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I did the things my dad couldn’t handle doing himself. To be frank, I needed some new ideas. There were a million ways to make someone feel pain, but not all of them were interesting and I had to ensure that he lived after I was finished.
I was serious about keeping him alive until I found my sister. If that was never, I guess the rest of his days would be spent in a constant loop of torture.
There was a bin of tools, tables of little trinkets, and a few odd objects Romero had left behind. My focus went to something that closely resembled a drill.
The bit looked relatively knew and was spiked and twisted—some crazed invention of Luce’s, I’m sure. I lifted it up and pressed the button to see if the thing still worked, watching the end spin in a circle.
This could come in handy.
I returned to Butch and eyed his body. There was a lesion starting to puss near the head of his dick. I hadn’t touched that part of him yet, so I wasn’t sure what the hell it was.
Oh, well. If the thing fell off, that wasn’t my problem. It wasn’t like he would be getting any pussy ever again. I lifted the drill and hit the button to engage the custom bit, making sure he got a good look at it. His pupils dilated, confirming he had.
I looked at him for a minute, thinking back over everything. He’d been my brother. We had the same face. Same laugh. Same heartbeat.
I would have died for him. I would’ve protected him from anything in this world that tried to hurt him. We’d had each other since we were in our mother’s womb.
No matter how much hatred I had for what he’d done, losing him destroyed a part of me.
There wasn’t any way to fix things or forgive him. He hadn’t just betrayed me. He’d foolishly gone against the Savages. That in itself was unforgivable. You never let a snake get the chance to strike twice.
“If you feel the sudden need to let me know where my sister is being held, we can end this whole charade tonight. If not…”
I pressed the drill to the area of his leg just beneath his knee and held down the button. The tip spun rapidly, easily burrowing through flesh and muscle.
His good eye widened until it looked as if it would pop out of its socket, the whirring drowned out only by his pained, muffled screams.
CHAPTER SIX
I jerked awake, the motion causing my head to collide with the stone wall behind me. I winced and reached up to hold the now aching portion of my skull.
The past few hours came rushing back to me, memories making a fresh assault on my mind.
My escape. Marcy’s death. Claire. This whole plan had failed drastically from the start.
I shut my eyes and sighed, tucking my legs tighter to my chest to ward off the chill within the room.
After a moment, itchiness kicked in and every inch of my mud-caked skin begged for relief, but before I could lose myself in self-pity and sorrow, the clearing of a throat turned all my muscles to stone. I opened my eyes and slowly turned my head.
How long had he been there?
It was the man from before, the one who seemed to be the ringleader of this group. He was leaning against a long table with boxes of overflowing junk piled neatly on top of it.
This whole room was full of things like that. Food and other goods too. They had a supply of rations that could rival the A.R.C’s, making me wonder who exactly these people were. More so, this guy.
“Bad dream?” His voice was smooth but also gritty.
I shook my head from side to side. “This situation is bad enough.”
“Good answer,” he replied. “Reality tends to be a nightmare most people don’t want to face.”
I think I understood just what he meant. He pushed away from where he’d been leaning and walked past the pen. There were three small squeaks, and then he reappeared near the gate holding the head of a hose.
“Take this,” he instructed, shimmying the end through the chain link fencing. “Get some of that mud off of you.”
I stood up and crept forward, pulling the sprayer further into the enclosure. When I went to reopen the gap between us, he stopped me with a warning.
“If the water runs from that end, you’ll have to stay at this one. Makes more sense to let it drain from here if you want to hide in a corner.”
