He smiles and nods, quickly moving over to the table and grabbing another scalpel. I’ve already chosen which tattoo I'm going to start with, but I wait until Wrath has made his decision. This will be a lot more fun if we're doing it together.
Once Wrath has picked the tattoo he’s starting with, we both place our blades on the skin, adding just enough pressure to break it. I angle my blade and begin the process of removing the tattoo.
"You want to angle the blade slightly, enough pressure to break the skin, then you need to slide the scalpel underneath and slice off the top layers where the ink sits," I tell Wrath.
"Okay," he responds, concentrating fully on what he's doing. I get back to my tattoo, I don't want to distract him too much.
***
Three hours, that’s how long we've been down here. Snake has no more tattoos left on his body, we've removed each one and then poured vodka on each of the wounds. When he thought we were about to give up, we ripped every nail from each of his fingers and then we broke each one of his fingers.
That wasn't enough though, the more we hurt Snake the more he cried, and the more he cried, the angrier Wrath got. He cut off several fingers, once again set fire to Snake’s legs and then each arm. There wasn't much left of Snake, and he didn't have long left, but Wrath still wasn't done. I took a step back to let him work out his shit.
His rage took over, he pushed large needles through each of Snake’s balls, then pushed one through the tip of his dick. Even I shuddered at that point, but Wrath just kept going. He cut off both of Snake’s ears, cut out one of his eyes, stabbed him more than forty times, before cutting out his tongue and then piercing his heart with his knife. As the life finally drained from Snake, I watched my brother and friend drop to his knees and let the tears fall, tears of relief forthe woman he loves. Knowing that she's now free from the physical fears that have haunted her since she was taken.
Chapter Thirty-One
I lay in bed awake for thirty minutes before I finally decided to get up. I really wanted to see Mason, I feel like I haven't spent any time with him for the last couple of days, and I miss him.
It's early, but the clubhouse is already busy, with brothers and club girls milling around. Mason is sat next to me, ignoring me, drawing as usual, and I'm trying to get him to engage in conversation, which he really isn't interested in.
I wrap my hands around the hot cup of tea, as Candy asks me what I want for breakfast. I've already told her that I wasn't hungry, but she keeps telling me that I need to eat.
"Candy, will you stop mothering her? The girl already said she wasn't hungry," Georgia-Rae, one of the girls, calls across the table. Georgia isn't a club girl, she is Ice’s little sister. I don’t know much about him, but I do know that his dad is a member who doesn’t really come around much. I don’t think that Georgia lives here, but she is here a lot.
It's so hard to keep track of everyone and trying to tell them all apart, but Candy explained that club girls are easy to spot, they are usually wearing very little and hanging off one of the brothers.
I smile and then shake my head a little. “Thanks,” I say to them both. “It’s nice to have someone care, I appreciate it, but I’m really not hungry right now.”
"I am,” Mason pipes up, and we all laugh. “Can I please have something else?” he asks, looking at me.
“Of course.” I nod. “What would you like?” I ask.
“Just a little fruit, please,” he says quietly, his eyes dropping to the table. We’re not given that much food at home, and we’re never allowed to ask for more. Mason did once and my aunt got in his face and screamed at him about how ungrateful he was and how much it costs them to feed us. She was so angry we thought she was going to hit him.
I pushed her away from him and she fell to the floor, I hadn’t meant to push her so hard, but I was so scared for him and I wanted her out of his face.
My uncle walked in at that moment; he picked her off the floor and then rounded on me. He punched me in the stomach and then grabbed me by the tops of my arms. I yelled for Mason to go to his room; he barely made it out of the room before my uncle threw me to the floor. Him and my aunt took turns laying into me. I curled into a ball while they lay kick after kick on my body.
By the time I made it back upstairs to my room, Mason was beside himself with worry. He felt so guilty, blaming himself for the attack. I tried to tell him it wasn’t on him, but he just wouldn’t believe me. Kept saying that if he hadn’t of asked for more then they wouldn’t have attacked me.
He barely spoke for months after that, and he never asked for food again.
"Are you sure that's all you want?" I ask, knowing that there will be plenty of food left in the kitchen if he wanted more.
"Yes please, I'm sure," he says. I give him a smile and ruffle the top of his hair before getting up and heading into the kitchen.
I grab a banana and some strawberries, placing them on a plate and grabbing him another bottle of water. As I turn around, I see Georgia standing in the doorway. "Hi,” I say, a little surprised to see her.
She smiles and then steps beside me. "How are you?" she asks, and I'm grateful that she's looking at the food laid out on the counter and not directly at me.
I swallow and blow out a breath. "I'm okay, thank you."
"My brother seems to be quite taken with you," she says, and I stop to look at her. I don't know where this is going but I think we should at least look at one another while we have this conversation.
"I'm sorry." She holds up her hands in defence. "I didn't mean anything by it, I was just wondering how you feel? You've had a lot going on." I sigh and shake my head, placing the plate on the bench before looking back at her.
"Honestly, he makes me feel safe. Mason and I have never really felt comfortable anywhere. But I watch him here and he's like himself, he interacts with everyone here, he talks to people. He hardly ever spoke when we were at home." My mouth feels a little dry, I grab the bottle of water I picked up for Mason and take a small sip as she watches me.
