Fluffy City 3: Crimson Marauder

>You are 'Death Starved', a high ranking member of an infamous gclan residing in Fluffy City; The Crimson Marauders
>Your gang wasn't very well known until the city named you the Crimson Marauders for the color of your clan's garbs
>Before you were just a bunch of modern barbarians, savages, and killers, but now you have a true purpose, an it makes the people and the law lay off your balls
>You have breathing room now, and your clan's hideout doesn't get hit anymore, and you've been able to permanently settle down there
>You wear all leather, coated with a thick fluffy fur lining, all of it has been dyed red with fluffy blood, hence your clan's name
>You were returning home from the local grocery store to pick up some food with some well earned cash
>The Great Elder had set up a fantastic deal with the mayor; The Crimson Marauders whither the fluffy population, and the mayor supplies your kin with a big case of cash
>Your clan hates fluffies, hates them terribly, killing them is like a sport to your people
>You pluck them off the streets, bring them back home, and give them the horror show of their lives
>And those are the lucky ones, the fluffies who are a part of the show experience the worst pain anyone could imagine
>Your home is constantly filled with the screams and cries of little fluffies being tortured on the blood floor, and your people get off to it
>Their screams of pain and anguish fill you with strength and courage. Your people have never felt stronger in their entire lives
>Much like the Pastel Hobos, your home is on the sight of a building implosion, though this one a hospital
>You didn't build a shanty town, you didn't start a tent city
>No. You just set up in the underground parking garage
>5 massive floors for your people to make great use of
>The first floor down is the lounge, where your people go to chat, fight, train, and the works
>The second floor down is the Blood Floor, it's where fluffies are sent to be tortured, terrorized and killed
>The third floor down is the barracks where your people go to sleep, clean, and store their possessions
>The fourth floor down isn't really used for anything, and contains a few abandoned old cars
>While the fifth floor down belongs entirely to the Great Elder
>Not much is known about the Great Elder; those who see him are not to speak of his appearance, or share any wisdom they were specifically told not to
>He is a mysterious man, but he has provided your clan with wisdom, food, and money for years, so you do not doubt him in the least
>You say goodbye to your kinsmen as they go to store the food and share some with the young, you're headed right for the blood floor, for some good old fashioned fun
>"Wah! Wan' out scawy pwace!" "P-Pwease make h-huwty stop... Fwuffy huwt s-s-so muuuch..." "Fwuffy no wan' dis no mo'... Why do dis?" "Fwu-... Fwu... Fwuuuuaahh..." tons of fluffies moaning, crying, and sobbing on the blood floor
>Fluffies have been shaved and impaled in such a way where they don't die instantly, and are being twirled over a fire, so that they very very slowly over heat and die
>A few of your brothers were at the slaughter table having their own personal fun "NU NUU NUUU!" a little green fluffy screams as his eyes are scooped out with a rusty spoon "WHY DAWK! NO MO' HUWTIES! WET FWUFFY OUT!" it screams
>The other fluffy's fur had been torn off, and was slowly being sliced up by a dull knife, like a turkey on thanksgiving
>Oh, this was one of your favorites; the clothesline
>Fluffies sobbing, pooping, peeing, and crying for their mothers "FIWWY OWIES! WHY NO SAVE MOMMA?!
>The young fillies and colts had their flesh pierced, and hung from a line strung across two support beams "WET FWUFFY DOWN! BIG OWIES! NEED HUGGIES! BIG OUCHIES NO STOP! WHY NO STOP?!"
>Above them was their mothers, hung by their tails, forced to watch their children suffer, eventually die, and be torn violently from the line, and tossed into the grinder "NUU! BABEHS! MOMMA NO CAN WEACH! PWEASE COME TO MAMA!" "SO HIGH! WET FWUFFY DOWN! SCAWED! WAN' BABIES!"
>You approach the fluffy cages, and open the door, grabbing a sobbing grey fluffy by it's head "Good news little rat. You get to leave this horrible place." you say as you approach the slaughter table next to your two brothers, who offer you a nod in greetings
>"Fwuffy no wan' go wivout wifeh..." He cries before you slam her onto the table with an "Ouchies! No huwt!"
>"Your wife will never leave. She will die here like the rest." you inform her
>"Wha?! Wet wifey go! Why do dis to fwuffies?! What fwuffies evuh do?!" she shouts back
>Without answering you punch her square in the face, breaking her nose, she cries out in pain "WHY HIT FWUFFY FACE? WHY NO BWING OUT OF BAD PWACE?" he asks, holding his nose, trying to stop the pain
>"Oh no no. No holding your face" you say, shaking your finger before reaching over and grabbing each of his little marshmallow legs in each hand, putting your foot up on the table, and kicking your boot into his head, you rip off both of his legs at once with ease
>"NUUU! BIG BIG OWIES! GIF FWUFFY WEGGIES BACK!" it cries out as it begins bleeding all over the table
>Reaching over to one of the tools, you grab a small welding tool, it's been modified to keep the trigger held down as long as you need it
>Placing it next to the sobbing fluffy, you grab his neck, he's still sobbing in pain over his legs, his eyes squinting tight
>You pinch his eyelid, and carefully rip it off "OWIES! WHAT DOING TO FWUFFY?! WHY MAKE BIG OWIES!? T'OUGH WEAVING?" it shouts, again pondering your offer to let it go
>You rip off his other eyelid and grin own at him, he can't close his eyes anymore
>Turning the flame on your welding tool and bring it to his left eye, sticking the flame directly to his pupil
>"NO BWUE FWAME ON FWUFFY EYE?! WHY MAKE DAWK! PWEASE STOP! FWUFFY GIVE ANYT'ING SCAWY MUNSTAH WANT! NO MO' HUWTIES! P'EASE!!!" it shrieks in terror
>Pulling the flame back you punch him square in his burn eye, causing him to flop across the table
>You grab him by the tail and pull him back to arm's length
>While grasping the tail, you clutch his fluff and tear his tail off
>He is just screaming in absolute pain now, but it only gets worse when you lay him on his back and shove the flame up it's ass and turning up the power
>"POOPIE PWACE BUWNY HUWT! PWEASE HEWP FWUFFY! NO WAN' HUWTIES!" it manages to get out
>You now grab the fluff around his crotch and tear it off without remorse, exposing his penis and his testicles
>"WHA?! WHA' DOING WIF NAUGHTY PWACE?! NO TOUCH!" it begs, but you don't listen
>You grab his tiny balls and squeeze, crushing them in your grip "AAAAAUUUGWLBGLG" he screams before vomiting blood on the table
>You let the flame stay in his butthole for a while, until his screaming becomes quiet gargling
>Taking the flame out you cauterize his bleeding stumps and pick him up by the head again
>"By the Elder, Death Starved. You make the Marauders proud with such technique!" one of your brothers commends you as you head towards the path up
>Your family in the lounge smiles at you as you bring the gargling broken fluffy through, taking him up to the top floor
>Up to the cold surface, you look the fluffy in the eye "Here you go! You're free!" you say with an evil grin before dropping the fluffy and punting him into a snow bank, no doubt breaking a few ribs with the kick
>He sobs and groans in the snow bank, he'd freeze to death, cold and alone in absolute pain
>You head back inside, to greet your mate and child now that your blood lust has been somewhat sated