#20.05

"Oh, don't worry. Bradley's very good at keeping his mouth shut, we didn't try to torture him."

Mallory pulls her gun but the man is faster, grabbing her wrist as it rises up towards him and breaking it with a sickening SNAP. The sound and the pain both makes her want to vomit, but she doesn't go down yet.

"Ezra, he's a little unused to this whole being-a-hostage business." Rex doesn't break a sweat as he keeps talking. He pulls her towards him by her broken hand and deflects one of her punches.

"He was pretty happy to tell us anything we wanted to know with the threat of violence. Although I left them both with Mary Belle, no promises she didn't touch a hair on their pretty heads."

"You fucker- FUCK." Rex twists her broken wrist the other way around. His prosthetic tightens around the shattered bones as they twist under her skin and he keeps smiling as tears of anger and agony run down her cheeks.

"If you don't come with me, I'm going to torture them both to death first." He warns. "I don't want anything from you other than to be my pretty little hostages while I plan a wedding. If you play nice, we'll let you go."

He begins dragging her down the hallway, her own pistol pressed against her head. In a few minutes, she'll be reunited with her partners. Bradley and Ezra are already there, beaten, drugged and chained in a cage while a pretty blonde woman lingers around them.

Her eyes light up when she sees Rex and she hurries over to take Mallory from him.