He was left-handed, so it was the hand I had seen him hit Caleb with the most in the security footage. I started with his ring finger. Bye-bye wedding ring.
“You ready to tell me where Amanda is, big guy?” I asked, shoving down the boiling pot of rage that was brewing in my chest.
2739, 2739, 2739…
I was going to have to talk to Damian to get this cleared up. If this had anything to do with Apex, I would lose it.
Kyle whimpered and rolled his head back; his mouth fell open as he moaned, and I rolled my eyes, getting up from the table and grabbing a pair of pliers from my row of tools on his counter.
“Alright. Don’t tell me.”
I straddled his lap and squeezed his jaw farther open, exposing his teeth to me. His right eye tooth was pearly white and just begging to be soaked in blood.
He seized beneath me and tried to turn his head away, but I held him still and pinched his tooth between the pliers before ripping it clean out of his gums.
He screamed, and blood spurted out of his mouth, but I paid it no mind as I held my prize up before me, grinning like some sort of deranged tooth fairy.
“Can’t wait to add this one to my collection.” I smirked, getting off of him and making my way to the sink to rinse off my new trophy.
“You’re a lunatic!” he roared, spitting blood all over himself.
I shrugged. “And you’re a rapist.”
“Fuck you!”
“What? I thought we were just swapping facts?”
Kyle’s one remaining eye was swimming with tears. His hand was dripping blood in a steady pattern on the thick plastic under his chair, and his entire chin was crimson from his bleeding gums.
“You don’t look so good, Kyle. Shall we continue? Or have you had enough?”
His lip trembled, and I smiled. I was so close to breaking him. He didn’t have much fight left in him, and I was honestly surprised he had lasted this long.
I stuffed his clean tooth into my pocket next to the weird little pouch Iris had given me and leaned forward, meeting Kyle’s eye.
“Please… stop,” he whimpered.
“You know how to make it stop, Kyle. Tell me where Amanda is, and this all ends. I’ll let you rest.”
He looked at me with so much desperate hope that I would have felt bad for him if he wasn’t a child-beating rapist.
But alas, I felt nothing but happiness that he was suffering so much.
“In the basement. There’s a hidden panel behind the bar. You need my fingerprint to open the door.”
My eye twitched.
The basement.
“You’re all the fucking same, aren’t you?” I growled, the smile slipping off my face.
I had checked the basement thoroughly. But not ‘I’m looking for a secret underground sex trafficking room’thoroughly.
“You’re fucking disgusting,” I told him as I circled behind him. I positioned one hand on his forehead and the other on his jaw.
“I thought you said you were going to stop! You said you would let me go!” he cried, and I shook my head even though he couldn’t see me.
“Shh. Shh.No Kyle. I said I would let yourest.And rest you shall. Night night.” Then I twisted his neck until it snapped.
