Kinzer could see the obvious issues with his logic. “Whatever. Why else would I have done it?”
Hayde’s soft eyes, appearing so vulnerable, so distant from the guarded Hayde he’d initially met, suggested that he understood the real motive.How could he, though? If their situations were reversed, there was no way in Hell he could have believed that the fallen that had ripped his fucking face apart was doing something to help him. It had to have been a trick.
He started toward the door.
“Bet you fucking killed my contact, too. How convenient.”
He opened the door to the next room.
Fehrin lay across the floor, his wrists and ankles bound in chains, duct tape covering his mouth.
Kinzer turned to Hayde, his mouth hanging open.
Hayde smirked, apparently proud of himself for bewildering Kinzer.
***
“Fuck you!” Fehrin exclaimed.
His biceps jiggled as he shook about in a stock, which Hayde and Kinzer had eagerly locked him into. Blood and sweat rushed down his jaw.
Kinzer slid his sword, which he’d retrieved from the car, under the stock and grazed it between Fehrin’s scrotum and thigh.
“You already lost part of your dick… you really want to lose more?”
Fehrin snarled.
“I’m a higherling, you nasty pieces of shit. Who the fuck do you think you are to come in here and fuck with me? I am a god next to you.”
“A lot of good that does you now,” Kinzer said.
“Hayde… you picked the wrong side. Don’t make such a stupid mistake. You think I’m not gonna tell Janka and everyone else what you’ve fucking done the moment I get out of this? Huh? They’ll tear you the fuck apart.”
Kinzer eyed Hayde. It was a reasonable concern for Hayde to have. Would he turn on him just to keep from getting ratted out?
Hayde stepped forward and punched Fehrin across the face. As Fehrin recovered from the blow, Hayde hit him again.
“I think you know what that’s for,” Hayde said.
“Now,” Kinzer added, “you can sit here acting all proud and conceited, but considering what you did to us, I’m hoping you understand that I’m not gonna be even remotely lenient if you don’t tell us exactly what we need to know.”
“What is it you think I know?” Fehrin asked. “Where Veylo is? Really? You think Veylo lets me near him? Shit no. I’m just a drop-point. They run supplies through the church. He drops off and picks up. That’s it.”
“I don’t think threatening his cock is working very well,” Hayde said. He reached out for Kinzer’s sword. Kinzer hesitated, but since Hayde had the opportunity to kill him already and hadn’t, he went along with it.
Hayde walked around the stock, behind Fehrin. He positioned the sword so the tip rested against Fehrin’s hole. The look in Hayde’s eyes was filled with rage… it was vengeful. He slid the tip inside.
Fehrin ground his teeth as his ass cheeks trembled like Hayde’s had when he’d been readying himself for Fehrin’s entry.
“I’m going to give you five seconds,” Hayde said. “I don’t have any more patience than that. And if you don’t tell us where Veylo is, I’m gonna fuck you with this. I’m gonna fuck you like the bitch you are. Like you’ve fucked flits… like you’ve fucked mortal kids. You’re gonna feel what we’ve all felt. You’re gonna know what it’s like to not be able to take any more.”
Sweat rushed down Fehrin’s face. His nostrils flared as his eyes scanned the room, seeming to consider the horror that Hayde was promising to enact upon him.
“One…”
Kinzer gazed at Hayde.
Was he really going to do it? That seemed like such a severe punishment. Pain was one thing. Rape was another. However, considering Hayde’s past with this higherling, Kinzer felt it was his right to choose how he suffered.
