[Depraved]

Vera-Ellen looked down at Sully, and modeled her bloody new ink.
"So, do you like my new tat?"
His eyes grew wide, and practically bulged out of his head, recognizing his tattoo as it bled across her shoulder, staining her shirt. He started shaking again, and this time they all heard the tiny bones in his wrists breaking as he sobbed against his gag.
Drifty leaned down again, and stilled him with a touch.
"So, do you have anything interesting to say yet?"
He removed the gag once again, listening with pure pleasure as Sully began to sing like a bird.
"You gotta promise to let me go..."
He paused for a moment to catch his breath.
"I'll tell you anything you want to know...just stop hurting me, for god's sake..."
Vera-Ellen leaned in, and put her face close to his.
"God has nothing to do with what we're doing here."
She stuck her tongue out and licked the tip of his nose.
"Like he cares about you, anyway."
Taken aback, Sully shouted, spraying her face with spit.
"Fuck you both then!" With a sigh of frustration, he continued.
"You're gonna kill me anyway! Why should I fucking help you out?"
With a malevolent gleam in his bright blue eyes, Drifty smiled.
"Oh, you're going to die tonight...we're all on the same page about that."
Leaning in close, he put his face next to Vera-Ellen's and stared intently into Sully's eyes.
"I think you'll find out that we can make you fucking help us...and Lord knows, this baby girll here needs an education."