“Do you know why you are here?” I ask, and she shakes her head. Then I look at Mila and she does the same.
“Interesting.” Casp smirks, as he takes out his knife, twirling it in his hand, then brings it to Mila’s throat.
“I think you both are lying. Funny how on the same night, you both were in bed with my brothers, so to speak,” I accuse, and Violet shakes her head.
“Well, this one decided it would be a great idea to drug Harley and cry rape,” Casp says sinisterly as he drags the knife down her chest. Her pale skin splits like butter and blood drips down and around her small tits. She screams as Violet thrashes against the chains with tears pouring down her face while continuing to shake her head.
“Liars!” I spit.
“No! Y-you don’t understand. T-hey they…” Violet trails off.
“Vi, don’t!” Mila spits,
“No, go ahead, Violet. Do tell. I bet we already know the answers. We just need to hear you say the word,” I growl, walking over to the wood table.
“P-please, don’t hurt us. We were only following orders,” Violet sings. I pick up the metal poker and the propane tank, switching it on as the blue flames come to life. I lick my lips, loving the way the heat glows a gorgeous orange at the tip. Shutting the tank off, I place it down. Mila’s screams are like music to my soul, but Violet's begging brings peace to it.
Taking the poker, I sink it into her shoulder. She screams bloody murder as I drag it down her chest, over her breast, and down to her stomach. I watch as her skin melts, and wrinkle my nose at the smell of her burning flesh. I tilt my head, engrossed by the beauty of flesh and molted skin as my phone keeps buzzing in my pocket.
“Casp, your phone keep going off?” I ask, and he grunts. Who the hell could be calling us? The buzzing is taking me out of this glorious moment, further pissing me off.
“Come on, Violet. Tell me who put you both up to this!” I growl, losing my patience. This god damn phone won’t stop.
“Vi, you can’t. They will kill us,” she screams, and I laugh.
“Not if we do first. Might as well help us out!” I say as Casp takes out his grenade, causing me to roll my eyes.
“Tell me now, Mila. I’ll even sweeten the deal,” he tells her, and the way her eyes light up makes me chuckle. This should be interesting.
“Oh, oh I wanna know. Come on, Mila. Take the bait,” I taunt as my fucking phone buzzes again.
“If you tell me what I want to know, I not only will set you free, but I will tell you where Amber is.” He smirks, moving the knife away from her body. I set my poker down and take out a joint as both girls thrash against their chains. Violet looks like she's seconds away from passing out. Saliva drips from her lips and sweat pours down her burned flesh.
“I-I can’t. They will kill me,” she spittles as Caspian spreads her legs, taking the grenade and shoving it up her rancid cunt upside down.
“Wanna run that back, Mila. All I have to do is pull this little pin and boom. You’re dead. Your parents will have lost both of their daughters with not a single trace in sight. Do you want that for them?” he taunts, tilting his head at her as the buzzing in my pocket takes me out of the moment, yet again. I grit my teeth, reaching in my pocket for the goddamn phone.
“It-it was the Radleys. They made us do it!” she yells, and a smile creeps across my face as I answer the phone.
“WHAT?” I growl.
“Rick, I-I need help. I- I fucked up,” Braxton rambles.
“Brax, what’s wrong? What happened?” I ask, but there’s so much shuffling in the background as he answers, I can't make out what he’s saying.
“Come- to- shop,” he says in and out of the connection. “Hurry!” he yells, and the line goes dead. I look over at Caspian who's looking at me.
“We gotta go. Braxton is in trouble,” I say in a panic stricken tone.
“Bet. You go first,” he tells me as I leave the room in a hurry. “Go, go go!” he yells, which has me moving my ass faster up the stairs and out of the house. The ground rumbles beneath our feet, and I yell, “Earthquake!” and everyone scrambles. I laugh as we run to our cars with Casp on my tail.
“I’ll leave my truck here. We need an alibi anyways,” he says, and I nod, getting into the driver's seat of mine and bringing her to life.
“Any clue as to what trouble Brax could be in?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“If he’s using as heavily as I think he is, it could be fucking anything. Let’s just hope he didn’t kill someone again,” he responds, and my head whips to his direction.
“What do you mean again?” I ask, shifting into gear and spinning out of the driveway.
