I know that slipping back into that dark character, that deadly skin will bring the love of my life home and I’ll thrive in that fucking, pitch darkness.
The sleazy dealer swings aimlessly from the chains, the rusted metal clanging together every time he throws his legs around in an attempt to free himself from his confines. It’s pretty uselesson his part considering those handcuffs are secured rather tightly around his wrists. If I’m lucky, he might snap his wrists and save me the job, but then again, where’s all the fun in that if I don’t get to be the one to do it.
I should feel bad for the torment I’m about to bring onto this guy but I just can’t seem to find that ounce of guilt inside of me. Ricky didn’t show an ounce of remorse for Ana, not even after he raped and abused her for the entirety of their relationship. Where was his fucking guilt every time he broke her down to nothing? I’ll tell you, he didn’t fucking have any and I won’t have any either.
The world will crumble to ash when it sees what I’ve become without her.
“Who the fuck are you?” The guy shouts, his voice quickly bringing me out of my hazy thoughts and I step closer to him, the gravel crunching under my heavy boots.
“You don’t need to know who we are. All I wanna know is who you work for, and you’re gonna tell me.” I say, keeping my voice even and low. The dealer looks between me and Eli, quickly beads of sweat begin to form on his brow.
“I ain’t sayin shit.” He mumbles and I can practically taste the fear that’s radiating from him. He’d rather die here than face going back to his boss with an empty sale, and it just might be his lucky day, but first I want answers.
I watch him for a moment, tracking his weaker points as Eli pulls a pair of bolt cutters out of one of the bags and hands them to me before turning back to the now wide eyed dealer. “You see, we don’t have the time for games. You’re going to give us the information we want, or Viper here will start cutting your toes off. Your choice.”
The bolt cutters are heavy in my hand and I know they’ll createsome delicious pain when they snap through bone and tissue.
“What’s your name?” I ask, knowing he’s probably not going to give it up, but still it’s worth a shot.
“Fuck you.” He spits out.
“No thanks. Eli, take his shoes off.”
“Say no more.” Eli says with a pep in his step as he strides over to the swinging dealer who begins to throw his legs around to stop Eli from grabbing a hold of his ankles but he doesn’t get far as Eli lands a low blow to his dick and balls, effectively rendering him useless for a moment. The dealer coughs and groans from the pain which gives Eli prime opportunity to slip off his shoes and socks, leaving him barefoot.
Whilst he’s still groaning in pain, I slip the end of the bolt cutters over his big toe which has him mumbling incoherent words in panic from what’s to come.
“I’m gonna ask again, what’s your name?”
“And I said, I ain’t saying shit.” He spits out.
If he wants to play it that way. That’s fine by me. I’ll enjoy the screams he’ll create when I start cutting body parts off.
Inhaling heavily through my nose, I blow out a long breath and squeeze the bolt cutters. The metal slices through crunching bone and flesh until the appendage lands heavily on the floor, immediately the guy screams as blood begins to pour from his foot.
“You.. you cut my fucking.. toe off!” He wails in shock.
I roll my eyes, already feeling bored of listening to him. “I know, and now you’re gonna tell me your name or I’ll cut another one off until all your piggies are sitting pretty at the market.”
“Alright, alright. It’s Sam.. It’s Sam. Happy now?” He pants out, his face a pale white shade from the slow blood loss, andprobably shock.
“No. I’m not happy actually. You’re fucking boss kidnapped the woman I love, and now you’re gonna tell me where he is.” I say between gritted teeth, the anger that’s been simmering in my stomach now rises to boiling point.
I watch as Eli nods to Sam’s foot again and I slip the cutter over his next toe.
Sam throws himself around in the chains, causing the handcuffs to cut into his thin flesh around his wrists creating thin rivulets of blood that begin to rain down his forearms.
“Look, wait. I.. I don’t know anything alright, I just do the deals!” The words fall out of Sam’s mouth like vomit but I’m done listening, my patience is wearing paper thin and I cut off the next toe with zero remorse. The small stub lands next to the other severed toe and Sam screams in agony. It’s only fair to cause pain to someone who is aiding the man who’s ruining my life.
“Holy.. fuck. Please. I don’t know anything!” Sam cries out.
“I don’t believe you!” I snap before handing Eli the bolt cutter and yanking down Sam’s trousers and boxers. His flaccid cock hangs limp against his skin. I reach for the bolt cutters again and clamp them around Sam’s soon to be severed dick if he doesn’t give me what I’m asking for.
Eli stands to the side of me with his arms crossed over his chest. “God. I can’t imagine losing my dick.” I shake my head at his words and turn back to Sam who looks just about ready to throw up the entire contents of his stomach.
“The more you lie to me, the more body parts you’re going to lose and I’ll keep cutting until there’s nothing left to bury.” I tip my head to face Sam, my eyes burning into his. “Now, where the fuck is your boss?”
“I.. I can’t. He’ll kill me. I don’t know anything about this woman you’re talking about alright. I just pick up the drugs and sell them, that’s all. I swear.” Globs of spit fly out of Sam’s mouth as he word vomits all over the place, his eyes darting around the warehouse. Like he’s hiding something and I know a liar when I see one.
