“Wake the fuck up, cousin,” Frederick sneered, and Mitch groaned inwardly. How had he ended up in Frederick’s hands? Mitch checked his circumstances and almost winced. He was tied to a chair, and his hands were bound behind him. His ankles were lashed to the legs as well. Standard procedure for Sealgair Uilebheist torture.
Frederick would beat him first and torture him, and when Mitch couldn’t fight back, he’d move Mitch to a gurney and cut him open. Joyous, Mitch thought sarcastically.
“I know I drugged you, but I needed to keep you quiet. Wake up, Mitch, or I’ll start cutting body parts off until you do,” Frederick threatened.
“Bastard.”
“That’s right, Mitch. And a dead one walking. You destroyed everything,” Frederick screeched.
Mitch opened his eyes, and Frederick landed a punch in his face. Mitch’s head snapped back as Frederick paced back and forth.
“I wanted Alfred to leave me alone. The old bastard wouldn’t. He’s to blame, not me,” Mitch replied.
“He was our grandfather!” Frederick yelled.
“Not mine! And what grandfather puts conditions on his love? Fuck that!” Mitch retorted.
Frederick punched him two more times, and Mitch felt his left eye begin to swell.
“You need to die for what you did to us,” Frederick seethed.
“I told you to leave me alone. None of you did. You all pushed, and now you’re paying the price. One of the few lessons I did learn was to follow through. Don’t blame me for doing so! Stay away, was that so hard?”
“You have Weideman blood, but you’re a Neach-brathaidh, a Uile-bheist loving Neach-brathaidh,” Frederick retorted. He stared at the wall where Alfred had kept a display of knives and pulled one down. Striking without warning, Frederick slashed Mitch across the face, and Mitch bellowed in pain.
“Jess Mayhew. You condemned her, you know? I don’t know whether to keep you alive and kill her in front of you or just fuck her and then kill her. But she’s going to suffer, that arrogant witch. Who does she think she is? So superior. She won’t be when I’m shoving my cock in her mouth,” Frederick hissed.
Mitch saw movement but didn’t dare turn his head.
“She’ll get you first, and she’s not alone. She’s got friends and family,” Mitch said, spitting blood out.
Frederick grinned and shrugged. “Then I’ll murder them too. As many as possible, before either Murtairs kill me or a cop does.”
Frederick stepped forward and began raining blows down on Mitch. Mitch was unable to defend himself and could only suffer.
“I’ll keep you alive. This is fun. How much will you scream while I screw your fiancée? Oh, I saw that. Nice ring. I’ll shove your cock through it, and if it doesn’t fit, I’ll carve you till it does,” Frederick threatened.
“Touch Jess, and I’ll kill you,” Mitch managed to spit out.
“I’ll slice her up as I fuck her. Did you take her ass? I hope you did, because if not, she’s going to scream,” Frederick taunted.
“You’re a vile, pathetic little man, aren’t you?” a voice stated.
“What the hell?” Frederick demanded, spinning around. His eyes rounded at what stood before him.
Gargoyle reached out with two stone hands and clasped Frederick’s head between them. Frederick’s eyes opened wide.
“Uile-bheist!”
“I’ve been sitting here for over seventy years, and you idiots didn’t even know. And you’re the elite? Christ,” Gargoyle said in disgust.
“Mitch, help me!” Frederick screamed.
“Why the fuck would I? Remember what you threatened to do to my woman? I hope he rips your head off,” Mitch slurred. He was feeling a lot of pain, and his words were slurring, but he wanted to watch this.
Gargoyle snorted. “Not quite. This is for my siblings, the ones your family killed for kicks.” Gargoyle began squeezing his hands together, Frederick’s head still trapped between them. Frederick kicked and punched, but hurt himself more than anyone else. His screams ricocheted off the walls as his eyes popped out.
From his rapidly closing right eye, Mitch winced. “Nasty shit that,” he commented.
