Faith and Zada
It had taken a few days, but Faith had found it. Zada's address. People were very willing to co-operate if you asked them nicely. Or if you threatened to kill them.
As Faith arrived at Zada's house, she flipped her knife in her hands. This was going to be very fun.
She strode up to the front door and kicked it open. Or off, seeing as the door flew into the house and hit the ground. Faith stepped in.
"Honey, I'm home."
Zada stuck her head around the corner and squealed and started to shapeshift. Faith cocked her gun and shot a tranquiliser dart at her. Zada fell to the ground, and Faith dragged her downstairs to the basement and closed the door behind her. She spotted the bed with the chains and tied Zada up on it, gagging her mouth. Then waited impatiently for her to wake up.
Faith sat on the chair in front of the bed and grinned with delight as Zada came to, soon after.
"Yay, you're awake! Now the fun begins."
Zada's eyes focused on Faith and she felt herself beginning to whimper. Faith grinned evilly and walked over.
"Alright, so we have five basic torture groups. Blunt, hot, cold, sharp and loud. Have a preference?"
Zada's eyes widened and Faith pulled the gag from her mouth. "Great, it's always better with audience participation. May I take your order please?"
"Don't..."
Faith cackled. "Now say please. It doesn't work that way. You know what? Let's start with sharp." She pulled the knife out and cut across Zada's stomach.
"The baby!"
"Hmmm..." Faith sliced a little deeper. "Is probably feeling a little... dead."
Zada started to cry and Faith slapped her hard. "You don't get to be upset... if anyone should be upset, it should be me."
"Then why don't we switch, I'll kill you."
Faith giggled. "You've got a pair, that's quite refreshing in victims. Now..." Faith cut some patterns into Zada's arms and Zada screamed. "How about... hot?"
A few hours later, Zada was lying in a mess of blood, ready to pass out. Faith stood from her chair and walked over again. "Oh... you're not gonna die on me, are you? The fun's only begun."
"My... sisters... are... going... to... be... home... soon."
Faith giggled again. "See, Taryn won't touch me... coz, she's kinda scared..."
"You... won't... get... away... with... this."
Faith stabbed her through the heart. "Looks like I just did." She pulled the knife out and looked at the blade, slick with blood. She grinned and headed back to her motel room.