(If you're squeamish about torture then it'd probably best to skip this chap... You've been warned)

"Try again." ​​

Jeannie didn't know how to react, this situation was completely out of bounds of her expectations... One moment she was walking to a secluded position for some lovemaking with her lover, the next she'd been headbutted, disarmed, questioned, and shot.

It was hard for her to think rationally through the pain, anger, and sense of betrayal. But she knew she'd likely be killed if she didn't give the man what he wanted. "C-Carla, we h-had our differences! She was a r-rich city girl a-and thought she was better than the rest of us!"

Boone hadn't shot her again so she supposed it was the right answer? It seemed he wasn't done asking questions though.

"What are your thoughts on the Legion? Would you ever work with them or their traders?" the cold, remorseless voice asks.

Jeannie "T-the Legion!?" she squeaks, finally getting an idea over what this was about. "I-no! The Legion are slaving scum and I'd never wor-" *BANG!*

"AHHHHRRRRRGHH!" She screams as another bullet tears through her other foot. Tears stream from her face as she attempts to stem the blood flowing from the wound.

"Wrong. Answer." Boone growls, pulling the bolt on his hunting rifle to ready the next shot. The sound of him pulling the bolt was more intimidating than the actual gun pointed at her. "Try again."

"I DON'T LIKE THE LEGION! BUT IF I HAVE TO WORK WITH THEM THEN I WOULD!" she shouts.

Boone nods, "Last question. WHY. DID. YOU. SELL. MY. WIFE." he asks in a lifeless voice that threatened certain death.

Jeannie paled at this, he knew. He knew! She was dead, there was no way out of this! How could she have not seen this coming!? "I-I... I didn't, it was that brown boy Manny-" *BANG!*

Yet another bullet rockets through her hand, destroying all the tendons in it and rendering it useless. Of course, this was followed by another bout of screams from the woman, but no one present gave that any mind.

Boone looks at her, "TELL ME, WHY DID YOU DO IT!" he shouts, his hands trembling as he tries to restrain himself from blowing the bitches head off.

"That little whore deserved it! She wasn't like the rest of us, didn't have to crawl through trash to find food to eat, to scavenge to survive. To work! No! She was lucky and treated the rest of us like homeless people! Fuck you! You should've never married her, I'm glad her and her unborn spawn are sucking off some dirty Legionaries!" Jeannie exclaims, causing everyone present to almost lose their tempers.

Boone throws his rifle to the side and runs at her, punting her in the face and breaking her jaw from the powerful kick. He couldn't contain his anger at this fucking monster, she didn't know that he had to personally mercy kill his wife, and she was under the impression Carla had actually be captured. This only made it worse due to her words, she wanted his wife and child to become slaves!

"You fucking monster! You're worse than the Legion as they don't even know better!" He roars as he continues to kick her. "BUT YOU!? You consciously sold the woman I love and my child to them, knowing full well what'd become of them! YOU ARE SCUM!"

Afton and Karl sit back and watch as Boone brutally beats Jeannie, if someone had to name what was happening, they'd call it murder. Not even hardened criminals beat their enemies like this, no, this was reserved for the worst of the worst. People who deserved to receive everything they dealt upon their victims.

Afton walks up and pats Boone on the shoulder, almost causing the man to punch him in response. The blow as easily dodged and the man managed to restrain himself from unleashing anymore. His fists were bruised and bloody, some from punching shattered bone but most of it from Jeannie. "If you continue she'll die. I'm sure there's still a lot more we can do to punish her." he states, remembering the Perk he'd earned a while ago called [Torture Techniques].

Boone nods, his breaths heavy after the beatdown he'd just delivered. Jeannie was lying in a heap, her body almost completely bruised and bloody due to the punishment she'd received. She was far from dead though, Boone had somehow managed to avoid dealing any fatal wounds to her during his frenzied assault.

"You might not know this Boone, but I'm something of a scientist myself." Afton says with a menacing grin.

Afton proceeded to teach Boone how to pull teeth, peel skin, remove finger and toenails. stuff wounds with sand to prevent further bleeding. Etc.

The one he was most proud of was a technique he'd just come up with. Afton had wondered if there was a team-work based torture technique they could do... Youknow, to help the team increase their teamwork, or something like that.

Afton had ended up tying tight ropes around Jeannie's arms and legs to cut off the blood flow and proceeding to cut into her thighs and bicep's flesh. Breaking the bone's to makesure they wouldn't impede what they were going to attempt.

Afterwards he'd tied rope around the woman's wrists and told Boone to hold one end while he held the other... They were going to play tug of war and whoever tore a limb off first won... Like a Christmas cracker!

[Scare a humanoid shitless. 5/50]

"ARRRRGHHHHHHhhhh-" Jeannie roars in agony as her arm is torn apart. Minimal blood comes from the wound due to the rope cutting off the blood flow, but she felt that her heart was about to explode...

Afton jabs her with some Med X to prevent her going into shock before continuing the game of tug of war on her legs.

The sky dimmed as Boone continued performing whatever torture he could think of on the woman. By the time morning came around she was unresponsive with a weak pulse... He sighs and puts pullet through her heart, finally killing her...

Afton walks up and nails the Bill of Sale to her head with some plastic to protect it from being soaked in blood. If anyone found Jeannie's corpse then the note would give a good reason as to why she was here. Not that the amount of torture they'd subjected to her was justified... The whole area was covered in blood, and discarded flesh that belonged to Jeannie.

"I think it's time to get back to Novac... Ah, Boone, you don't have to give me an answer any time soon. Me and Karl will be around for a week or two longer, so, take your time." he says as he begins walking back, not bothering to take note of the peculiar looks Karl was giving him. The man had never seen him torture someone before so it must've been a surprise to see how good he was at it.