“Where is Kira?” I ask again.
Blake watches Malice as he grips the top of his nail on his pointer finger and pulls backward, slowly. Blake screams, the sound drowned out to the rest of the world by the soundproofing of the room.
“Where’s Kira?”
Malice continues, moving on to the next one, then the next one, then the next one, as Blake screams, spit dripping from his mouth. I’m sure it hurts like a bitch, but it’s nothing compared to what he’s about to feel. I stand there with my arms crossed, itching to pummel the shit out of him, but knowing the last thing I want to do is return to Bristol with bruised knuckles and a bloody mess of clothes. So, I stay put for her, allowing Malice to have his fun.
“Where the fuck is Kira?” I ask again.
“Go to fucking hell,” he seethes as he spits directly onto Malice’s bare chest.
“Ugh! That’s not very nice, sir! What’d I ever do to you?” Malice yells in shock. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. The fucker is so unhinged.
“Last time, fucker. Where. Is. Kira?”
When he doesn’t answer, I nod at Malice. He returns to the table with Wrath, who picks up the blowtorch and a piece of flat metal with a handle. Malice doesn’t waste any time, using a pair of gardening shears to snip off the first three fingers on his hand. The bone cracks as blood sprays across Malice’s chest and the floor in front of him, the fingers dropping with a sickening thud. Blake’s screams are bloodcurdling.
“She’s at my cabin! She’s at my cabin! I didn’t give her to ’em! I wanted to use her as leverage to get Bristol back, and then I was going to swoop in like her fucking knight and save Kira, when she never left my clutches to begin with,” he screams the words.
“You really think that would have worked on Bristol?”
“She’s not the fucking brightest! Yeah, it would have worked. Why do you think I kept her so long, asshole? She’s easy, soft, she doesn’t fight back and doesn’t question things!”
“Those are fucking strengths!” I scream, just as Wrath cranks up the blowtorch. He wastes no time aiming the fire right at his bleeding hand, not bothering to heat up the metal. The smell hits my nose, and I immediately want to hurl. There’s no scent worse than burning flesh. Wrath cauterizes his wounds as he shakes and screams. I don’t feel bad for him. He deserves so much worse than this.
“Where’s the cabin?”
“Up-up in the forest.” He gives us the address, and I nod to Malice and Wrath to get men there immediately. “You gonna kill me now?”
Chaos laughs, low and deep. “No, much worse, actually.”
We untie him from the chair, binding his wrists with the rope and dragging him up the stairs. We put him into the truck of one of the cars in the garage, and then Chaos and I head to the one place we both know will hide someone without anyone knowing for a very long time.
Once we reach my childhood home, we pull the sobbing piece of shit out of the trunk, dragging him into the house and down to the basement.
My dad hears us coming, already at his cell bars, holding onto them. He looks the same as he did a few weeks ago when I was here—weak, half out of his mind.
“Oh, look, Dad, meet your new roommate. See, I can’t kill either one of you, but you two? You can kill each other. I wonder which one of you will come out standing. Keep in mind, whoever lives is going to have a rotting corpse for a roommate. Or maybe you’ll both perish and the world will be better for it.”
Chaos unlocks the doors, pointing a gun right at my dad’s head as I shove Blake inside, slamming and locking it back up.
“Who the fuck is this, son?”
“He likes to beat on women just like you. So, you two can beat on each other. Or don’t. I don’t really care either way. The only reason I’m allowing you two to continue to breathe is because of my love for those women. You’ll never see daylight again, never feel a woman’s touch, never feel the sun on your skin, never taste anything but the bread and water you’ll be provided for however long you’ll be down here. Have a good look around, Blakey, ’cause this is all you’ll see until the day you finally leave this plane.”
“They’ll come for me, and you’ll be fucked when they do!” he screams.
“You’re the one who is fucked, Blake. There’s nothing left. You’re out of plays; this is the end for you. While you’re down here rotting away, I’ll be up there living a life with Bristol by my side, loving her, worshiping her mind, body, and soul, making her laugh, healing the damage you inflicted on her. Someday, if she wants them, I’ll fill her belly with our babies, we’ll grow old together, and she won’t ever know a day ofsadness for as long as I can help it. This is your penance, you sick fuck. Enjoy it.”
Blake screams like a maniac as Chaos and I climb up the stairs, until it slowly fades the farther away we get. He’ll never have an opportunity to hurt anyone again.
“I’m proud of you,” Chaos says.
“I’d do anything for her.”
“I’m sorry I was so hard on you and so against it. It was just fucked she was engaged. Last thing I wanted was a pissed off ex. Taken is taken, by my standards.”
“I get it. I wasn’t too thrilled about you dragging Saige into the house and handcuffing an innocent woman to your bed to hold her hostage.”
