She nodded, but rather than setting the needle-nose pliers down, she lifted them up and slammed them straight into his thigh.
He cried out, and I found myself glancing towards the door as Lucy lunged at him, barking and snarling, but never getting within a foot of him. Not unless I ordered it.
“The house has been sound-proofed,” Everett told me, pulling my attention back. “You looked at a few places, this was the one you’d most likely choose, so we took the time to sound-proof it before you moved in.”
My brows furrowed. “How did you have the time?”
“We have people,” he answered as Evelyn walked back in with a bottle of my expensive scotch. “Why did you think the house smelled so unlived in?”
I pressed my lips into a thin line, but didn’t say anything. Dick move, but I appreciated it.
Evelyn handed the bottle and washcloth to Everett before stepping back, allowing me full view of what was about to happen. He popped the cork and, after a moment ofconsideration, he shoved it deep into the bullet wound in his left hand.
Since the cork was wider than the hole, it took some effort to shove it all the way through, and the guy was doing his best to hold back the screams while Lucy continued to threaten him, but the tears were clear.
Even grown men could be pushed to the point of tears if one were creative enough.
When the cork got caught up on something, bone I assume, Everett picked up the hammer and gave it one goodwhack!
The man cried out, fighting against the restraints only for Evelyn to grab his face and force it back. Everett exchanged the hammer for the rag and walked up behind him, meticulously putting the cloth over his nose and mouth.
My heart thudded painfully as Evelyn took the edges of the cloth and pinned it to his face, keeping his head tilted back at a near painful angle.
Everett tipped the bottle, soaking the cloth, and the man started gargling and coughing, fighting against the restraints, Lucy constantly snarling.
He poured and poured and poured until the bottle was half empty. Finally, he jerked the cloth off, and Evelyn stepped back, the man coughing and hacking, gasping for air he didn’t have a second before as the sputters of alcohol burst from his face, making the room smell like a bar fight.
I found myself sitting up, wincing at the pain in my body, but hardly feeling it at all at the same time.
They gave him all of ten seconds before they did it again, emptying the bottle over that rag, forcing him to feel like he was drowning, the sounds mixing with Lucy’s snarling.
I had done my fair share of research when it came to different kinds of torture, different ways to kill people. I had spent years studying serial killers in order to write accurate books.Waterboarding, while already incredibly painful, had to be so much worse with alcohol. I couldn’t even imagine what that felt like.
But he deserved it.
When the bottle was empty, Evelyn ripped the cloth away while Everett shattered the bottle on the back of his chair and slammed the broken end of it straight into his shoulder, not giving the man even a second to consider giving them what they wanted.
He cried out, blood spilling from his shoulder, my cunt throbbing as I watched Everett step in front of him and grab his face, jerking the pliers out only to shove them into his arm. He fisted his hand and slammed it into the man’s face, the sound warming my skin. Shattering bones and splattering blood.
He hit him again, my breathing picking up.
And again.
Fuck, the pure power behind his swings, the way his body moved, the way his knuckles cracked against the man’s skull.
“Everett,” Evelyn warned.
Everett stopped, his breathing slightly labored, the man rasping, blood dripping from multiple places. It looked like Everett had broken his nose, his cheekbone, a few teeth possibly.
His own knuckles were bloody, the anger rolling off of him in waves. “Your loyalty is misguided,” Everett told him, turning to the tray Evelyn had put on the coffee table.
“I could say the same of yours,” the man finally said, his voice thick with blood, the Russian accent clear. His eyes found mine. “You should have done your research before letting them fuck you like a whore.”
I hardened my eyes. “I gave my soul willingly. My eyes were as clear as my mind.”
“Then you are just as dumb as they are,” he spat as Everett stepped up behind him again, spoon in his hand.
His eyes found mine and, without letting another second pass, he wrapped a hand around the man’s throat and pinned him to his chest.
