Page 14 of Shattered Souls

“I’m sorry,” She whimpers. “I-I didn’t mean to. Please.” I don’t advance on her, but she still tries to push herself further back into the wall. I grab the plate and leave her trembling in her sensory deprivation box.

Seek comes around the corner just as I shut her door. His eyes find the four pen-sized holes in my shoulder.

“Aw,” He cocks his head to the side. “Your new toy not liking the new arrangement?”

“It’s your fault for making her strip.” I sign. I go into the kitchen and grab a roll of gauze from one of the cabinets. Even though the holes are shallow they’re angry and blood is trickling nonstop.

“You want her in there covered in blood and mud?” He snips. “I’ve been dealing with the guy you decided to stab and then just leave bleeding on the ground for me to deal with.” Shit.

I had completely forgotten about the man that was flirting with my toy.

“What did you do with him?” I finish wrapping my shoulder and secure the gauze.

“He’s strapped to a chair in the fun room.” He says cooly, popping a grape from the fridge into his mouth.

“Plan?” I sign.

“Dunno,” He motions for me to follow him. “I’ve been using the Chinese water torture method on him, but he’s not going to last through the night.” I enter the room and see my brother’s craftsman work.

The one eyed man is sitting in a chair with his wrists and ankles bound. There’s a large wooden structure above his head. Attached to that structure is a bucket with a small hole in the bottom—allowing water to slowly drip onto his head.

The irregular dripping pattern mixed with the cold water will deteriorate his mental state rapidly.

Not only that, Seek has hooked him up to different IV’s with different liquids to keep him alive. For his sick pleasure only.

“Fuck!” Seek grunts, closing the distance between him and his victim. “This fucker flatlined in the five minutes I went to check on your dumbass.”

The one eyed man’s head is slumped over. His remaining eye looks across the room, unseeing. The water drips on the base of his neck now.

“Such a shame.” I sign even though Seek isn’t looking. “Get the barrel ready.”

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Seek

“God. Fucking. Dammit!” I shout, mainly to myself, when the foot slips from my gloved hand and tumbles a few feet away. Hyde chuckles to himself as he drags the saw through the dude’s elbow joint.

Usually I’m the one that dismembers the bodies for the barrel. But tonight I wanted to watch the meat sizzle away from the bone.

“So tell me,” I sign to Hyde, not even bothering to talk with the gas mask covering my face. “You’re willing to share her?”

When I saw her in the crowd, she was nothing more than a hot chick I could torment for the night and then stroke my dick to later. But Hyde signed to me that he wanted her, and I debated the idea.

When she parted from the sea of people before we could even get off the stage, I pulled Hyde aside and expressed my unease with the idea. I told him he could fuck her and that was it. Nothing more.

I should’ve known that he was up to no good when I saw that look in his eye as his name slipped past her plump lips.

He places the saw down. “Why not? We do everything else together.” He signs with a shrug. He wipes the back of his hand across his forehead, a streak of red now marring his tan skin.

“So if I went in there and had my way with her,” The thought swarms around my head. “You’d be okay?” He thinks for a long moment about it.

“Yeah.” He resumes his work, his eyes avoiding mine at all costs.

I could see myself using her and then disposing of her eventually. Letting the both of us have our fun before we essentially dump her in the same barrel that we’re dumping this shitty dude in.

My mind can’t seem to move past the fact that I haven’t seen Hyde touch a woman—well, ever. He’s never shown direct interest in a female, and I know he has a harder time since he can’t communicate directly—unless they know sign language, of course.

“You know we need to come up with a plan.” I sign before taking the lower half of the arm and slowly submerging it into the acid.