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“She wanted it. She was desperate for me.” Martinez isn’t doing himself any favors in pretending we don’t know what he’s done.
Blais picks up another nail, slamming it right under the fingernail of his index finger. He screams loudly, sobbing and begging for us to end this.
“Did you think Daddy's money could save you from facing any consequences?” Blais asks angrily.
“I couldn’t go to jail, I wouldn’t survive. I’d destroy my father’s legacy.” His agonized cries fill the room, making my ears hurt from his annoying voice.
“Just like you left her to die in the alley, hoping she wouldn’t survive?” Blais slams the hammer down forcefully, repeatedly pounding it into Martinez’s hand, hearing the bone crunch beneath it.
“Please, stop. I’ll do anything. Name your price. I’ll do it.” He’s a blubbering mess while snot rolls down his tear-stained face. Blood coats the side of his forehead from where Theon punched him with brass knuckles. His hand looks mangled with nails sticking out of two of his fingers, as it swells from the hits Blais made. The sight of him makes me gag.
“Anything?” I let out a low sinister chuckle forcing his eyes to widen.
“Yes, anything. Just let me go and I’ll never speak of this. I won’t tell anyone what happened. Just let me go.”
Blais looks over his shoulder at me with a maniacal grin spread across his face. He looks like pure evil with his pale pink hair splattered with blood. His eyes shift to Theon, who’s standing beside Martinez’s shaking body. That look only means one thing. Blais isn’t done messing with this man, but tonight, Blais is in control of the torturing, so anything he wants to do, goes.
“Where do you keep your money?” I ask calmly. His shoulders begin to relax at my inquiry, probably thinking he’s making it out of here alive.
“If I...if I tell you, you’ll let me go?” His voice is hoarse from all the screaming he’s done. His chest looks like a cutting board from all the slices Blais has inflicted. Martinez is in rough shape, and it doesn’t look like he’ll last much longer.
“I’ll ask one more time. Where do you keep your money?”
“How do I know you’ll let me go if I tell you?” His body trembles with fear, and his eyes bounce erratically between me and Blais. He’s probably waiting for me to stop Blais, but I won’t. Not tonight. Blais needs this, and I won’t deny him his sanity.
Theon lands a punch to his jaw at his response. A wicked grin spreads across his face while Martinez screams out in pain with his head rolling to the side.
This is how it typically goes. We torture them and they try to cut a bargain, but it never works. No one ever escapes this torture chamber, breathing, and that’s how it will always be. Now we just need to get this asshole to tell us where he keeps his money so I can stop hearing his annoying voice.
“There’s a safe. A safe in my penthouse. I also have some offshore accounts. Please. I’ll give you the codes and locations to access them. Just let me go.”
“You’ve got three minutes. Tell us now.” I look down at my watch and tap my foot to let him know his time is limited. He just stares at me with a gaping look, unable to say anything. Blais drops the hammer, picking up his knife again, jamming it into his shoulder, forcing a high-pitched scream to escape from Martinez. The thick red liquid gushes from his body, coating the knife even more.
“Don’t do this, please. Please, just stop. Shit, okay, let me think.” His voice is rushed and panicked as he tries to overcome the pain he’s feeling. “My phone. My phone has all of my accounts and passwords stored on it in a protected file. The passcode to get into my phone is seven-six-nine-zero-four. The password into the protected file is...it’s umm...it’s…”
His head bobs up and down from losing strength from the blood loss. His body is turning a sickly pale color from the blood escaping his body.
“No, no, no. Wakey wakey, Jakey. I’m not done with you yet,” Blais sing-songs as he slaps Jake’s cheeks a few times, rousing him back to consciousness.
“What’s the password for the protected file? You’ve got thirty seconds.”
“It’s…fuck. It’s puppy lover eighty-seven with an exclamation point at the end, all one word, with the first p in puppy capitalized.” I stare at him blankly as Theon scoffs behind him. Suddenly, Blais lets out the loudest belly laugh I’ve ever heard.
“Puppy lover? Dude, you are literally the scum of the Earth and your password is puppy lover? Fuck, that’s the funniest shit I’ve ever heard.” Blais can barely contain himself between each laugh as he wheezes next to Martinez with the bloody knife still in his hand.
“Shut the fuck up,” Jake hisses through clenched teeth.
“Well, Jake. Thank you for the information. Looks like you’re no longer useful to us,” I say with a maniacal grin. These fuckers are all the same. Threaten their life and they’ll give you their first-born child if you asked.
Using all the strength he can muster up, Martinez pulls at the binds on his arms, trying to tear them free. He’ll probably rip his arm out of socket before he can get out of those binds. “You fuckers. I gave you what you want. Now, let me go!”
Is he really that dense that he thought we’d let him see our faces, torture the hell out of him, and then magically let him go with a goodbye hug and a high-five?
He’s delusional.
“You’ve been let go too many times in your life, Martinez. Around every corner, it seems like you had someone in your pocket, allowing you to get away with crimes scot-free. That ends tonight. Every person you’ve victimized, every person you beat, tortured, and raped, they’ll all rest easy tonight because the sick bastard who brought them pain will die a gruesome, brutal death.” His head slumps forward against his chest as sobs rack through his body.
Blais looks over at Theon, grinning widely. “Theon, grab the chain,” Blais says, looking down at the chain he placed on Martinez’s thigh earlier. Theon grabs one end, while Blais grabs the other, each pulling in opposite directions.
