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“I want a list of people who run your skin ring,” Greg barks once I take a break when I get to Xav’s knees.
He’s strung up from a meat hook, his chest wound a slow drip, even with the medical packing. It doesn’t really matter because he won’t be living for long.
“Fuck off,” Xav snarls, his composure shot. I thought that his tongue was still paralyzed, so I’m happily surprised.
Reaching razor blades, I push them into the exposed flesh of his feet. “This doesn’t look comfortable, but there’s lots of fun things I can do. I have always wanted to see how many needles embedded in a penis it would take for a man to break,” I tell him with a grin.
I’m squatting on the ground, and the only thing keeping me from being kicked, is the drug’s paralyzing effects. Thank you Mama Rodriguez. I’m going to buy that woman anything she wants after this.
We won’t tell Miguel.
“No fucking way are you touching my dick,” he complains and I shrug.
“Carrie’s dead, you have no need for it,” I say without remorse, beginning to open the man’s pants.
I’m wearing black gloves, and I wait him out, though fully willing to mutilate his pathetic cock.
“Wait, wait,” Xav says, eyes wild. His chest heaves, though the rest of his body hangs peacefully. He has to be in pain by now.
“What do you have to tell me, Xav?” Greg asks, turning on his recorder on his phone.
Together, we pull everything out of his miserable brain over the next few hours. Every time he got stubborn, I tried a new torture technique I’ve read. I believe in polishing my craft, so I’m always learning new things.
It’s just Xav’s bad luck that he’s my pliant victim. Soon, Greg shrugs. “How do you want to end it, Orion?” he asks, looking over the wreckage of Xav’s body.
“Are we done?” I ask, with an evil grin.
“Yep, I don’t need anything else,” he confirms.
Picking up nail guns, I hand one to Greg and Derek. “Target practice! The person with the best accuracy gets to drive one of these into his brain,” I explain excitedly.
Greg and Derek chuckle darkly and nod. The three of us release our aggression on Xav’s body, while checking in on Lennon periodically. Her wrist is sprained and needs to be in a bandage for a few weeks. She was lucky enough to not have broken it. However, she does have a concussion, and will be spending the day at the hospital.
Roark told me that she’s already complaining about being there.
Roark: The babe is perfect. Strong heartbeat, though they heard an odd anomaly for a moment. We’ll just have to watch and see if it happens again.
Finishing up soon, I am making sure we keep our promise to you. Send our love to Lennon.
Roark: She’s asking for you. Wrap it up.
Smirking, I take the hint.
“Lennon’s asking for us, who is winning?” I ask. The game is a chaotic one, where we yell out a body part and shoot, then check to see how close we were hitting it.
We’re standing so far away from Xav, our accuracy isn’t great, but he has a fair amount of nails embedded inside of him.
Tallying up our points, I grunt. “Alright, Greg. Kill the fucker, so we can get cleaned up and go see Lennon.”
Derek yawns with a nod. “I’m ready for a nap too,” he agrees, completely unbothered by Xav’s execution. I’m an incredibly lucky man.
Greg walks over to Xav, and point blank shoots nails into his neck, cheek, and forehead, waiting to see what kills him. “You’re such a stubborn bastard,” Greg mutters. “May you rot in hell.”
Shooting him between the eyes, Xav dies before us. This doesn’t stop us from calling in a doctor to pronounce him dead, and then walking him down to the incinerator ourselves. There is no way this man will ever come back from the dead.
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LENNON
