Slipping through the crowds, he let various threads slip away each time he verified they were not who he was looking for.
He about screamed when the last one was yet again a letdown. Fuck! So much for the easy way. Foxx sighed and moved to a position where he had a clear view of the new people coming in. Though he supposed the bouncers were all on the lookout for Rob now, so if he did show up, they would likely apprehend him first.
Foxx was moments from zoning out when threads lit up in the corner of his eye. Facing the threads, his eyes widened as he caught sight of the very man they were looking for coming out of the bathroom. Which was a great reminder that his powers did not fucking work through walls. How long had he been in there?
Foxx started to approach, but a crowd surge suddenly blocked his way. “FUCK!”
He caught sight of the back of Harlow’s head on the other side of the surge.
Foxx tapped his earpiece. “Harlow, he just came out of the bathroom! Red shirt and black trousers, with far too many dumb chains dragging them down!”
“Got it,” Harlow grunted.
He couldn’t see the violence, but boy, did he hear it. There was a thud, followed by screaming. And Harlow’s booming voice telling everyone to stay the fuck back.
Foxx smirked. “Got him!”
Harlow twirled his knife in his hand as he stood there staring at Rob Destin. The baby fat was long gone. In fact, Rob looked overly skinny now. His features were more severe, compared to the picture they had.
They had taken Rob’s shoes and shirt, and had bound his wrists and legs to the wooden hotel chair with zip ties. The chair was sitting on a large, thick tarp, and backed up against the wall to prevent him from moving too much.
Honestly, it was always interesting watching them struggle. The kid was trying with all his might to break the zip ties, but Harlow knew for a fact that him struggling was probably just making them tighter.
“Tell us what we want to know, and we won’t hurt you,” Foxx said.
The strange lilt in his partner’s voice had Harlow smirking. He could hear anticipation in the vampire’s tone. Foxx wanted Rob to say nothing. Oh, his little sadist was appearing. Which was fine with him. He would happily please those urges of Foxx's, and then benefit afterwards.
“You have five seconds to talk before I start cutting,” Harlow said with a twisted grin.
Rob stopped fighting the ties and glared at them. “Fuck you! I won’t tell you shit! You are both unworthy!” he screamed.
“Unworthy. Have to say, that’s a new one.” He snorted and slowly approached the captive. Rob started to struggle again, and tried to lean away as he got closer, but there was nowhere for him to go. “Foxx, did you know that legally we are allowed to cause permanent injuries? As long as we don’t do anything too crippling, that is. Nothing with the legs, spine, or organs. But really, that leaves so many options.”
Foxx let out a giggle and clapped his hands. “Oh, show me!”
“I always like to start with the hands.”
Without blinking, he held the man’s right hand down and stopped him from forming a fist. In a quick, well-practiced move, he sliced through the tip of Rob's right pointer finger. It wasn’t a chop. Instead, he sliced at an angle, cutting deep enough to remove the nail and reveal bone, but leaving the bottom half of the finger.
Foxx let out a delighted gasp as Rob howled in pain. The human’s struggles increased as he ranted and raged. “FUCK YOU! FUCK YOU, DEMONS! YOU WILL PAY, YOU WILL!! RETRIBUTION WILL BE OURS!”
Harlow socked him in the jaw. “That is not an answer. Let’s try again, shall we?”
Rob glared and spat at him. Harlow moved in time to avoid the bloody gob of spit hitting him.
Shaking his head, he smirked. “Maybe I should take a little piggy this time, hmmm?”
The man’s eyes widened, his toes curling up.
Harlow chuckled. “Let’s see which little piggy stays home, and which goes to the market?”
He crouched down and used his knife to cut the sock off Rob’s left foot, uncaring if he sliced into the man. And without warning, he slammed his knife through his pinky toe, completely severing the digit.
As Rob screamed bloody murder, Foxx whined. “Oh, but you didn’t say which piggy stayed home!”
Harlow chuckled. “My bad, you can pick the next one.”
The vampire let out an evil giggle and stepped beside him before crouching down. Reaching out, Foxx wiggled the toe next to the now bloody stump, causing Rob to moan in pain. “This little piggy stayed home.” He wiggled the next. “This little piggy told a lie.” He sent Harlow a heated smile as his hand slipped to the next and said huskily, “And this little piggy decided to die.”
