Thanks, Fuuby, I'd be happy to. I hope that you don't mind me adding a bit of backstory. I'm assuming since you didn't leave bios for these characters you are okay with us inserting them into whatever dark world we need.

Selection: Tracie

The image I had hacked from from the Dragon Gang's deep-web website didn't really seem like her at all. In the shot she was half naked, grinning drunkenly and giving the mob lord (Known only as Big Guy) a lap dance.
Here in person she looked like some kind of prep-school drop out, in her short skirt and pink top.
I didn't expect to find anyone here in Big Guy's penthouse, but fortunately for me his secretary had come back in the middle of the night to do some work, so I had a stooge I could beat information out of.
I looked over at her, clearly just a kid, handcuffed to a chair, kicking and swearing under her breath. I tried to appeal to her humanity.
"Look . . ." I looked into her soft eyes, "Your boss is the bad guy. He's out there dealing drugs, breaking legs and hurting innocent people."
She didn't say anything, but she stopped kicking so I went on, "He . . . he hurt some people who were really important to me."
I waited for her expression to change, and it did, into a calloused smile, "Yeah, I bet him fucked them up good, like he's going to fuck you up!" she spat at me.
I tried to block out the images of the children I'd seen gunned down in the streets, but I couldn't repress my impulses, so I slapped her across the face.
She looked so shocked at first, like she literally couldn't believe someone would strike her in the body. I could see that she was holding back tears as she barked, "Fuck you!"
I wanted to strangle her to death then and there. It wouldn't have been wrong. I'd have been doing the world a favor, but I decided to contain myself. "Look, if you just give me the code go the safe I can leave and we can all go back to our lives."
"You can go back to sucking my ass." she was trying so hard to be brave but she was just being manic.
"Alright, then it looks like I'm going to have to her you." her face fell as my shadow fell over her, but she gathered herself and spat at me again. I don't think she knew how far I was willing to go.

The first thing I did was gag that worthless mouth of hers. Then I pulled her skirts down. She kept kicking so I cuffed her legs together at the ankles, then I took out my cigarette lighter and brought the flame over to her panties (pink, printed with care-bears on them) I let the open flame hover over her hooch. She squealed and struggled. This was a relatively soft form of torture, but she seemed to have a low pain tolerance, so I kept it up for about three minutes, watching her eyes water and dilate.

I ripped the gag off next, to see if she would start talking. She had to catch her breath, and I gave her a minute, but after that she was right back to her snark, "I bet you've never even killed anyone you pussy fag."

Fine. It was time for the next level of torture. I'd done hot, now it was time for cold. I started by pouring a glass of eye water down her throat and watching her cough and gag. The water she spit up spilled down her shirt and showed the outline of her black pushup bra.
Next I dragged her by her handcuffs into the kitchen. Big Guy had a virtual restaurant in his skyscraper penthouse, complete with a huge meat freezer.
I pinned her down on the kitchen table and slowly undressed her, like a waiter lifting the lids off dishes. First I pulled off her shoes and socks, showing her big feet with there gross uncut toenails, then I took off her glasses. The whole time she was starring up dumbfounded, like a fish out of water. I went for her shirt next, pulled it up over her shoulders and tied it around her hands as an extra restraint. One of her dark breasts had escaped her bra, the nipple punched against the fabric. I groped both of them with my hands, squeezing hard and pulling them free. She inhaled deeply, clearly aroused. I tied the bra around her hands too. All that remained was the panties, which were just now starting to soak yellow. She was utterly terrified. I pulled the panties down and let them hang wet at her ankles. Yellow water continued to trickle from her (Mildly hairy) woman parts and soak her thighs. This was fine. She was about to get very wet.

I took a bucket of freezing water from the washtub and splashed it on her. She coughed and shivered, naked in the cold kitchen, but this was only the beginning.

"I'll give you one more chance." I said, my fingers absently plucking at her vaginal hair, "Tell me the code."
She gasped and stared blank eyed. I decided to take this as a refusal, so I dragged her into the meat locker and hung her handcuffs on one of the hooks. "I'll be back in a bit." I said, "Don't die too fast." I saw the utter terror in her eyes as I shut the door behind me.
Then I got a glass of wine, sat down in front of the massive plasma TV and took a nap. I woke up a half hour later, casually took a piss and came back to the meat locker.
The naked girl was shivering and screaming softly, her naked body painted with frost. Her tears were frozen, and there was a pile of shit beneath her that looked like soft serve chocolate ice-cream.
I cut her down and brought her back into the living room.
"B . . .b . . . blanket . . ." she shivered. Instead I slapped her again, curious to see if she'd shatter like an ice sculpture.
"So . . ." I gestured with my hand.
"I'll tell you . . . I'll tell you anything . . . no more."
"Oh no," I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "We aren't done yet, not by a long-shot." she froze up again.
I sat her near the fire place. She was comforted by the heat, and I watched the frost turn to water and pool between her legs and in her belly-button. She closed her eyes and moaned softly.
"Now that you are all wet," I said, grinning, "It's time for the next elements!" I produced a taser, "Lightning."
"No . . . wait . . . you fucking . . . don't." she couldn't come up with words fast enough. I drove in on her left tit first and watch it writhe and she fought and shrieked, the charge running across her wet flesh, all over.
"No! Please!" Next I fried her right tit. The nipple shook and turned crispy. She convulsed and shrieked and sobbed. I did her shoulders next, then her belly, finally I lifted it over her vag.
"Please! You can fuck me! You can keep me as a fuck slave just don't! I can't! It'll hurt! The code is . . . the code is . . ." I zapped her between the legs and she danced and spazzed and foamed at the mouth.
Once that was done I slapped her again and gave her a black eye.
"I'll give you the damn code!" she sobbed, "You can have it! I don't care! It's 3120069! Just stop!" I slapped her again, then I kissed her full on the mouth, the blushed.
"I gave you a chance before, you missed your chance."
She broke down and cried for a minute, and I let her.
"What are you going to do to me?" I loosened her restraints, but at this point she was too broken to fight back or run anyway. She collapsed to the floor, sticking her 19 year old rump up in the air. I considered penetrating it here and now, but I had a policy against sticking my dick in bitch, or dead.
"Take this," I handed her the end of a rope, "I want you to tie it to that pillar over there, and tie a knot on this end."
She climbed to her knees, "Bu . . . but why?"
"Do it or Ill snap you neck."
She nodded, climbed to her feet with some difficulty and followed my orders. I watched her, naked, afraid and wounded as she did her work. I think deep down she knew she was setting up her own execution, and that was what made it the best torture.
"It's all done," she said, quivering, "What . . . what now?"
I put the handcuffs back on her hands. She bit her lip, then I lifted the noose over her head and tied it around her neck.
I drew my gun and planted it deep in her fatty left breast, "Now, walk over to that window." she did, without word or question.
"Pose for me, pose sexy." this was a skill she was apparently familiar with. She blew a kiss with one hand, and with the other, she fingered her clit. I took a picture and posted it on her Facebook (Which was so easy to hack into. The dumb cunt used her date of birth as her password) I also PM'd it to her boyfriend.
I walked up to her slowly. We both knew what was about to happen. She stood there and hyperventilated.
"Thanks for the codes, Tracie," I said, then I thrust my foot into her belly, kicking with all my muscular force. Her dry lungs could not produce a scream, but she open her mouth wide in terror.
Thirty feet of rope rushed out the open window after her, a long fall. She hung at about floor 50, one quick jerk, one finally pathetic yelp and Tracie was dead. I was surprised to see that her head stayed attached after that hard jerk, however, her gut broke open and her intestines spilled out, along with drips of piss and shit emptying from her bowels.

I left her nude shame hanging there, paying it no more thought, I went to open the safe. Score one for the good guys.