A BIG FUCK UP-(1)

{A.N- It's a gore/torture chapter, with not much bloodshed ;) }

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After giving unit head some instructions, I connected straight to Albert.

'Now that I've received roughly the entire mission report from the perpetrator himself, I wanted to know what Albert was doing right now.

'Oh, how blessed it feels! At last! The days of hearing this rude motherfucker will come to an end.' I felt really elated, even Tho it was because of a planet mafia. Anyways, the call didn't connect, but the security head called just after, to reveal why Albert hadn't picked up my call.

"Captain, we have detained Albert for forcing his way into the monitor room. He attempted to corrupt the recording server, but we caught him just in time. He tried to fight back, so we had to rough him up a bit.", the security head said, unsure if beating some shit into him was a good choice or not.

"Hahaha, yes! Beat him more! Grab that dirty tongue of his, and chop it into fine pieces. I'm coming, wait there, we'll start torturing him right now!", my blood was soaring with happy hormones. Such bliss! My sleepless days and all the accumulated fatigue vanished into air, as I thought how tardily I was going to rip that mouth out of his face.

"B-but mam, he's just tried infiltrating the monitor room, we can't torture him, more so that at least we can't start the torture immediately. We need to ask the union for a suitable penalty.", I felt like he was trying to save that man. 'hah! Even the union won't be able to save this bitch.'

"Hey, Sam. You know about the Union's 3rd code of principle? ", I asked, while accessing my federal panel, mailing a video and an archive to union HQ, with the same copy sending to Sam.

"Yes, it states;

(1) Every charge against a person subjected to the 'Act' shall be heard by the Commanding

Officer in the presence of the accused.

(2) After compliance of sub-rule (1), if the commanding officer is of opinion that the

charge ought to be proceeded without union court, he shall within a reasonable time-

(a) dispose of the wrongdoer. or

(b) refer the case to the proper superior military authority; or

(c) adjourn the case for the purpose of having the evidence reduced to writing;

Provided that the commanding officer shall not order trial by a summary

court-martial, without a reference to the officer empowered to convene a district

court-martial of the alleged offender unless –

1.the offense is one which he can try by a summary court-martial without any

reference to that officer; or

2.he considers that there is grave reason for immediate action, and as such is completely authorized the use of any means of force...". The commander halted, he picked up his buzzing com panel, as he opened a file, he had just received from the said person he was talking to,

"But to do all this we need eviden..." the commander jammed up, as he looked through the recently sent files, completely unmindful of his higher up having disconnected.

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"Sam.....that son of a bitch is going to beg me for death! believe me." Sam jolted, and turned around in a crude position, still watching the video, or precisely the evidence I have sent him.

He was standing just outside the cell, the cell where my beloved birth sworn enemy was continuously screaming. His screams were hearable even down the deck, tho most of it was cursing me.

"Sam! Let me out! We need to get that bitch! She needs to die! All of this happened because of her! Sam! You better let me out right now. Once I get out on my own, you won't be able to get away either. Open it, God damn it! Sa-!" His voice died abruptly, when he saw me.

"Hello Albert, how's it going? Everything Good~?" I asked, the tease was just so heavenly, it made me feel proud that I could say these words to him. Oh, how infuriated he looked, his face scrunched up in red.

I had just gotten close to the bars to take a good look at his face, when suddenly he launched his hands out. Unluckily for him, I dodged easily. His hands stayed out empty, as his face wrinkled with the helplessness of not even able to do anything, not a single thing to a woman, he thought was below him.

A shiver ran down my spine when I felt his angry but powerless eyes trying to grab me by my neck. How dare he! I'll gouge out those eyes of his.

I needed a gift; I had to attend a peculiar meeting.

"Sam, a glass of wine please" I wanted some wine, the cells weren't spotless. It left a bad flavor in my mouth. I had to do the gift making in this place, hence there was no choice but to bear with it.

In just a minute, he was back with a wine bottle and a fancy glass. Wine, a very mildly toxic but flavorful drink from a member who just recently joined the union.

It has been a trend these days. And I clearly understand why it is so. Well, I myself have become a fan of drinking.

"Inject him with some hyper stimulants, and prepare him for a good time. I'll start after a glass or two." Grabbing the wine bottle he was still screwing, I motioned him to do as I had ordered.

"....." He looked at me, nodded and went to Albert's cell.

Pulling out the corkscrew, I sniffed the bottle. "Mmh... so good!".

I poured the red liquid into the glass. Swirled it a little, taking another moment to enjoy the rich aroma.

Finally, taking a small sip; I let it roll around my tongue for a moment. Taking my time to assess the intense and different flavors.

"mmm... it's mind-blowing!". I don't know why the union's making so much effort to spread its control and form relations with every civilization they find, but I'm more than happy if things like these kept popping around 'cause of it.

After enjoying my two glasses of wine, I returned to the cell, still holding onto the corkscrew I used to open the wine bottle.

"Captain...", Sam motioned towards the chair bound figure, hinting he had done what I had asked him for.

"Urrrgh..." the figure roped up to the chair mumbled, but only blood drool escaped those broken jaws. It seemed Sam had a hard time keeping him down on the chair.

He had roughed him up to keep him still. His head was dangling backward. 'Sigh... maybe Sam beat him too much. It won't be much enjoyable; he already seems exhausted. Welp! I'll enjoy him next time, then.

'I'm not interested in the jaws either way.'

I went close, opened his right eye with one hand, and brought the corkscrew exactly at the center of the iris. He didn't move at all.

And I started screwing, his body shuddered. The stimulant drugs work marvel when giving pain a hundred folds.

He wasn't able to scream aloud, but with every rotation of the screw, I made his entire body tremble as a weak gasp escaped his broken mouth each time.

"Urrgh....arrr...." he groaned. He unendingly made a low whimper even though I stopped screwing after 10 slow rotations...

"ese... arrrrr....a...ory..." He begged, and I understood those distorted words clearly.

"Well, hate to break it to you, but I have to make a gift. So, I need your eyes. You won't mind, would you?" I whispered in his ears.

"o....ese...O... god..." Fresh tears flowed down his other eye. A big grin formed on my face.

"Sam, get me an immersion blender", Sam stared at me, his eyes glancing at the quivering body of Albert. "Hurry up! I don't have all day for this." I rebuked.

'It'll take him some time, what should I do till then?' I glanced at his other eye, still trickling some tears off.

And I screwed that too. "Screw you! Albert! This's what you get for trying to mess with me!" I punctured his eye with force, scraping the side of his eye sockets. Paying close attention as to not kill him with a shock, or sudden injury to the brain.

His body was still pulsing, although much weaker than before. 'Hmm! He needs a recovery shot'

"Captain..." Sam came close to hand me the blender, and saw what procedure I had done on Albert. Before I could reach out to the blender, he dropped it down. Flustered, he picked it up, handed me the device then quickly left. Just a moment later I heard him retching outside.

I looked over at Albert.

A bloody corkscrew was placed inside distorted punctured eye socket, like some pen case.

'It's Nothing much to get yourself a retching stomach.' He was motionless, but alive. Not wanting him to die, I gave him a recovery shot.

Putting that aside I placed the blender blades inside the sockets, and blended. The device blended well, white with black liquid, a little red here and there, but it was slow. I increased the dial to max, and it was quickly getting a nice consistency. Finally, I stopped after a minute.

Albert didn't move during the whole blending session. "What a bore. This guy sucks!" I kicked him in the groin, crushing some things in the action.

He was about dead, but I used an expensive shot on him, so he would be back to not so good condition after a day or two. Opening the jar, I tilted his head sideways, allowing the blend to pour into the jar. After getting the last drops in, using my fingers, I closed the jar.

"Sam" I called, and a paled-up version of Sam stood in front of me, this time looking straight into my eyes.

"I'll be going out for some time, but I'll be back before tomorrow." I told while putting the jar in beautifully packed box.

"He'll recover in an hour or so, but he'll be blind. So, keep an eye on him" I pointed at the almost dead Albert.

"And if he misbehaves, you know how to handle it." I said, turning back, pacing towards the lower deck. Sam seemed troubled a bit, but I knew he wouldn't disappoint me.

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"Eva! I said to take care of the things outside, when I was kicking some asses. What are you sipping that tea for?" I was in a hurry; The captain will be coming down in an hour or so. Furthermore, I wasted much time repairing and disposing of the unnecessary units. I also had to take a look at the blue family, they were going to recover in a few hours, maybe they'll be conscious much early.

I have to do all this, just because Eva hadn't done a single thing since I was out.

After I descended down the clouds, the buildings were still wrecked. I thought she was doing something else maybe, something of much importance?

But here she was sitting on a chair, drinking what seemed like green tea...lime flavor?

"Oye!, I asked you something?", she looked over at me, with a certain elegance. I raised a brow at that.

Still looking in my eyes, she raised her other hand. A thick cigar, smoldering in between those pale thin fingers, smoke rising up from the brown roll.

'What?' confused, I walked towards her. Seeing me coming close, she seemed to refuse to entertain my presence any further, as her eyes drifted away from me.

She brought the cigar in between those tender lips. Giving it a subtle smoke, her lips smoked out in my direction. Her breathing was smooth, like she was accustomed to smoking...

'Fuck! Why is that so hot? I hate smokers.....'

"What's this Eva? Since when did you like smoking cigars?", I asked with a fake disgust, sitting beside her as a chair summoned beneath me.

Giving me a glance, she puffed another one. And after a brief moment of silence, she spoke;

"Hmm.....the tea is quite good enough, and the cigar seems likeable"

" What? Likeable? I don't like the smell of smoke, so count me out. I'm not interested in joining your smoking tea party.", She chuckled at that, of course in a haughty way.

"It's not for you.", she said. "It's for the guest you've invited"