There is no need to take a chance and have Wraith relive the torment he suffered.
I press my index finger to Sundown’s forehead. Look him right in his terrified blue eyes. “When you betrayed Kerri, you betrayed me.” I jab the needle in the side of his neck and press my thumb on the plunger, shooting the drug into him. “And let’s be honest, Sundown, you knew I’d be collateral damage.”
“Havoc, please…” Sundown hisses in a breath, his body shaking as ket—what Ketaphrin is called on the street—slithers through his veins.
I remove the syringe and toss it on the floor. “Thing about ket is that the first time it hits you, it feels fucking golden.” I whisper in his ear, “But only for the first few seconds.”
I step back and watch Sundown’s eyes roll back in their sockets. His face flushes, the pleasure so overwhelming he’s drooling. He pops a hard-on, a moan escaping his lips. His head drops forward, and he grinds his ass on the chair, jerking his hips as he draws in long, steady breaths until…
There it is.
Right there.
Rightfuckingthere.
Sundown’s head snaps up, and his eyes open so wide they look like they’re trying to run from the pain. “Oh, myGod.”
Sundown’s roar of agony rips through the mill. I inhale deeply, relishing his suffering as the liquid synthetic pain electrifies his nerves.
It’s spectacular, and when Jester sidles up beside me, he nudges me with his shoulder. “You cool?”
“Hell yeah.” I smirk at Sundown, watching him struggle against the duct tape. The veins in his neck bulge, damn near tearing through his skin. I relish every scream that rattles these aging walls and echoes across the night like a symphony. “Ready to begin?”
“Fucking A, I am.” He claps his hands and rubs them together with the excitement of a kid in a candy store. “What game are we playing first?”
Gotta love Jester’s style. He’s a one-man carnival ride. Never one that’s safe to be around, but fun while it’s happening, and relieved you’re not missing a limb when it’s over. If, of course, you’re one of the lucky ones who didn’t lose an appendage.
Fun for us.
Won’t be fun for Sundown.
Bitch should’ve stayed loyal. Now, he gets to die crying and pissing in his pants. Literally. He pees all over himself. Wraith mentioned ket loosens the bladder. Hopefully, it doesn’t loosen the rectum as well.
“Made a mess, huh?” I stroll to the rolling toolbox and pick through our collection, walking my gloved fingers over each instrument. We keep many of these, as we’ve found they work best. They’re durable and have multiple drawers. They’re also mobile and easy to wipe clean. Gotta love the convenience. And while I’m searching for a new way to hurt this prick, Sundown doesn’t answer. He’s too busy sobbing like a little girl. I continue, “Remember when Wraith told us ket makes it feel like the flesh is peeling off your bones? That true?”
Sundown is trembling so badly the chair itself, although bolted to the floor, is vibrating against the concrete. If he doesn’t unclench that jaw, his teeth will break before I get the chance to pull them out. “I’m sorry. Oh, God, Havoc. So fucking sorry.”
I grab pliers because I guess I have to start there. I use the tool to point at Sundown. “See, here’s the thing about scumbags like you.” I walk back to him and get all up in his face. “You’re only sorry because you got caught.” Then to Jester, “Dentist. We’re playing dentist first.”
Jester moves to stand behind Sundown and grabs his head with his gloved hands to hold it steady. “One of my favorite games.” He leans in and says, “Feel free to shit yourself at any time.”
“Don’t. Please. Havoc, please don’t do this.” Sundown struggles against the duct tape. Desperate to rip himself off the chair. I almost want to applaud his useless efforts. If I weren’t eager to make the bastard suffer, I’d let him tire himself out, but nah. I want the ket fresh in his veins to keep his agony at its peak. “Just kill me, man. Please.”
“Oh, hell no.” I wave the pliers in his face. “When we bled you into the Unholy, you swore your allegiance to us. Youswore, Sundown. But you betrayed the Unholy. You betrayedme. You broke your oath, and now I’m going to break you, one piece at a fucking time.”
Jester knows the routine. We’ve played this game before. He gets a tight hold on Sundown’s head as I force open his jaw. At least he’s smart enough to know that Jester will pry it open in avery…uncomfortable…manner if he tries to keep his mouth closed. I get a firm grip on a front tooth.
“Plus,” I add. “I never liked you.”
Then I yank.
Hard.
Hard enough to tug it out in one swift pull. Sundown chokes on a scream. Jester lets him go. Sundown’s head flops forward, blood seeping from his mouth as he twitches and hiccups on a sob.
Jester grabs a handful of his hair and jerks his head back, his sadistic, playful demeanor gone. In its place is a sinister seriousness I rarely see. “We trusted you. Any of us would have died for you. And you sold your loyalty the first chance you got.” He releases his hair with a shove, then says to me, “Rip out another one.”
“Do you have a preference?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
