Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20151216000203/@comment-5583506-20151219013821

"Please!" sobbed Boss Jake. "No more! You... you have your caps! Just fucking leave, man!"

Another dart got stuck just mere inches from the inside of the Raider's left loin and he whimpered lowly.

A couple of yards away Kriegz sat in a lounger, reclining and examining the stash the Raiders had been safequarding. They had been lying though. There was only about 1000 caps or less. He expected that they were unaware of the fact that Boss Jake had spent most of the previous sum on chems and whores.

"No more caps then?" grunted Kriegz, visibly displeased with the outcome.

''Fucker didn't even put up a fight... He's just whining and crying now like a little bitch...''

"Y-yes!" begged the Raider who had been strung up against a billboard, his limbs all spread in several directions whilst Kriegz entertained himself as best as he could by throwing darts at random against him. "Please, just... just stop..."

Urban didn't even look up from the Raiders' stash. "Any idea of where there might be more though?" he asked and threw another dart against the billboard, this one hitting just on the side of Boss Jake's head.

"The... the fair!" exclaimed the Raider terror-struck. "The fucking fair, man! That's where me and the lads were... used to... used to go scavenging... Just... just let me go and I promise you I will make it worthwhile." He smiled nervously. "H-hey, we could even hook up perhaps? You... you could lead, eh? We will build our own gang. We would be big and bad, pillaging, raiding and raping wherever the fuck we wanted to! Whaddaya say?"

Urban threw another dart, this one hitting Boss Jake directly in the crotch, causing him to scream out in pain. "Shut the fuck up", growled Urban. "I am thinking. Besides... those first two sounds like a lot of fucking fun, but it was when you got to the last one that you got pretty, fucking nasty."

He got up from his seat and threatingly approached Boss Jake, watching as the Raider squirmed and sobbed in fear and pain.

"You see", explained Urban. "I dislike violence carried out against women. Of course, I would be a fucking hypocrite if I said that my hands are clean from killing them, because they aren't. But I fucking dislike when people take pride and joy in harming them, do you understand? Fuck, I even didn't enjoy myself killing that bitch of yours outside the walls who came at me with a 10mm pistol."

Boss Jake whimpered and didn't know what to say. Whatever he said it only seemed to trigger this madman's wrath and sadistic side even more, causing him to deal more pain than earlier. "Let's... let's forget about raping then?" he blubbered.

"Yeah", said Kriegz with a vicious smirk as he reached out for the dart nailed to Jake's crotch, pulling it out slowly so that the Raider would be able to feel the pain as the rusty needle was slowly extracted. "You don't seem to have much left to carry out such an act either way", he shrugged and flipped the dart playfully through the air before catching it and sticking it into his belt.

Boss Jake drew for breath. He couldn't tell how much more of this torture he could withstand. Not only had this brute broken his four limbs and nailed his genitals to the billboard, but he had also utterly destroyed his team. He was pretty much already a dead man.

"The fair you said?" muttered Kriegz and looked out over the walls of the Raiders' camp.

"Y-yes", said Jake and cursed lowly as he felt blood trickle out from between his legs.

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"No use for you then anymore, is there?"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">"What, no... No wait! NO!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;">Kriegz had thrown the dart from his belt at full strength, watching as it went straight through Boss Jake's socket and  penetrated his brain, killing him instantly.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "H-holy fuck!" chuckled Kriegz and applauded the spectacle. "Fucking bullseye, mate! Fuck! I was actually aiming for your shoulder to be honest, but..." Urban burst out in an obscene laughter. "Shit... Fuck, man. I am sorry. Truly. Well... not really, I mean..." He snickered. "You were a fucking rapist. I was gonna kill you either way, but..." He motioned to the lifeless body with his hands. "Fuck... I had NOT expected that. And no one was around to see it. Son of a bitch!"

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> Urban approached the small bag of chems and alcohol, stuffing the satchel with caps as much as he could fit before pouring the rest of the Raiders' loot into the stash.

<p style="font-weight:normal;"> "Nice", he grinned. "This is gonna last me a good fucking while", he said and swung the satchel over his shoulder, heading out from the camp. "The fair, eh?"