Seth ignored Darren’s threats as he looked at Wyatt. “I only have it set on three.”
“How high does it go?”
“Ten.” He shut it off as he looked back at Clayton. “Pop out your fucking eye.”
He fell to his side. “Oh my God! What have you done to me?”
“Pop it out, now.”
He glared at Seth. “Fuck you!”
Seth turned a knob to five, then pressed a button. Clayton’s body started flopping around on the floor. His mouth was wide open as he tried to scream, but he was only able to make loud moaning sounds. Darren was hysterical as he fought at his chain. Seth shut off the unit. “Let’s have it, Clayton.”
He was crying as he laid on the floor. “Please stop.”
“Do it now or I will zap you some more.”
Tears were running down his face as he picked up the spoon. He stuck it to his eye, then moved it away. “I can’t. I can’t do it.”
Darren’s body was red from anger. Slobber was dripping off his chin like a rabid animal as he reached for Seth. “You sorry piece of shit! I’m going to rip you apart!”
Wyatt was standing a few yards behind Seth. “Dude, this is getting out of hand.”
“I want his fucking eye.”
“Just shoot the bastards and let’s get out of here.”
“That would be too easy for these raping lowlifes.”
Darren stood erect as he held his chin up. “Yeah, I raped the shit out of her as her old man watched.” He hit his chest. “Fuck you! Come and get some if you got the balls!”
Seth turned Darren’s knob to three to immobilize him. He fell to his side and shook as if he was having a mild seizure. Clayton jumped to his feet and limped towards Seth, stopping when his chain jerked him back. “You have no right to do this, you motherfucker!”
Seth turned Clayton’s knob to eight, then lit him up. He fell to the floor and violently shook as his arms and legs stuck straight out while blue arcs jumped between his steel shoes. A few seconds later he passed out. Seth grabbed something from the cart, then knelt beside Darren as he twitched on the floor.
Wyatt noticed Seth had a strange looking tool. “What are you doing to him?”
“Putting a castration band around his balls.” He stood up and handed Wyatt the tool. “They use those on livestock.”
Wyatt noticed the top of Darren’s balls were squeezed. “I don’t see the band.”
“It’s there, it’s just very tight.” He handed Wyatt a band. “Here’s what they look like.”
Wyatt shook his head as he looked at it. “It looks like a Cheerio.” He tried to stretch it. “It’s strong. I can’t believe you put this around his balls. He’s not going to be happy when you let him up.”
Seth laughed. “Maybe it’ll calm his ass down a little.” Seth de-energized his shocker. “Get your ass up.”
Darren immediately felt his balls. “Oh shit! Get it off.” He tried to grab the band with his fingers. “I can’t get a hold of it.” He stood up in a bowlegged stance. “I’ll do whatever you ask if you get it off.”
Seth pointed to the spoon. “Pop out one of your eyes with the spoon.”
He looked confused. “Huh?”
“You heard me.”
He looked at the spoon, then at Clayton. “That’s… I thought...”
“I know what you’re thinking; he’ll have to do it too when he wakes up.”
“Please don’t do this to me.”
“You have a problem with the way you’re being treated?”
“It’s inhumane. You have no right doing this.”
“I bet Mr. and Mrs. Johnson felt the same.”
Something changed. He went from being submissive to violent. “Fuck you!” He grabbed his chain and started violently jerking at it.
Seth looked at Wyatt. “The shocker apparently isn’t going to be enough motivation.” He walked up to Darren and hit him in the head with a club.
Wyatt looked confused. “Why did you do that?”
“I need to secure him in a different way.”
“Why didn’t you just tranq’ him?”
“I’m tired of messing around with these assholes. It’s time to get a little more aggressive.” Seth slid the table that Clayton had been on earlier over to the men. He looked at Wyatt. “Help me pick up Clayton and lay him on his back.” They lifted him on the table. Seth strapped him down, leaving his arms and head free. “Go get me some channel locks off the work bench.”
“What are you going to do to him?”
“Try to make him pop out his eye by crushing his toes since I can’t do anything barbaric.”
“That’s still too much, but I guess it will be okay.”
“I’m glad you approve.”
Wyatt popped off as he was walking away, “You don’t have to be sarcastic.”
Seth laid Darren’s back against the pole in a sitting position, then strapped him down.
Wyatt walked up. “What are you going to do to him?”
“Making sure he can see all the fun that Clayton’s fixin’ to have.” Seth connected the two men to I.V. bags filled with blood, then injected them with adrenaline. He looked at Wyatt. “You might want to wait this one out. Toes breaking might be too much for you.”
“Ha ha. I think I can handle it. And you don’t have to be so pissy. You’ve always got to do things your way, so taking it easy for once isn’t going to kill you.”
“It might not kill me, but it’s definitely going to backfire on us by pussy footing around with these kinds of scumbags.”
“Why would you say that?”
“You’ll see. I’ll play along since I don’t know what I’m talking about.”
Wyatt laughed. “That’s the spirit, old chap.”
Seth shook his head. “Don’t cry when it backfires on you.” He walked off and came back with a large mirror with an adjustable arm. He mounted it on a table next to Clayton’s head.”
“Why are you doing that?”
“So he can see his entire body.”
A few minutes later Clayton starting coming around. He looked in the mirror, then lifted his head to look at Seth. “What the fuck are you doing now, freak?”
“Same thing I’ve been trying to do, rapist; make you give me an eye.” He held up a pair of channel locks. “I’m going to break your toes if you don’t.”
He laid his head down and laughed. “You’re so full of shit. And you better hope you don’t wind up in the same prison I’m in.”
“Why would I go to prison?”
“The cops are gonna find out the sick shit that you’ve done.”
“Why would they find out?”
“When you hand me over, I’m going to rat your ass out.”
“I thought criminals have a code against tattling?”
“Not with your kind.”
“Who do you think I am?”
He raised his head and grinned. “One of those chicken shit bounty hunters. We’ll all be takin’ turns pounding your ass.”
“You’ve been listening to your buddy too much.”
He looked around. “Where the fuck did you move him to?” He noticed him tied to the post. “Hey, Twink, you alright?”
Seth laughed. “What the fuck is a Twink?”
Darren had just awakened and was still drowsy. “Hey, man, he hit me with something. My head is hurting really bad.”
Clayton gritted his teeth as he stared at Seth. “Fuck you, cocksucker! You’re gonna get yours.”
Wyatt stepped forward. “Just calm down.”
Clayton spit on Wyatt’s face. “Fuck you too, bitch!”
Wyatt got mad and hit him in the face with the bottom of his fist. “Screw you, asshole.”
Clayton started laughing. “You hit like a punk.” Wyatt started to hit him again, but Clayton reached out and slapped him in the face. Wyatt stepped back, then stood in shock.
Clayton laughed. “You wanna act like a bitch, I’ll treat you like one.”
Wyatt raised his fist. “You…”
Seth grabbed his arm. “Hold up. He’s not worth bruising your hand.”
“He fucking hit me!”
“I know.” Seth handed him a short club. “Knock his teeth out.”
Wyatt handed it back. “I can’t do it.”
Clayton laughed. “I told you he’s a bitch.”
Wyatt was boiling with anger. “Why is he acting like this?”
“Because you wanted me to pussy foot around with him, so he has no fear.”
Wyatt became defensive. “Just do whatever you want.”
“You sure?”
“Hell yes!” He glared at Clayton. “I was trying to do you a favor, asshole.”
Clayton grinned. “Fuck you!” He spit at him again.
Wyatt looked as if he had been bullied on a playground. “Make him stop.”
Seth handed Wyatt the channel locks. “Rip out his tongue.”
“I can’t.”
“Then smack him in the face with them.”
“I can’t do that either.”
“Then what can you do?”
“I don’t know, but I want to get his ass back.”
“How about if I make him punch himself a whole bunch of times. Will that be satisfying?”
Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “Maybe.”
Seth looked at Clayton. “Punch yourself in the face.”
“Come over here and I’ll bitch slap you too.”
Seth stepped forward. “I said punch yourself!”
Clayton swung, but Seth grabbed his arm and stretched it out away from his body. He looked at Wyatt. “Rip a finger off.”
Wyatt was shaking. “I… I can’t.”
“Then hold his arm.”
Wyatt grabbed it but Clayton was too strong. “He’s pulling me towards him!”
Seth sliced a gash in Clayton’s bicep with a knife, causing his arm to go limp. “Now you can hold on to the damn thing.”
Wyatt gagged as he stared at the open wound. “I don’t want to do this.”
Clayton was staring in disbelief as he reached for his arm with his other hand. “What the fuck did you do?”
Seth grabbed a hold of Clayton’s small finger with the channel locks and bent it backwards. Wyatt turned his head away. “Oh my God, I can hear his bones breaking.”
Seth twisted the finger around, then ripped it from the joint. He grabbed another finger and squeezed down on it. He yelled over Clayton’s screams, “Punch yourself in the face, asshole!”
Clayton was able to twist his body a little as he reached for his arm. “Let go of my fucking finger!”
Seth bent it backwards, then twisted it. “Punch yourself or I’ll rip it off.”
Clayton started hitting himself.
“Harder!” Seth twisted the finger more.
Clayton was yelling out a roar like a Marine in boot camp as he violently punched himself.
“Hard as you can, asshole!”
Blood starting running out of his mouth and nose as he beat his face while continuing to yell.
Seth released his finger. “You can let go of his arm.”
Wyatt stepped back as he held his hand over his mouth.
Seth looked at Wyatt. “Was that satisfying enough for ya?”
“That was intense.”
Clayton pulled his arm to his chest as he breathed heavily. “You motherfuckers are going to pay for this.”
“Then I better get out my wallet for what’s coming up.” Seth picked up the Jaws of Life so Clayton could see it. “I’m really going to have to pay after I use this on you.”
“Fuck you! You have no right to do this to me.”
“That was the same thing your buddy said.” Seth looked at Darren as he was holding his head down. “You’re being awful quiet.”
He didn’t look up or say anything.
“You apparently have more sense than your asshole friend here.”
Clayton raised his head. “Screw you!”
Seth handed Wyatt the spoon. “When he asks for it, give it to him so he can pop out his eye.”
Clayton jerked at his restraints. “You ain’t gonna make me do shit, motherfucker!”
“You have no idea how much shit you’re actually going to do before this is all over.”
He laid his head back. “I’m done with your bullshit.”
Seth opened the Jaws of Life and stuck the spreaders around his left foot. “You might want to watch this.”
Clayton was looking at him in the mirror. “Just stop playing games and call the police already.”
Seth looked at Wyatt. “See, even after all this he still does not know what kind of predicament he’s in. If I had been able to set the mood from the beginning, he would have been begging instead of being aggressive. I told you pussy footing around would backfire.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I know. It’s my fault that he spit on me and slapped my face.”
“Don’t beat yourself up over that. That kind of stuff happens regardless, but usually only once.”
Clayton started laughing. “You two fuckers axe like I’m not in da room, disrespecting me and shit.”
Seth shook his head. “See, now he’s so relaxed he’s talkin’ ghetto.”
Clayton raised his head and smiled. “You gonna find out about the ghetto, motherfucker, when yo’ ass is in da pen with da brothas. And I know what y’all are up to.” He looked at Wyatt. “What did you call it?” He thought for a second. “Mind meld. You motherfuckers are just trying to do that shit again.”
Seth shook his head. “Do I look like fucking Spock? It was mind rape, asshole.”
“Whatever, peckerwood, but I ain’t fallen fo’ that no mo’.”
“I’m done fucking around. When you’ve had enough pain pop out one of your damn eyes.” He pressed a button on the Jaws of Life. Clayton screamed as his left foot was being crushed. Blood was gushing out as it was being flattened like a pancake. The sound of the bones breaking and the steel horseshoe bending was almost as loud as his screaming. Seth opened the jaws and moved the tool to his ankle, then started crushing it. Clayton was screaming at the top of his lungs as he threw his head and arms around. The larger bones sounded like fireworks popping as they were being crushed like glass. Wyatt turned away when he noticed blood was squirting out of ripped skin like leaks in a water hose. Seth didn’t hesitate as he moved the tool to Clayton’s knee. When the jaws started crushing his bones, Clayton reached out. Seth released the button and yelled at Wyatt. “He wants the damn spoon.”
Wyatt didn’t look as he held it out. Clayton grabbed it and started working it under his right eye.
Seth yelled out, “Don’t fuck it up or I’ll make you pop out your other one.”
Clayton was gagging and the muscles in his neck were sticking out as he worked the spoon around. Between the pain and grossness factor he gave up, pulling out the spoon. He laid his head back and started crying. “Please don’t make me do this. I’m sorry for what I have done.”
Seth pressed the button and started crushing his knee. Clayton’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and his body went limp. Wyatt was worried as he stood looking between his fingers. “Oh my God! Is he dead?”
Seth pulled a syringe out of his pocket. “No. He passed out.” Seth injected him in the neck. “But he’s fixing to be back and full of piss and vinegar.” He looked at Wyatt. “And that little concoction I just gave him will keep him awake for a while, and possibly cause his heart to explode if he gets too excited.”
A few seconds later Clayton raised his head and screamed.
“Welcome back, sunshine.” Seth moved the jaws to his right foot. “Ready for some more motivation?”
Clayton held his hands out. “Please stop! I beg you.”
“I’ll show you the same mercy you showed Mrs. Johnson.”
“But I didn’t torture her. What you’re doing to me is cruel and unusual.”
Seth shook his head. “You�
�re an absolute piece of shit for saying that.”
“Well, it is. And it’s violating my constitutional rights.”
“And you’re a fucking dumbass as well.” Seth started crushing his foot.
Clayton was in so much agony that he shoved the spoon under his left eyeball, twisted it around, then popped it out. His eye rolled down his chest, then to the floor. Clayton was crying hysterically as he held his hand over his bloody socket. Seth looked at Wyatt. “There’s some clotting agent on the cart. Pour it all over his wounds so he doesn’t bleed to death. And make sure you rub it.”
Wyatt had a look of disgust. “With my hands?”
“No. There’s a box of gloves on the cart.” Seth picked the spoon off the floor, then walked over to Darren. “You’re next.” He tossed the bloody spoon at his feet.
Darren looked horrified as he pulled at his restraints. “I didn’t do anything to those people.”
“Then who did?”
He looked towards Clayton. “He did it.”
Clayton turned his head. He could barely talk from screaming and his voice was very raspy. “You lying motherfucker!”
Seth pointed to Clayton. “You said he participated. In fact, you tried to blame everything on him back when you were getting mind raped.”
Darren got mad. “You know I had nothing to do with any of that.”
Clayton glared at him as he held his hand over his eye. “Fuck you, Twink! You ain’t gonna pass all the blame off on me. You know what you did.”
Seth picked up the jaws. “Hey, Twinky, pick an eye.”
He held his hands out. “Hold up, man. I’ll do my time. Just call the police.”
“Why would I call the police if you didn’t do anything?”
He was staring in fear as Seth opened and closed the jaws. “I did, I did. I raped the woman also. I’ll go to jail, please don’t touch me with that thing.”
Seth leaned in close. “Who raped her first? And say it so your buddy can’t hear you.”
He whispered, “G Fly, me, then Andre.”
Seth shook his head. “So, Andre rolled over on y’all.” He looked back at Clayton. “Tell me who raped Mrs. Johnson first. I also want the order, and if your lie is different than your buddy’s lie, I’m going to make you pop out your other eye.”
Clayton was passed the breaking point; he didn’t care if he lived or died. “I raped her first.” He looked at Darren. “Then him. Andre got thirds.”
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