He begins to flop about like a fish out of water, his eyes rushing to the back of his head as I keep the clamps on the battery. After a couple of seconds I pull them away and he stops flopping around, a layer of heavy sweat covers his body.
I yank the cloth out of his mouth.
“You fucking cu-” He fires out and I quickly cut him off with a quit tap of the clamps to the battery.
“Now now. Let’s not be name calling. Just tell me where the fuck you were delivering the girls, and we can end this.”
“Like I said.. before, I ain’t saying shit. Those whores are as good as dead where they were going.” He spits out with a smirk on his face and I see red. A vicious haze covers my vision at his words and I press the clamps to the battery again. Wails of agony fly through the garage as currents of high voltages fly throughout his body, frying his nervous system from the inside out. I watch as his fingers tense and crack, the veins in his neck threatening to blow from beneath his skin.
Just before he passes out, I lift the clamps off of the battery. I daren’t get to close to him just yet, no doubt there’s a fuck ton of electricity running through him. Globs of saliva begin to seep out of the corners of his mouth onto the plastic tarp as his body slumps.
I swing my steel toe cap boot back before connecting it with his face, causing his teeth to clatter across the floor like little marbles, each one bouncing before coming to a stop in random locations.
The sound of thick blood hitting the tarp fills the room alongside heavy groans from the driver who’s mouth is gapingopen, revealing small bits of broken teeth fragments that still remain lodged in his gums at the front. That’s gonna be a bitch to eat with, then again, the only thing he’ll be eating is his own insides once I’m done with him.
Coming to stand in front of him, I use the cloth to wipe over his mouth, unveiling the fucking mess of his mouth. The flesh of his lips has burst open like a ripe fruit, and where his teeth should be are blood filled holes. Fuck, my boot really did a number on him. I catch the moment he moves, his mouth poised and ready to spit at me but I grab his face in a vice hold, crushing his jaw bone in my hand.
“I wouldn’t even fucking try it. I’m losing patience now, and it’s patience that I already don’t have. Now, tell me. Where the fuck where the girls going?” I grit out, anger quickly taking over my system.
“Why the fuck do you care.. so much?” He says with slurred words. My grip tightens on his face and I can feel my jaw ticking, my mind instantly flashing to Ana and the driver sniggers in my hold.
“You’ve got a girl there haven’t you? I can see it all over your face.” I release his jaw and step back over to the table. I can’t let this fucker get to me, I refuse to give him that power.
His sadistic laugh fills the space behind me and I have to close my eyes for a moment to stop me from exploding.
“There will be nothing left of her by the time you find her, you know. Ricky is a ruthless bastard, hell, he might even be the devil himself,” he laughs again, taunting me. “You know what they do to whores in that prison?” He leaves the question hanging and I know he’s looking for a rise out of me.
“I guess not. What you’re doing to me is child’s play.. compared to what happens to them, so go ahead, do what youhave to do but just know, I’d rather die here than at the prison.”
Reality seems to slip in and out before me and I feel myself changing, like an entity has taken over me and I move on autopilot, grabbing the tire iron again and swinging it into his face. Blood splatters across my own face, hot liquid landing in my mouth with every blow. Hit after hit, his face morphs into something unrecognisable, his features askew and mangled but I don’t stop, I can’t. My hands are not my own and I keep on fucking swinging. Brain matter slops onto the tarp with a heavy smack but it does nothing to stop me, I’m too far gone. Engulfed in a raging frenzy of anger and hatred for RickyfuckingDe Rossi.
All I can see is his face plaguing my mind the more I cave in the driver’s face. It never seems to disappear the more I swing the tire iron, and a fury like I’ve never known before fills my bloodstream until it’s threatening to burst free from my veins.
With heavy, strained breaths I drop the tire iron onto the floor and grab the knife at my thigh with blooded hands before taking the sharp blade to the driver’s stomach and shoving it straight into his gut. The skin splits with ease and blood pours out like a raging river, splashing all over my bare arms, coating my skin in crimson. In and out the knife goes, puncturing his internal organs until they’re nothing but mush, and slopping onto the floor at my feet.
The violence floods out of me like a toxic poison, thick and black with every stab of the knife until there is nothing left inside of me,andthe driver. Only his heart seems to be remaining, and with my free hand I dig inside of the hole in his stomach then reach down towards his chest cavity to rip out the now dead muscle. I can imagine it beating in my hand as I tear it from his body, feeling it pulse on my skin.
Using the knife, I stab the heart to the driver’s body then stepaway from the massacre I’ve caused, something I didn’t know I was capable of.
But I’m a man in love, a man who will rip the world apart piece by piece to find the other half of my soul. Ricky might be the devil, but I’m so much fucking worse. I’m hurting and desperate, and that’s enough to send someone into a frenzy.
I drop the knife on the table and run my hands through my messy hair, coating the onyx strands in a thick layer of blood before running my hand down my face.
The sound of my phone ringing yanks me back into the present.
“Yeah?” I snap with haggard breaths.
“I’ve found the prison.”
My best friend’s words are like a brick to my head.
“Really?” I ask, refusing to grasp onto that hope.
“Yeah. Really. I know where Ana is.”
Heavy tears well in my eyes and I can feel my bottom lip trembling, threatening to give way to a heavy sob.
I’m coming for you, pretty girl.
