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Meg in a Refrigerator	By : ShadowProc213 Category: +1 through F > Family Guy Views: 19539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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While Meg was always good at screaming, though she hadn't gotten the chance until very recently.
Having spent quite a bit of time re-affixing the previously broken-off door, though this time it would likely just fall over, rather than cause so many splinters. After all, you need to be careful when dealing with any manner of home improvement project, especially since those splinters would all be flying into the room.
"Scream all you like, bitch!" Kaden instructed, somewhat ironically towards the girl bound at his feet. "Nobody will come to save you!" He shouted, hoping that their neighbor in this high-class hotel had enough conscience to help someone clearly in trouble, especially given what he had read about the target's mission history, let alone the previous occasions on which the government had already tried to eliminate him. If they were lucky, the target would be drawn by Meg's blind screaming, if nothing else.
And there was screaming. Clever swapping between a cane, a whip, and the back of Kaden's hand led to this brunette screaming bloody murder as her body overtook itself with orgasmic pleasure. There were knocks at the wall, even yelling to keep it down, but it was from the wrong room. By the time there was a knock at the door, Kaden was out of breath.
"Answer the door." He instructed. Meg looked up at him, confused. He whispered down. "Beg for help. You're the victim, remember?"
"PLEASE!" Meg did her best to scream at the door as Kaden picked up one of his knives off the bed. "PLEASE SAVE ME! I FEEL THE KNIFE ON MY THROAT!" She begged, trying to sob as loud as she could. The door opened to a gray-haired agent, a trash bag beside him. The agent pointed his gun into the room, not very aware of his surroundings. A meat cleaver came down, severing both hands at the wrist, leaving this agent face-first on the carpet. He managed to look at Meg before losing consciousness, and he heard one sentence from this bound and restrained young woman. "Don't worry. I'm fine now."
Kaden unbound his partner, and they pulled the trash bag into the room. Against her better judgment, Meg looked inside, and saw nothing but a soup made of blood, pink hair, and Asian hookers. "You should close his goody-bag. Whatever is in there, it's probably not worth our trouble." Kaden advised. "I get these contracts because the agencies don't want their fingerprints anywhere near them."
"Yeah, but I think this guy was a serial killer. Don't you think we should at least do something, I don't know, 'special'? After everything he's done, we could at least screw with him a little." Meg begged of Kaden, crawling onto her lover's lap and pouting in his face.
"I don't torture targets unless I'm getting paid for it. You need to keep your professional life and your hobby separate. Tell you what. We need to kill him anyway, and you need practice at torturing people. Let's just get those arm-stumps fixed for the moment, then you can practice all the torture you like, and I'll advise." Kaden explained that all, then went immediately to work with fixing this poor guy's arms.
Meg and Kaden got dressed, waiting for their target to wake up from the initial shock of losing his hands. Kaden stood back, at the wall, holding the target's gun. Meg had a full range of torturous devices to use on him, in whatever type she chose, since the sex toys were never put away, and littered the bed.
"Wake up!" Meg yelled, striking this prisoner with the back of her hand. The prisoner looked down, seeing the duct tape wrapped around his legs, and even more of it around his arms. There was no tape around his hands, but only because those were sitting, in plastic wrap, right next to the door of this hotel room. He tried to talk, or scream, or do anything, but couldn't stop gasping as he looked up at Meg. "Do you know why this is happening? It's because of the girls in that trash bag. How much are we being paid to get rid of him?" She asked Kaden, shrugging.
"Like, twenty grand. The profile talks a big game about him being a special agent." Kaden answered, looking over the gun. "Agent Reynolds, you are a disgrace to your agency. I'm fairly certain that they wouldn't have called in someone like me, but you're just so sloppy with your disposal technique. I am also sorry to inform you, but this is a couples' vacation for Meg and I. Sweetie?"
Meg took the initiative as soon as she heard a prompt of any kind. She picked up one of the dental hooks and grabbed her poor prisoner's head, her thumb pressed against his eye socket. He clenched his eyes shut, and was rewarded with that dental hook digging into an eyelid, tearing it open. "Look at me!" Meg screeched as she carved away what was likely a good part of his eye along with that tattered eyelid. "Today, we're rewarding participation." She snarled right next to his ear. "If you don't try to resist, or act cowardly, and take your punishment the way we know you deserve it, then I promise not tow drag this out... much." Meg couldn't help but laugh at her little offer. She gripped the prisoner's throat, holding too tight for him to talk. "One blink for yes, two blinks for no." She demanded as blood streamed down both sides of his face. One side was carved out, the other side swelling up.
When Meg let go of his throat, her victim had two words to say. Head hung blindly in his lap, "Kill me." He tried to beg. "I can't see anything! I'll do whatever you want. Just put me out of my misery."
Meg looked back at Kaden when she heard those words, and all he did was shrug at her. "This is your choice. He is definitely the kind of person who deserves this, but everyone looks pathetic when they're in that position."
Meg knelt down, picking up the dental hook from the floor, and shoving it into her victim's nostril, as deep as it would go. His head whipped back, the hook still in his nose, and blood pouring from both nostrils. Meg sat back on the floor. "I don't think I can do this anymore." She announced, and two silenced gunshots hit the prisoner. One hit their prisoner in the chest, and second right between his bloody eyes.
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