“You won’t get away with this. This place is crawling with guards and cameras.”
“Typically, you would be right, but what you fail to realize is that we own the jail, and you are mine to do with as I please. Did you not wonder why you are here and not in the general population?”
Rage takes over his face, and like a dumbass, he lunges for me. I step to the side, tripping him, and he bangs his forehead into the bars of the cell.
I tsk my tongue. “Clumsy one, aren’t you?”
No. He thought he was getting special treatment because of who he is and who his daddy is. Not in my town.
He scrambles to his feet, but before he can get up any further than his knees, I kick him square in the face, making him fall back again.
Cupping his face, he groans, but otherwise he doesn’t move. I grab the sheet from his bed and, with the help of the knife, I tear it in half. Quickly, I stow the knife and tie Evan’s hands up to the crossbar.
When he starts to come back to it, he tries to scramble, only to realize he can’t go anywhere.
“What the fuck! Seriously? You’re going to tie me up? Afraid to fight me like a man?” he taunts, making me laugh.
“Evan, the only man in this room is me. Haven’t you figured that out already?”
“Help! Someone help me!” he screams.
I sigh, shaking my head. “Evan, you should know better than to scream.”
Reaching for my belt, I grab the stun gun I borrowed. I stun him right in the chest, making him tense. As he pisses himself, I trade the stun gun for the knife and step forward, kneeling between his spread legs. Wrenching his mouth open, I grab onto his tongue.
“Any last words?” I ask.
Evan mumbles, but it’s incoherent with his tongue hanging out. With no hesitation, I slice his tongue clean off. Evan cries, eyes wide.
“Did that hurt, or are you being a little bitch? My guess is a little bitch.”
He mumbles, making me shake my head.
“Haven’t you learned you should stay silent? Here, how about a gag?”
I force his jaw open and shove his tongue back into his mouth, making him choke on it.
“No spitting, Evan. Take it like a man,” I taunt as tears track down his face.
I stand and look down at him. Some fucked up part of me wants him to feel the level of fear that Jane felt every time he loomed over her and she knew that he was about to hurt her.
“You know, Evan, I thought about taking it easy on you. Making your death a quick one, but then I saw your face.” I shake my head. “I thought about all the times you hurt my girl,and I remembered, you don’t deserve an easy death. No, I want you begging for the reaper to take you by the time I’m done with you. I want you to know the kind of pain that will follow you into the afterlife. Then it hit me. I should inflict the kind of injuries on you that you did to my girl.”
Evan’s face grows pale as I crouch and begin cutting his clothes off him. When I’m done, I pocket the knife and stand again.
“Ready?”
Evan shakes his head, but I don’t stop. Evan jerks his head to the side, right as my foot comes level for his face, and I kick him in the clavicle. I can feel the bone give way under my boot. Reaching down, I grab his leg and stretch him as far as I can. I wedge his foot between the bars on his bed, elevating his leg.
I’ll give him credit. He tries to fight it, but there’s nowhere for him to go. Raising my foot, I bring it down, right on his leg, snapping it. Even with his tongue shoved in his mouth, he cries out.
“Such a little bitch, Evan. What? You can’t handle a little pain?” I sneer.
Evan passes out from the pain, making me sigh.
Son of a bitch.
It’s not fun when they aren’t present for their torture. Even I know that when it’s not my thing. While I wait for him to come back to, I remove his foot from the bars and prepare him for what’s next. Cringing, I crouch next to him as I stare at his flaccid cock. The last thing I want to do is touch it, but I will.
