"Oh...so it's all<em>your</em>fault is it, Claire? Gee...I'm sorry, Dave. I should've been torturing Claire, not you."<br/><br/>Thomas took the the needle out of Dave's dick and placed it by the blowtorch. Then he took out Dave's gag.<br/><br/>"You might want to tell Claire what a bitch she is, Dave. Tell her how much you hate her, how sick and twisted she is, how much she deserves to get hurt. If you don't, then I'll have to assume that it isn't really<em>all</em>her fault at all, and you're just as bad as she is." He paused; Dave wasn't talking yet.<br/><br/>"C'mon Dave, let's hear from you on how disgusting this little whore is, and how much she needs to be tortured. Otherwise I'll start torturing your cock again. Who knows? I might even decide to blow your dick off with my gun." He picked up his .45 and smiled at Dave.