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Grabbing it by the handle, there’s a slash on the floor as Milton flicks it. The crowd stirs, a buzz of excitement filling the room. Meanwhile, my stomach turns again. Thank God it’s empty.
“Good evening, everyone,” Milton greets the strangers in the dark. “Thank you for joining us tonight and I hope you enjoy. I knowIwill.”
Milton says something to the hooded men, they suddenly turn to Blake and grab him again. There’s so much happening that I’m overwhelmed. Blake tries to fight as they unhook his feet and lay him flat on the floor. They tie his arms and legs down using the rope, securing him to hooks in the ground that I only just noticed. He’s stretched wide. “Fuck off, you fuckers! Nicolas! Get up!”
Nick lifts his head, looking at his father spread out. His shoulders shake, and his head bows again. Milton laughs coldly, and I shiver. “Even he knows you both can’t fight this.”
The hooded figures go to Nick next and do the same to him, strapping him to the floor. At this point, Milton stands in the center of the two of them.
“Bastard!” Blake spits rabidly at him. “You doin’ this all for my bitch? Well, fuck, you can have the cunt! She ain’t worth it. She’s as fucking crazy as you!” I wince. Milton’s features darken. “Don’t make sense why you’re doing this now when you didn’t give a shit back when I was giving it to her good.” Blake laughs, staring up at the ceiling. “Hey, Heidi, baby?” My heart stops in my chest. “I know you’re in here… I can sense you… I always will—ahhhh!!!” The whip comes crashing down over his right thigh, leaving a red welt. Blake growls, “You cocksucker!”
Milton whips him again and then again. He makes it look so easy, his arm moving gracefully but delivering harsh bites that open the skin and make blood seep onto the floor. Then, he smacks it over Nick, who yells out in agony. He does this five, maybe ten times, back and forth over the both of them. Their skin is smeared with blood and sweat. When Milton whacks it over Nick’s penis, he screams, and I look away.
I’m not breathing as Milton continues whacking the shit out of them with darkness in his eyes. Looking back, I hold my breath. Milton stops, setting the whip back down on the tray the hooded figure holds out for him.
Blood tinges the air. And smoke. One of the shadows is smoking.
Pushing his hair back from his forehead, Milton breathes out. Then, he sheds his jacket as the man returns with another tray. Removing the cloth, Milton picks up a pair of black gloves, which he puts on. Then, he picks up a knife. Blake eyes the blade with wide eyes and then shakes his head. “No…Stay the fuck away from me!”
“You like games, don’t you?” Milton asks him, eyeing the smooth metal of the knife with fascination. It’s got gems on the handle, red rubies. “Shall we play one?”
“Go fuck yourself, you crazy motherfucker!”
Turning, he goes over to Nicolas and nudges him with the tip of his shoe. “His finger or yours?”
Someone in the crowd chuckles. Nicolas shakes his head. “Fuck you.”
Leaning down, Milton puts the blade against Nick’s neck. “Hisfinger oryours.Or you die.”
“…His.”
Milton goes over to Blake and bends over to him. And just like that, like it’s nothing more than a rose stem, he cuts off one of Blake’s fingers. Blake howls and Milton smirks. “Ahh! You crazy fucker!”
“I know,” Milton agrees with a sigh. “It’s your turn…His ear, or yours?”
Nicolas grits his teeth and Blake yells out, neck tendons bulging as thick as the rope cutting into his wrists and ankles. “What the fuck is the point?”
“His ear or yours?” Milton repeats himself.
“His! You know I’m gonna say his!”
Going back over to Nicolas, Milton places the blade on Nick’s head. I close my eyes as he slices his ear off. I cringe from the guttural screams. This game goes on for a while, once again back and forth. More fingers, toes, hair, a nipple. Then, finally, Milton turns in my direction, and I go still. “His cock, or his?”
“What the…the fuck?” Blake’s eyes dart in my direction, too. Can he see me? “H-Heidi. Baby. I’m sorry. I was…was a bastard—”
“Shut your fucking mouth.” Milton kicks him in the face. He turns back to me, imploring me, giving me a choice. Nick is quiet. Has been since he lost his toe. I think about the pain Blake’s caused me as he yells out. He’s pale, bleeding out, tears streaming down the sides of his face. He’d do this to a younger version of me if given a chance.
“Blake’s.”
“No—” Blake chokes out, and I watch, my legs shaking, as Milton removes his manhood with his blade and tosses the anatomy to the ground.
