The Madam Of Suburbia Chapter 10

Chapter 10 – Satan’s Safe Word

"Okay, that's enough," orders someone.

I've been handcuffed to a steel chair for hours as it seems every one inside the damn police station take their turns using my body as a fucking punching bag. I sit there smiling even though blood is flowing out of every orifice on my face. I watch them back off with my left eye since my right eye is swollen like a fucking balloon. One of them tries to get in one last sucker punch, but I spit blood on the punk ass bitch. He tries to attack, but his pussy ass partner pushes him back as I start laughing. I know what they want, and I rather die by their hands than hers.

"So, why were you carrying at that tantrix?" asks the detective who has kept his hands and his knock-off navy suit clean. His blue eyes say he wants to join in, but my blood would mess up his slicked back gray hair.

"To satisfy all of your ugly wives," I retort.  "They are tired of not orgasming without the use of batteries."

"We can play rough if you want, but a name would make your life so much easier," replies the detective.

"Your wife loves it real rough. By the way, I would wash your nightstick," I say as I spit out more blood.

The detective sighs before decking me in my right jaw. I spit out my tooth at his feet and keep laughing. I feel that since I ended up here, I'm dead either way. So, I might as well have my last night of fun before I end up next to Gus. The only name this detective will get out of my mouth is Satan because if I utter her name, she would literally go to Hell to torture my soul for all eternity. She probably would even make Satan her bitch after she's done with me. I laugh even harder as I picture Madam running Hell.

"Get the tasers out, boys. Let's see if we can shock some manners into this asshole," orders the detective.

"Shall we use the same safe word your wife and I use?" I joke. "It's dickless in case you're wondering. I don't have a fucking clue where she came up with that idea though."

"Do it," he orders.

Within seconds, a set of wires are pinned into my chest as my body spasms as a shit ton of volts courses through my body. They stop a minute later as I'm still shaking as my body tries to regain control. As I slowly stop twitching, another set hits me. I begin to puke blood as my body almost shuts down from the surge it has suffered. They finally stop tasing me, and laugh as I sit there puking on myself while shaking like a bowl of fucking Jell-O during an earthquake. I've been tased before, but never felt like this afterwards.

"A name and this nightmare will end," says the detective.

"Dickoless Ashlicker," I say before spitting out blood mixed with bile out of my mouth.

"Toss his sorry ass into a cell, and we'll continue this tomorrow," orders the detective. "I got a date tonight."

"No sex tonight. I wore out her pussy last night," I cackle.

The detective leaves the room while one of the officers uncuffs me before slamming me to the floor. They swarm around, and give me a few quick kicks to the ribs. I wince as I hear cracking sounds coming from my chest. Two of them grab my arms, and drag me out of the room. I pass out here and there as I watch my blood drip onto white tile. I hear a cell door open and they lay down on the cold concrete floor.

"Good. You passed," I hear Blue say.

"I ain't no fucking snitch," I manage to say as every breath I take hurts. They definitely cracked some ribs as I wince every time I exhale.

"You'll be escorted to a private hospital tomorrow. However, this is your bed for the night. We'll see if pain makes you talk."

Blue walks out of the cell, and I'm left there bleeding. The officers do come in some time later, and bandage me up so I don't bleed to death in the cell. I spend the rest of the night formulating plans to uncover Blue's and Madam's identity. After the special treatment I got from the fucking cops, I begin to wonder if Blue is a cop because the way he walked out of the station like he worked there. I start to think he's the captain or some high ranking shithead with a badge. As I succumb to sleep, I believe that Blue hides their identity so no one will know how far Madam's corruption goes up the chain of command. My last thought is one day I'm going to find out so I can be proud of killing a fucking cop.