by Lake, Rae B.
"What the hell is that?"
"We need to get him out of here, no?" His eyes squint slightly as he looks at me in confusion.
"I don't have anywhere to take him. I can work with what I have here."
"Nah, don't worry about it. I have a place set up. Got a few things together before I drove over." Roth pulls out a length of rope from inside his jacket and begins to tie up the man on the floor. He tosses me the other rope and I proceed to tie up the doctors’ legs. There are no questions only action. Roth must know that I don't trust him, but it’s like it doesn't even faze him.
"Where is the place?" I ask as I finish tying the man’s legs securely then make my way up to the man's face to wrap some rope around his mouth creating a temporary gag.
"It's about 4 miles from here, an old plastic factory. It's been shut down for years, but I know for sure no one has bought it."
"Got it." I nod and stare at him for a second as he continues to work. He's now going through the doctor's pockets to see if the man has anything that may be of use. He pulls out his phone, keys, wallet, and a small tool of some sort. I've never seen anything like it, but it didn't matter. The good doctor would never need to use whatever it was again.
I stand as lookout as Roth drops Dr. Strand’s body into the trunk of his car.
After that I take the keys and drive the small Prius towards the back of the building where it would be hard to see before I rush over to Roth's car and get in.
"Let's get this party started." I say and wait for him to drive off. It's been so long since I've had to really hurt someone. A fight here and there sure, but it's been years since my last true torture session. Ink took over my job as the club’s pain manager. He's good at it and he needs it. I didn't think I did any more, but the excited feeling I have bubbling up in my chest makes me think otherwise.
I notice that the fence was broken open, "I thought you said that no one has been here?"
"No, I said it hasn't been bought. I came in before I met up with you and dropped off the equipment I could find."
"Are you sure that it's safe?"
"Yes, though you are free to walk through on your own if you like." There was no bite to his words, it was like he had anticipated his actions being questioned.
"Nah, we can walk in together." If there was some type of ambush, he was going to be the first one with my knife in his skull.
"Come on, we can get in this way."
I check out the area and though there are a few boxes around it doesn’t look like anyone has been here in a long while. He pushes open a door and the dust from inside is almost suffocating. I drop the doctor's arm to put a hand to my face. I need a fucking mask in here.
"Push on through it clears up the further we go."
I keep my eyes peeled searching for anything out of the ordinary. Roth leads me to a large room with a lot of industrial metal lining the walls. It was pretty bare, but at least there was a door that would close. Before I walk in, I tell Roth to go in first. He gives me a strange look, but does what I ask.
"Scream, I want to see if I can hear you." I close the door, so he is inside and I assume that he is screaming, but I don't hear anything. When I open the door again his face is a bit red, and his chest is rising up and down like he is out of breath.
"Did you hear me?"
"Nope, silent as ever out here. Good shit." I drag the unconscious man into the room and close the door behind me.
There is a large black duffle bag in the room and a small metal table.
"This is your show Wire. How do you want to do this?" Roth stands back and waits for me to tell him what I need him to do.
The room is bare, but there are large metal hoops jutting out from the ceiling every so often. I could use one of them to hold the doctor's weight. "What do you have besides this rope to hold him with? I want to tie him up there." I point to the hoop and Roth shakes his head as if he knows what I'm getting at. He goes to the bag and comes back with a roll of metal wire along with thick link chain.
"Fucking perfect." I work quickly with Roth's help to get the man attached to the hoop in the ceiling securely with his feet just touching the floor. It did seem as if the hoop was connected into a beam so I was certain that he wouldn't be able to pull it down no matter how hard he pulled away.
"Mmmph ... mmm." Just as we were about to finish with the tying him up the good doctor starts to wake up.
"Hmm? what did you say?" I ask him and pull the rope from his mouth.
"Let me go. You don't want to do this. Just let me go and nothing will happen."
I stare at him for a second trying to understand where the fuck he got the guts to threaten me. It was comical. "No can do. Tell me did my sister ask you to let her go? Did she cry for her parents when you forced her into the arms of those bastards that destroyed her life?" I snarl at him and he has the nerve to laugh.
"The only reason I even remember the girls’ names is because some other club killed off some of our best clients, because of them. I don't even remember what they look like."
The piece of shit! I feel my hands pull back. I start to punch him over and over until my knuckles hurt and I'm out of breath. When I step back, I can see that he is bleeding and cringing in pain, but he doesn't have the look on his face that I want to see—fear and pain. It's one thing to kill someone, but something else entirely to watch the fear in their eyes as they beg to be free of the pain. Just when they think it can't get any worse, I take it to the next level. It's been a long time since I've had to do it. I wonder if I'm out of practice.
Roth is standing off to the side his hands folded neatly in front of his body.
"You said you had some supplies for me?" My voice is calm, and my body is completely relaxed. The hum has descended on me and very soon I will be in my happy place.
"Yeah, right here." He walks over to the large duffle bag and starts to pull things out, laying the larger items on the floor. The smaller items he places on the small table. There were railroad spikes, a mallet, a hammer, knives of all shapes, graters, long syringes, body vices, even a long roll of barbed wire and gloves to use with them. I smile up at him when I see him pull that out. It feels like fucking Christmas.
"I heard you had an affinity for this." He shrugs and steps back.
I pull on the gloves and pick up the barbed wire. It's been so long, so fucking long since I've gotten to do this. I want to go back to when it was a simpler time and all I had to worry about was getting information out of someone or making them pay for their offenses.
"Please, don't do this! I'm a good man, a doctor. I save lives!" I can hear him screaming at me except the sound is muffled as if I'm underwater.
I start to unravel the barbed wire and pull it out straight so he can see its length. Moving behind him I try to get the wire around his head. He jerks around, but he isn't strong enough to pull himself down from his bindings.
"An assist?"
I think I hear Roth speaking, but I'm so into my own world that it's hard for me to understand. When he starts walking in my direction my eyes track his movements. I watch as he puts his hands in the man’s short hair to forcefully hold his head still. Ah, he wanted to play too. That's fine with me, I can share.
I take the barbed wire, a piece of the man’s shirt and making sure not to tie it too tight I wrap it around his mouth like a gag. Now every time he screams the sharp wire would cut deeper and deeper into his mouth—slowly and completely non-lethal.
Roth takes a step back clearly not wanting to get in my way.
I take more of the barbed wire and wrap it around the man's midsection exactly where his rib cage is. Every time he would fill his lungs to scream it would pierce his skin. Slowly and yet again completely non-lethal. I don't know how long Roth intended to stay here, but I had plans for a long day with this doctor.
The man moans, but doesn't scream out. I take a folded photo out of my pocket. It's a copy of one of the pictures that Brendan had sent to me. I smear the ba
ck of it on Dr. Strand’s face to wipe up some of the blood, using it as a glue of sorts. I place the photo directly on the ground in front of him. It's a photo of my sisters when they were just small children, right around the time that he had stolen Simone.
"Now as you scream out for mercy you will remember what they look like won't you?" I smack his chest hard before pressing the barbed wire through his shirt and into his skin. He screams out in agony and as he does the wires around his mouth cut into his skin.
I walk slowly over to the items that are laid out for me to choose from and I pick up a pair of garden sheers that Roth had placed on the table. I walk back over to the man stepping to the side so the photo of my sisters is always in his line of vision. I reach up to one of his love handles and slowly begin to cut away a large chunk of fat. He screams and bucks, but the more he does the slower I go. I cut another piece, and another until it looks like the man was snacked on by a shark. His crimson blood quickly pouring out of his body in rivers. Though it's too quick for me. Ahh, I must be losing my touch. I should have remembered about excess blood flow. I look towards the bag and see that there is nothing there that I would be able to use to stop it.
When I glance over at Roth, his eyes are open wide, and I can see he is fidgeting. Almost like a kid waiting for his turn to go on a ride.
"You got the stomach for this?"
"Fuck yes. What do you want me to do?" he steps forward quickly.
"I need fire, he's bleeding out too much. We have to find a way to cauterize this. I'll leave that up to you." I bump him once with my elbow and go back to the good doctor. Roth moves quickly as he gathers a few items that were already in the room—a metal pipe, a small can, and scraps of plastic. I go to the other side of Dr. Strand and again start to cut at his excess fat. My eyes follow Roth again when he comes up to the man with the few things that he had picked up. At first, he tries to hand it to me, but I'm curious as to what he plans on doing with the materials.
"After you." I stand back to watch.
A devilish smirk crosses Roth's face and I can see the evil man that so many are afraid of breaking through to the surface. He may be trying to lead a good life now. Helping those that he has wronged in the past and even willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Despite that he was a killer deep down and still had his own demons trying to break free. He pulls off another piece of the doctor’s shirt and wraps it around one end of the pole as if it were a grip. He takes a large square shape of the discarded plastic and presses it down to one of the man’s open wounds. Then Roth presses the free end of the metal pole against the plastic to hold it in place and proceeds to light the plastic on fire.
My inner sadist immediately stands up to give him a round of applause. I had never seen anyone do something like that, it was fucking creative to say the least not to mention effective. The man screams and bucks as the plastic bubbles, melting and fusing with the open wound, successfully stopping any blood from coming out of the wound.
"That's what the fuck I'm talking about." It's all the praise I can give. He continues to patch the man up as I cut pieces off of him. The stench from the combination of burning flesh and plastic is enough to make my eyes water. When Dr. Strand is in so much pain that he vomits on the floor and on my sisters' picture, I stop what I am doing and clean it up. Roth stops to wait for me to continue before he does as well. Once I feel like the bastard is minus a significant amount of weight and there is a huge pile of flesh chunks on the side of the floor I decide to switch over to the vice. As I'm walking in front of the man, he must have gotten an adrenaline surge, because he lifts one of his legs and kicks me right in the thigh area. I have no doubt that he was trying to hurt me, but he has no strength left.
"You piece of shit!" Roth jerks in his direction as if he were going to strike the man for hitting me. Protecting me.
When the fuck did that shit start? I didn't have time to think about it, but I would address it eventually.
"Seems to me you don't know how to keep your feet to yourself. Let me help you?" Instead of the vice I pick up the knife and the hammer. I turn to Roth, "Make sure you are ready to stop the bleeding. This motherfucker is going to leak like a burst pipe in a second. "
"On it." He rushes and picks up quite a few more pieces of plastic along with the rope that we used to tie him up the first time. I hold down his leg the best that I could and quickly go to work on sawing his foot from his body. The man screams and bucks until he finally passes out. Once I get to the bone, I use the hammer to slam the knife through the hard material. Surpassing the bone, I continue to saw until his foot was completely clear of his body. It didn't take very long, but just as I predicted he began to bleed tremendously. Roth moves quickly first tying the rope around his lower leg and then cauterizing the stump with the plastic and fire.
Roth had brought along smelling salts and as I was getting ready to hack off his other foot, I use them to wake him up. I didn't want Dr. Strand to miss out on too much of the action. "What do you think? Did we stop the bleeding in time?"
He cries and big tears roll down his face. "Mmm, mmph, mmmm."
I could guess what he was saying, but I wasn't going to take the time to find out right now. Instead, I get back down to the other leg and continue the process of making sure he will never kick me again.
Once both of his feet are chopped off, I pull them out of his shoes and socks. I show them to him. His eyes roll back and I can hear him gagging. Vomit threatening to spew out of his raggedly cut up mouth. "Don't worry, I'm going to give them back." I look over to Roth, "Spikes." He rushes over to the bag, pulls out two railroad spikes and rushes them over to where I am.
"Hold him still. But stay on this side." I give him orders, but don't really make sure that he has paid attention. I settle one of the man’s feet over the upper part of his chest right where his trapezius muscle connects above his clavicle. I bring the spike back and slam it through the foot and impale it onto his body.
"Mmmmm!" Dr, Strand screams loud and an arch of bloody vomit spews out of his mouth. I sigh and go to wipe off my sisters’ picture again, but Roth is already doing it. He's like every sadist’s favorite apprentice.
I wait for him to finish and move over to the other side so I can do the same thing with the next foot.
It's been a few hours of this, but I feel like I could go on forever. Unfortunately, the good doctor is running out of body parts for me to take off. There are still some of the little ones left though.
I yank the man's pants off and go for the grater. His body convulses. Even Roth has to look away for a second as I hold the doctor’s shaft to quickly grate off small slivers of flesh and muscle from his cock. He passes in and out of consciousness three times before I'm finished. When I am done, his urethra and the various veins inside his genitalia are visible.
"Mmmm, mmm, mmmph." The man whimpers weakly. He would die from shock soon, not how I wanted him to go out.
"What was that? You know Roth. I think Dr. Strand is trying to tell us something. Maybe we ought to let him talk?"
"I think so." Roth plays along.
I reach behind the man’s head and unfasten the barbed wire that we've been using as a gag.
I rip it from his face like duct tape, tearing a large chunk of his cheek off with it.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Mercy. I'm sorry." He cries without moving his mouth.
"Mercy? Now you want mercy? Sorry. I don't have any of that to give."
I pull his head up and examine his neck, it's not very thick. I go to the bag and pick up the vice.
I open it as far as it will go and clamp it on his neck. This vice in particular has two metal plates attached to the ends, probably used to hold slats of wood together. Today it would be used to hold his fucking throat together. I position the plates on the front and back of his neck, then quickly begin to turn the lever. Fast enough that he didn't just suffocate since I want him to suffer even with his dying breath. The metal pressing harder and harde
r with no give on his neck. Very quickly I hear bones breaking and taut muscle squelching together as the space in his throat is forced closed. I walk to the front of him and see his footless legs furiously kicking back and forth. His tongue hangs out of his mouth like a dog and his eyes are bulging from their sockets. There was no wheezing, because there was no space for air to pass through his throat. I take another step closer to him and stare directly in his eyes as he slowly and painfully died. I relish in the look of fear in his eyes as death came for him.
Once it was done, I did feel slightly relieved, but I knew that it would never give Simone back the years that she had lost. I couldn't change the past. I was only able to fix what I could now.
"You good?" I ask Roth without turning to him.
"Yeah. I'm fine. How do you want to dispose of him?"
"Bits and pieces will do fine."
Roth moves quickly and I'm right behind him. The both of us moving like some kind of fucked up team.
Getting rid of the body takes another few hours. By the time it's all done I can't wait to find a motel and just sleep for the night. I'm fucking exhausted. Roth drives me back to get my bike and we make our way to a motel that I saw along the way. I think about the look in Dr. Strand’s eyes as he died and wonder what the next man I kill will look like. I've been out of practice for a long while, but tearing people to shreds was just like riding a bike. I would be back in top form in no time.
Dillon
Sleep came faster than usual. Roth decided to stay in a room at the hotel as well, but we didn't speak about any other real plans that we had. I woke to him knocking on my door.
"Sorry man, I tried to call, but you didn't answer. Just making sure that you are ok."
"Yeah, fuck, what time is it?"
"It's nearly two in the afternoon." He chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest leaning against the door.
"Shit, yeah. I was out of it."
He nods, but doesn't say anything else.
Fuck I'm being rude as fuck to someone who just helped me cut a man up. "Damn, my bad. Come in man." I move back so he can walk in.