The light flicks on illuminating the hallway
You stare blankly at the woman being pinned by the Doberman sized cannibal fluffy
The woman’s begging snaps you back to reality
“P…PLEASE MAKE HIM STOP!”
Queequeg’s jaws are clamped like a vice around the woman’s shoulder
Your eyes are drawn to the tool bag laying on the ground beside her
“No.”
The woman looks at you sheer terror
“Wha…AAH!!!”
Queequeg’s jaws further tighten
Around the woman’s shoulder interrupting her train of thought with the pain of shredding tendons
You take a look at what’s inside the bag
Your face turns red with fury
The bag is filled with dozens of highly specialized Torture implements and a lock picking kit
The woman begins sobbing
“Please! Make him stop!!!”
You just smile while shaking your head
“Here’s what’s going to happen.
I am going to take each of these tools out of the bag and you are going to tell me in painstaking detail ,
What they are and how they are used “
“Please! just make him stop first! The pain is unbearable!”
You begin talking to her in condescending manner as if she was a child
“So tell me what does this do?”
You remove a large industrial “plug” from the bag and show it to her
About two hours pass and she finishes explaining the last “tool”
“How very interesting. I had no idea there was such a wide variety of ways to torture fluffies”
The woman looks at you with tears streaming down her face
“So you’re gonna call him off now right?”
You walk off into the other room
“No! No! You promised!”
You come back into the hallway
In your hands is a small wooden box
The woman stares at the box in terror
“W…what is that?!”
You smile
“Here’s a Fun fact : our state has castle doctrine”
Her eyes widen
“B…but why?!
You lean down and whisper in her ear
“Because-fuck-you-that’s-why.”