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I pull back the covers and see that the guy has pissed himself. Not laughing, I mean he’s literally covered in piss. My lip curls in disgust as I yank him from the soiled sheets and toss him down onto the bare wooden floorboards. Normally, this type of flooring would be a forensic nightmare for us, but we plan to torch the place anyway. Send the message good and strong that we’re coming for the rest of them. We won’t stop with the people involved in taking Callie; we’re going to tear down the entire organisation.
“W-w-we?”
Seriously, this fool is so terrified he didn’t even notice East in the room with me? He’ll be upset. I snort and kick the piece of shit in a heap at my feet over towards East. The beams of the old house have allowed East to set up a rig which will hold victim number one right in place.
I frown.
Scratch that. This motherfucker isn’t a victim. Callie is a victim. This guy is a fucking monster who’s about to get his just desserts.
I nod at East, and he makes short work of clipping the guy’s arms into the reinforced custom-built leather and steel wrist cuffs. He pulls the chain which in turn hoists the piece of shit up until his feet are flat on the floor. I shake my head; it’s not enough. I knock his ankles out from under him, and when he rights himself, another swift kick to his ankle makes the bones splinter. He howls in pain. I smile.
For fuck’s sake. This guy is a pussy. It’s not even a compound fracture. Man the fuck up. I boot his other ankle and relish the snapping of his bones before his stupid screams ruin the beauty of the music I’m forcing his body to make.
East comes to stand beside me, shoulder to shoulder, united as my brother in blood and hands me the special weapon we made for Callie’s vengeance. Combs.
Tex is something of a sick fuck. He’s big into history, but specifically crime and punishment. Or maybe just the punishment side. He loves medieval torture and is forever harping on about how bloody and gruesome the Tudors were. But he really loves to tell us about all those pre-biblical torture methods: stoning, crucifying and combing.
That one piqued my interest. It involves iron combs, which are traditionally used to prepare wool, to scrape, tear and flay the victim’s flesh from their body.
It was the perfect choice for Callie’s revenge. It appeals to my sadistic need to cause real pain, it calls to the history buff in Tex, and East loved the challenge of reinventing a long-forgotten form of torture. Together, we took our inspiration from history, but added our own sick little twist.
The comb East places in my hand is heavy, about eight inches long, and made of steel. He’s shaped the shaft so that it’s comfortable in my hand, able to be used for hours on end, though we have several different options to try out to see which works best. The teeth of the comb are filed to razor sharp points, but each has lethal looking barbs along the tines which will dig into the flesh and take hold. Maximum pain guaranteed.
I stroke the shaft of the comb carefully, lovingly. I’m already convinced that I’m going to enjoy this method of revenge. I step toward the snivelling, sobbing, broken man hanging before me and grin. He thinks he’s broken, but really we’re just getting started.
Joe: I’m sorry, Callie
Joe: I didn’t mean to be a no-show. Something urgent came up at work
Joe: Please don’t hate me
Joe: I’ll make it up to you
Callie: You never told me what you do?
Joe: I’m a med student, currently on placement. I was shadowing the on-call doctor and we had an emergency which took me past my finishing time. By the time I got home it was after midnight and I just crashed
Callie: What happened?
Joe: We had an RTC. Mother and daughter rushed in. I’m working on paeds at the moment
Callie: Were they okay?
Joe: The mum was. We lost the daughter :(
Callie: I’m so sorry. That’s awful. No wonder you didn’t want to go out or think to message me afterwards. I understand
Joe: I don’t want to use my work as an excuse. I really am sorry. I promise I’ll make it up to you x
Callie: x? That’s new
Joe: Well I figured, if I HAD made our date, I would definitely have wanted to kiss you at the end of it. So why not put that in a message?
Callie: :) x to you too x
