officer.
"Just TELL me what I want to know. And this will all be over."
Through his blurred swollen eyes Dante looked at Jayne. He strained
to make a smile, it hurt. "I…… Don't…… Know….." He said while
smiling. "I am from a different Galaxy, I have been to earth once and
I am only a security officer. I better get a promotion after this."
Dante smiled again. "Owww. Jes is that necessary." Jayne stood
holding a nightstick; she was wiping the fresh blood from splitting
Dante's lip again. Through his puffy eyes Dante thought he saw a
tear. Dante was confused normally the tortured cried not the
torturer. "Tell me what I need to get the job done and you can go."
"Why?" Dante questioned.
"What do you mean, why? It's my job."
"No tell me why you? Why earth? Why are you getting involved?"
"What? I ask the questions around here!" Jayne barked, the thought
had crossed her mind that Dante was not as stupid as he looked. His
aged rough and now swollen skin had seen many things. His hands which
where now bond to the chair and done many things.
"Well we have seen how successful you are at physical torture. This
is, was, my bread and butter, I can see, just, that this is hard for
you. Why don't we do this the easy way and you just talk to me."
Dante released his right and from the chair and the bindings just
slipped off. A quick tug on the other wrist and he was free. Dante
remained in his chair, rubbed his wrists and sat back.
"What who tied these? How did you? Why didn't you? When did you?"
"Don't worry it's a trick I perfected its easy I will show you one
day." Dante looked surprisingly calm behind the swollen face. "My
backs a bit sore from that whip do you mind?" Dante gestured towards
the fresh slices on his back.
"Guards!"
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