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Len presses his gun to it and pulls the trigger. Grandal screams but Len shows absolutely no remorse.
“You like raping women? You like hurting them? How about you tell me where they’re at, and then I’ll take pity on you.”
“I’ll tell you! They’re at our warehouse. Down by the river.”
“I happen to know the place. Let’s go,” Len says as he reaches down and pulls Grandal’s belt off before wrapping it around Grandal’s throat and just dragging him through the door I’m still standing in.
“Thank you,” he says, like I was holding the door open for him and Grandal and not just gawking at him. I soon see why he parked so close as he drags Grandal over to his car, pops the trunk that has been lined in plastic, and dumps his body into it before he slaps tape over Grandal’s lips and winds more around his wrists and ankles. Then he shuts the trunk and gets back in the car as I gape at him.
I mean… I’ve seen my fair share of torture, blood, and death, but I guess I just didn’t expect it out of Len. And all for a fucking sucker.
I get in and he pulls out onto the road.
“So you’ve really never watched anime?” he asks as the man in the trunk kicks away.
“Can’t say I have.”
“You, my friend, are missing out. I’ll show you some wonderful classics. I have so much to show you before your untimely demise! We’ll have to work fast!”
I glare at him, wondering why he seems to think this is a fun joke at my expense. The drive, thankfully, isn’t very long as he rambles on about his favorite classics like I could possibly care. All the while, the guy in the trunk is losing his damn mind, and rightfully so.
“Okay, hold that thought, I’ll get back to it,” Len threatens, because it’s definitely a threat when I don’t give a shit.
He puts the car in park, gets out, and heads up to the warehouse. There’s a guy up front who seems to notice him coming and appears perplexed more than anything. Len says something to him that I miss from my distance but clearly, whatever the man’s answer was, it wasn’t good enough because I see Len stab him in the throat before tossing his body off to the side and slipping in through the door.
I wander after him, wondering if I’m supposed to stay back with the prisoner or if I’m also invited on this journey through slaughterland.
Honestly, I don’t have to worry too long because as I reach the door he comes out. I’ve only just managed to make it to the entrance and he’s already done.
“They didn’t have too many guards here, which was their mistake,” he says as he goes back out to the car and pops the trunk. He grabs Grandal, drags him out of the trunk, and heads off on his merry way.
Grandal thrashes and mumbles as he’s dragged into the warehouse. I trail after them as I realize that there are at least six bodies in the hallway alone and question at what point Len thought that “there weren’t too many guards here.”
I step over a dead man as Len turns right into a room where I realize there are a bunch of women warily watching us.
They seem fearful when we walk in, but when they see the state of Grandal their fear turns to curiosity. Len parades Grandal to the middle of the room as the women gather around him. Some look like husks of the person they once were, and others don’t even seem to have enough life left in them to care.
Grandal is shaking his head wildly and manages to rub one side of the tape off as he starts screaming. “No! NO! Stop! What are you doing?”
“Did you ever stop when they asked?” Len asks. “Did you ever show any of them mercy?”
Grandal is delirious as Len shoves him forward and the women stare down at the man squirming on the ground, begging and pleading but it all falls on deaf ears.
“If you don’t want to do it, I can,” Len says as he holds his gun out.
“No,” one of the women says as she takes it. “I want to show him a good time.”
“If you need me, I’ll be right outside,” Len says as he sets a hand on my back and directs me out.
“You’re just…” I point back in the room as I’m pulled out of it. “Going to let them have at it?”
“It solves nothing,” Len admits. “Killing the source of your nightmare honestly solves very little, but sometimes, when you’re pushed and shoved and absolutely ruined by someone, getting that closure can give you hope. Can help you realize that when you stop someone that’s plagued your nightmares, you can do anything. That you cansurvive. And that your nightmare really was just another human after all.”
My mind drifts back to Len’s expression in the elevator. “Are you speaking from experience?”
“I’ve just seen a lot of shit… and watched a lot of TV. Oh, there’s a graphic novel you need to try. The main villain is a self-centered manjustlike you!”
“Funny,” I growl.
