Interrogation 2.

Warning: This chapter contains violence and torture.

**Razor**

She struggled against my hold, dragging her feet on the ground as I pulled her towards the bed.

"Please, let me go, my body still hurts from before," she pleaded with me but I ignored her, bending her over the bed.

"Please..." her voice came off as hoarse, tears already streaming down her face.

I shook my head, once again ignoring her tears and pleading. I wasn't about to make the same mistake I made in the past - before, I actually used to be lenient with my mate, but never again. Not after what happened, and if I have to fucking drill into her head every day to behave, so be it.

"Don't get off that bed if you know what's good for you, Isabella." I ordered in a stern tone, making sure to let her know how serious I was.

"But I didn't do anything wrong," she protested, already sobbing hard into the duvet. "Please..."

"You really don't know why you're in this position, Isabella?" I stared down at her trembling form, amusement written all over my face. Oh, my naughty little pup, I haven't even touched her. "Answer me, Isabella."

"I... I... cursed at your uncle's place and disrespected you," she whispered reluctantly, already dreading what was coming next.

I brought the belt and placed it on top of her sorry little ass. Her body jolted a little in response. "And is that all, my dear little wife?"

"I... argued with you."

"And gave me an attitude, Isabella. From now on, you're not allowed to argue with me or even give me an attitude because for every misbehavior, there will be consequences. Now let's begin." I raised the belt up.

"Please....." she trailed off as I landed a smack with the belt on her ass.

She immediately screamed into the duvet, fisting it with her fingers. "Please, please I'm so sorry, please."

I could tell she was still sore from the last time, but I needed her to learn a lesson. So I steeled my heart and ignored her pleas, letting her feel my wrath on her ass.

By the fifteenth smack, she was literally screaming at the top of her voice, emitting raw guttural sounds as she wiggled frantically on the bed. Unable to take the pain anymore, she tried to get up after a particularly hard smack, but I pushed her back on the bed.

"Please, have mercy."

"Get off that bed again and we'll be starting all over, and this time, on your bare ass." I warned in a firm tone, and then proceeded to rain furiously fast smacks on her ass before pausing.

"What did you learn from this, wife?"

"I... I...," she was struggling amidst the wailing to form coherent words, so I let her stall for a few seconds before placing the belt on top of her ass to propel her reply. She gulped visibly. "I learned not to argue with you, and to respect you... and not to disobey you. Please, I'm sorry."

She sounded subdued, submissive, just how I freaking loved it, but I wasn't done, not yet. Isabella was a strong-willed girl, and slowly but surely, I'll break her until she squirms at the mere thought of disobeying me.

I proceeded to give her six more smacks amid her loud wailing before ending the punishment.

I stepped back a little, staring down at her crying form on the bed. Part of me wanted to leave her there to cry and take it all in, but I couldn't do it.

"Getting soft are we?" Black teased at me, but I ignored his scrawny ass, walking straight to the bed, and then pulling her up by the arm.

I enveloped her in a hug, making sure to rub circles with my hand on her back to calm her down. "Shhh, it's okay, you're OK now."

She snuggled closely into my chest, shaking her head a little. "It hurts, it hurt so bad."

"I know, but you caused it," I chided softly, glad her tears were now reduced to hiccups. "And are you sure you've learned your lesson?"

"Yes, sir."

"Good girl." I broke the hug and leaned back, meeting her alluring blue orbs which were now puffy from crying. "Why don't you go freshen up? I need to go somewhere now, I'll be back in an hour. And when I do, I expect dinner to be ready. I trust that Felicia has started teaching you already?" I used my fingers to wipe the tears from her cheeks.

Her lashes flustered nervously, and I swear I could fucking hear her heart beating rapidly. I hope she actually did attend that lesson for her sake.

"Yes... She did," she nodded.

"Good," I flicked strands of golden hair from her beautiful face. "See you in an hour," I leaned forward and planted a kiss on her pink lips, feeling my dick twitch in anticipation.

I wanted more, to kiss those luscious pink lips until they're swollen, but I had to be somewhere. Maybe later tonight when I got back.

I walked up to the dark dungeon, anticipation coursing through me with every step I took. I walked past my guards, and they paid their greetings, but I wasn't in the fucking mood to receive greetings.

"Boss," Dean got down to his knees and bowed his head.

Standing in front of my captives, I rolled up the sleeves of my white shirt. "What do we have here, Dean?" my eyes went up to the two fools whose naked bodies were backed against the wall, their hands above their heads, restricted by silver chains that dug into their wrists. "So these two were the only survivors from the club?"

"Yes, boss," Dean answered as he stood up. "We made sure that the rest all died. I'm sure by now, Damon must have gotten the news."

The two guys have been pretty much dealt with; their bodies were covered in deep cuts and burns, so much that their faces were unrecognizable. I nodded my head in satisfaction.

"And they've refused to talk."

Dean walked up beside the two fools, raking a knife across his palm blissfully. "Yes, boss, they're acting all loyal to the core. Damon must have drilled into them not to betray him."

I leaned forward, staring into the bloodshot eyes of one of the bastards. "So you're not going to tell me what that device is and what it does, huh?"

"Fuck you," he spat with such venom, his face squeezed up in anger. "I'll never say a fucking thing, but mind you, all you motherfucking wolves will die. Not one of you will be spared. And yes, I have heard about you, but I'm not fucking scared of you." He proceeded to erupt in crazy laughter, acting all hardcore.

Poor guy, they never learn. I could hear Dean chuckling at the impetus of the fool; oh, the bastard had no idea.

I straightened my back and grinned at him, my brow raised in amusement. "You're not scared of me? Well, you should be, though." He stared at me in confusion, wondering just what I was on about.

I dipped my hand in my pocket and brought out a cigarette, prompting Dean to hurry towards my side with a lighter. "Well, today is your lucky day because I'm about to show you the reason I'm called the devil and why you should actually be scared of me."

Dean lit the cigarette, and I immediately brought it up, taking a puff. "Is it hot?" I motioned at the brazen bull by the far right side.

"Yes, boss, I made sure to keep the fire low. It's hot but not enough to kill him quickly."

I flicked my cigarette to the disrespectful bastard. "Excellent, take him in, and keep the temperature at a medium," the bastard's eyes grew wide like saucers, shaking his head in fear. "I want him to roast... slowly."

"Yes, sir," Dean was ecstatic, the jerk was almost, yes, almost as twisted as I am. He basked in their pain.

He signaled for two of my Omegas to open up the brazen bull while another one hurried to his side to help him unchain the bastard. The sound of the metallic chain unlocking and falling to the ground echoed aloud, and soon, the bastard was being taken to his nightmare.

He struggled violently against their hold, flaring his legs to evade his punishment, his vicious pleas filling the cold air and of course falling on deaf ears. His eyes almost bulging out in horror as the door of the bull was pulled open. The putrid smell of carbon dioxide and charred flesh assaulted my nostrils, causing me to take a puff from my cigarette.

"Alpha Razor, please, I beg, I'll talk, please...." He was begging frantically as he was being thrown inside the brazen bull, his painful screaming filling the air, immediately in contact with the metal being heated from the fire beneath.

The door was shut, and the bastard was left to roast like a fucking piece of meat. I'm sure he's going to learn the reason why they call me "The Devil." Too bad he won't live to tell the tale.

I closed my eyes, savoring the sweetness from his painful screams. It fucking brought butterflies to my stomach.

I opened my eyes slowly before turning to face the other bastard. "Now where were we," I smoldered at the young man in front of me - yes, young, probably 18 or so. I could tell, even though his face was disfigured. He trembled visibly, fear evident in his blue eyes as he faced me.

He had better be afraid because I was about to get started with him, and I had no time to fucking waste, as my little wife was waiting for me.