Beau scratches his jaw.
“His nuts.”
Sophie sucks in a quiet breath.
Beau continues, completely unfazed. “He dropped screaming. It took him a long time to die.”
“And then there was the asshole who raped those women and children,” Seth adds.
Beau glances at him. “Yeah. You handled that one.”
Seth’s mouth twitches slightly.
“Ah, yes, I let him find out what it feels like to get penetrated against your will.”
He looks back at Elliot.
“You want to know where I shot him, Ellie?”
Elliot’s breathing turns shallow.
Seth leans closer.
“Because that is exactly where I would shoot you.”
Elliot swallows hard.
I remember him telling me about that.
A Marine squad had gone rogue. They wiped out an entire village. They shot the men first. Then they lined up the women and children.
They raped them.
Seth and Beau found what was left.
Beau pinned their leader into the dirt. Seth took a rifle and forced the barrel inside his ass before he pulled the trigger.
I didn't know that kind of brutality was possible until Seth said it out loud.
From what he told me, the man didn't die quickly. He screamed and bled out slowly.
Honestly, he got exactly what he deserved.
I wish I had done the same to Nick.
I stand and kick Sophie’s cage door. Her jaw stays clenched. The color has drained from her face until her skin looks gray and waxy. Sweat gathers along her hairline.
She leans against the bars, her eyes unfocused for a moment.
Across the room, the industrial tub waits against the far wall. It is deep and stainless steel, the kind used for equipment or bodies depending on the facility.
I turn the valve.
Water roars out of the hose and crashes into the empty basin. The noise fills the warehouse and echoes through the metal beams overhead. Warm mist hits my face as the tub begins to fill. The smell of chlorine mixes with rust and blood. The water level climbs slowly, turning the steel sides into a dull mirror beneath the warehouse lights.
Behind me, I hear the blender.
Seth stands at a scarred metal table, the cheap plastic pitcher in front of him. The motor whines loudly over the rush of the water, blades tearing through whatever he packed inside. The mixture inside looks pink and thick. He holds the lid with one hand and watches it spin, his attention steady, his shoulders relaxed.
