I reach over and grab the pipe. Then I hold it and swing for his ribs.
In the back of my mind, I know someone else has joined, but I’m drowning in anger. I don’t know who it is until they speak.
“How long has he been here?” I hear my father ask.
“Almost two hours,” Lev answers.
I should’ve known there was no way my kidnapper would be brought in and he not hear about it. But he’s not my focus. My resentment towards him feeds my monster’s need for more.
My arm rotates to swing when a hand shoots out and clasps my shoulder.
“Wait, let’s see if he’s willing to talk yet,” Lev suggests, causing me to glare in his direction.
I fucking hate it when he’s the voice of reason.
Pulling out of his grip, I mumble, “Fine.”
Lev walks to the table and grabs the salt. An evil grin grows on his face as he pours a handful into his palm.
“I said question him, not a give him a break— I’m not a fucking saint,” he jokes, walking over to Aleksi and slapping his hand into an open wound on his back.
I watch in satisfaction as Aleksi thrashes against his restraints.
“Where is she?” I yell, but Aleksi doesn’t answer.
Lev pours another handful of salt into his hand. This time he rubs it into the chunk missing from his side.
“Where the fuck is Madeline?” Lev snaps. “I know she hired you and your brother to take us that day. So, let’s cut the bullshit runaround.”
Aleksi curses in Russian before responding in English, “I won’t tell you little shits anything. You’re nothing compared to the wrath of those fucking women.”
To my shock, I watch as my dad grabs the knife from the table and shoves the blade between Aleksi’s ribs. “There won’t be anything left of you to be afraid. So answer the fucking question and pray to whatever higher power because it’s the Fraternitas you’re dealing with and notthose women.”
My father steps back. I take that as my cue and swing with such force that I hear it when the bones in his ribs snap.
“Shit! Make him stop,” Aleksi begs between ragged breaths.
Lev snatches the hammer and slams it against his bound wrist. “Fuck your pleas. Answer the goddamn question,” he snarls, then spits in Aleksi’s face.
“Please,” the bitch cries again.
“Answer the fucking question,” I command.
Aleksi grunts and Lev holds up his hand, signaling me to hold.
“Okay. Okay, I’ll tell you,” he begins, and we wait. “Where I’m going to shove my dick once I get my hands on that stupid Bradford bitch. I’ve seen pictures of her. That fat ass of hers will look good stuffed with my cock. Just like yours did. How does it feel to fuck both mother and daughter?” He laughs.
Gasps sound, but I’m too fucking stunned to speak. Elena is Elise? My brain is trying to compute his last words. I never saw the woman’s face. I can barely remember her voice.
I turn to stone. Hearing the recounting of everything that happened and the shock of who Elena is was enough to make me see red, but the mention of Ariah—I black out.
Lunging forward, I kneel on the ground, pull my arm back, and shove the metal pipe up his ass at full force.
Aleksi’s screams make me groan, and bile fills my throat, but I don’t stop. Instead, I impale Aleksi repeatedly with the pipe, driving it violently in and out of his ass.
“How does it feel now fucker? Nice and open for me, aren’t you? You like feeling my big metal pipe ripping you open,” I choke out. Visions of me being sodomized loop. “Y-y-you like that, d-don’t you?” I mumble aloud, mimicking their words to me as I pump my arm up and down, and push the pipe in and out.
Aleksi’s screams reverberate off the walls. He begs for mercy— promises to tell us all we want to know, but the time for talking is over. He foolishly hit a tripwire he didn’t realize had more dire consequences than taunting me with what they did.
