Meltdown of Mad Dog (Satan's Savages MC Novel #4)

by K E Osborn

  Her breath becomes heavier the closer I get. “Fuck. You,” she whispers when I’m mere millimetres away from her face. I laugh, backing away. I love this woman, but fuck she pisses me off too. Bringing my hand up, I backhand her across the side of her face. Her head turns violently with the harshness of my hit and my hand stings a little from the force.

  She scrunches her eyes tightly, breathing a little faster. “Ow,” she says sarcastically. “But you still slap like a five-year-old girl,” she teases bringing her face to the front and looking right at me with fierce determination in her eyes as she spits out a small amount of blood.

  There she is, the woman I’m increasingly admiring.

  I grin and shake my head. “Violet, why are you acting out? Just behave and this will all be over and done with quickly. You can go home, I can go home. We can make this a happy ever after for all of us,” I berate.

  She scoffs trying to suppress a laugh, it doesn’t work and one slips out. “I’m not some dumbarse, Mad Dog. You and I both know that I’m leaving here in a body bag. So before that happens, I’m gonna try my best to make your life hell. Just to pay you back a little for ruining my life, you fuckhead.” Her fight is back as she sits back in the chair getting comfortable.

  “I don’t have any intentions of you leaving here in a body bag, Violet. In fact, I need you alive. So if you’re acting out in an attempt to get me to kill you, it won’t work.” I decide, to be honest with her.

  She furrows her brows in confusion. “Why the fuck do you need me around? Just kill me, get it over with.”

  I laugh and shake my head. “I want you to come out of this, Boss. I want you to live. You’re feisty, and I don’t want to kill you. You entertain me, but not only that, I need you alive so you can retract your statement to the police. The shit you said is damning us to hell, and we can’t have shit like that bring us down—”

  “You think I’m going to retract my statement just because you want me to. Ha! Not likely. I’m going to name and shame each and every single one of you, and if you let me go, that’s a promise I will keep.”

  “I would advise against that, Boss. We do have our ways of persuasion you know. Either way, you will be retracting your statement. No matter how long we have to torture you for,” I say and turn to walk out the door.

  “Torture me for as long as you like, it won’t change my mind,” she yells, and I stop in the doorway.

  “Well, that’s a lovely shade of Violet on your face, Boss. It could get worse you know?”

  “Yeah, well, if you’re referring to my bruising, some spineless fuck did that to me.”

  I raise my eyebrows with a smirk. “Spineless, you say?”

  “Yeah, couldn’t even do it himself, he got one of his vaginas to do it for him.”

  Laughing, I shake my head and traipse back across to her. “You think you’re so funny, don’t you?”

  “I don’t think… I know I am,” she replies with a shit-eating grin.

  “Well then, how’s this for funny?” I grab the hair on the top of her head and slam it back against the metal chair. She yelps as her eyes roll around in her head. “And what about this?” I ask as I slap her harder than last time across the face, feeling her lip ripping apart against my hand as I whack her. “Still think it’s funny?”

  She opens and closes her eyes a couple of times, and looks directly at me spitting blood on the floor at my feet. “I think it’s hilarious,” she replies cockily.

  I frown, grunting as I look over to Acid. “You’ll never learn will you, Boss?” I ask nodding at Acid.

  He walks over to Violet, and he smiles at her like he’s having a great time. I’m surprised he didn’t bare his teeth at her, to be honest. I walk out of the room and around to the viewing window. It’s one way so I can see in but she can’t see me.

  “Now make sure you scream. I like it when people scream for me,” Acid murmurs grabbing her pinky finger and pulling it backwards. The crack resonates through the room. I wince while she screams loudly as her finger touches all the way back to her hand. She cries as she looks down at her broken finger and her head slumps forward, breathing in and out quickly though her mouth.

  “Have some respect for Mad Dog, Boss, and you’ll get out of this with a lot fewer breaks and cuts,” Acid says kissing her on her cheek. She shakes her head to fight him off, and he chuckles. “Have a good night, Boss,” he says and walks toward the door. He closes it shut, and Violet looks around the room like she’s a little lost being in there all alone.

  She looks down at her deformed finger again, and she rests her chin on her chest just breathing.

  Time for round two.

  “Okay Blade, hit it,” I say and he hits the light switch in the room so she is left in complete darkness. Then over the sound system he sends a high-pitched squeal through the speakers and then leans down to talk through the microphone. “Boss, we suggest you get some rest. It’s going to be a long night,” Blade says and then chuckles.

  “I’ll rest when I’m dead,” she yells.

  “Fair enough! We’ll give you some thinking music to help you relax then,” Blade suggests and then hits play on the stereo. We have a playlist of death metal songs, and they will screech out loudly through the room, so loud you can feel the vibration through the floor. The screaming in the songs is painful to the ears, and this form of torture while in the dark is terrible. But add to it strobe lighting, and it’s downright torturous. “Here’s some peaceful mood lighting to settle you down, Boss,” I say over the microphone.

  Blade flicks the switch and strobe lighting flickers through the room. He turns off the light sending the room back into darkness. This would be disorientating for her. We wait a little while and flick it back on, repeating the process a few times.

  “Violet,” Acid says through the microphone repeatedly in a menacing tone, just to make her uncomfortable. We need to wear her down, so she has no choice but to sign over the business to us.

  The over stimulation is getting to her, she’s fidgeting, and her body is tense. I know she’s near breaking point when suddenly she screams out loud.

  “Cut it,” I demand. Everything stops—the music, the flashing lights, the taunting. The room is filled with silence as her heavy breathing is the only sound filling the room. Her clenched eyes remain closed for a little while until she slowly opens them blinking a few times to adjust to the single strobe light in the room.

  “Just kill me,” she says under her breath.

  “But this is so much fun, Boss,” I tease as I enter the room, grabbing the crowbar from the bench just outside.

  “Fuck off! You fucking cunt,” she chides with a smirk.

  I laugh, shaking my head that she still has the strength to argue back. “Has anyone ever told you that you have a filthy mouth for a woman?”

  She shrugs. “Well, you have an ugly face, but you don’t see me complaining.”

  I frown clenching the crowbar in my hand. Her eyes open wide, seeing my tool, as I walk across to her. My frown turns into a salacious grin as I bring the crowbar up and smash it down into her décolletage. She screams out breathlessly, the force pushing her back into the chair as she gasps for air while I laugh.

  “There, that should shut your vulgar mouth up for a little while. Now, I want you to listen, and listen well.” I place my hand under her chin and raise her head up to look at me. Her eyes are misting up from the obvious pain. “Okay?” I ask, and she nods slightly still trying to catch her breath as she winces in pain. “Right, we have you here, and we won’t let you go until you have agreed to our conditions. Retract your statement about us, saying it was all a lie, and you have nothing further to add.” I take my hand from her chin as she closes her eyes and shakes her head from side to side.

  Huffing, I flare my nostrils. “Is that a no?” I ask.

  She simply nods, she obviously can’t talk.

  “Right, well, I guess I’ll get Chops in here then to see if he can change your mind,”
I say and wave to the door. I didn’t want to do this, Chops is a sick fucker with women, with men it’s all blood and guts but with women, he can be a little… dirty. But she’s a madam she’s used to this shit, I suppose.

  Chops walks in carrying a bucket of water, a sack and a filthy grin all over his face.

  “So as you probably remember, most of us don’t like to fuck whores like you ‘cause you’re full of dirt and disease, but Chops here, he’s a crazy fucker. He’ll fuck anything with a heartbeat. Hell, he will even fuck anything without a heartbeat if you know what I mean? He’s a sick, twisted fuck… so, I’ll leave you to it,” I say blasé and walk out of the room and back out behind the one-way mirror leaving her with Chops. I feel sorry for her. He isn’t the club torturer for no reason. He’s good at his job, sometimes too good. I just hope he doesn’t go too far with her. We need her alive after all.

  Taking a seat on the stool by the one-way window, and take a deep breath preparing to watch Chops and his interrogation of Violet. Switching the control switch of the speakers on so I can hear what’s going on in the torture room, I watch as Chops walks around the front of Violet and his head bobs up and down as if he’s leering at her.

  “So sweetheart, there’s a couple of ways this can go. I can either get your acceptance of our terms now, or we can play for a while and I’ll get it after? It really is all up to you.” He kneels down in front of her.

  Acid starts to chuckle next to me and I roll my eyes, this kid really does love this side of stuff a little too much. He’s going to end up being Chops’ protégé, I think.

  Violet opens her eyes wide as Chops runs his hands from her ankles, moving them up her naked legs. “Your skin is so soft, Boss. I can’t wait to taste it.”

  Sick fuck! I shake my head. Poor girl furrows her brows in obvious confusion as I roll my eyes at him. She tries to flinch away, not saying anything. I think my hit with the crowbar must have hurt her voice box or something because surely this fiery pocket rocket would be telling him to fuck off if she could by now.

  Chops’ hands run up past her knees, along her thighs, her body tenses as her eyes open wider in understanding.

  “Oh, now-now, Boss. No need to be shy,” Chops chirps.

  She wriggles as his hands move up her dress a little higher, her bottom lip trembles and I almost want to go in there and stop him from touching her, but we need this business. I need this to keep this club alive, so Chops has to do what he has to do to get her to retract the statement and sign Cupiditas over to us.

  She really starts to move around in her seat, her face contorting with fear? Pain? Both? As Chops’ hand grazes higher and higher up her leg. He pulls her dress up over her hips flashing her pussy for all of us to see. The dirty bitch isn’t wearing underwear.

  “I’m going to enjoy this. I can smell that dirty cunt of yours.” Chops’ thumb grazes up her thigh and touches the crease leading to her clit. Her face contorts with utter rage, and I watch as she moves her mouth from side to side and then spits right in Chops’ ugly mush.

  We all laugh a belly laugh, luckily he can’t hear us.

  “Bitch has some fight still in her, hey Prez?” Acid asks.

  I nod and smile. “Sure does, thank God, I’d be disappointed if she didn’t.”

  Chops pulls back and wipes the spit from his mouth as he stands abruptly, his chest heaving with anger. He wouldn’t have liked that one little bit. I glance at Violet as she shuffles her hips making the dress fall back down covering her pussy. She still has some dignity—good for her.

  “Right, straight to the torture then, no play for you. Just so you know, I would’ve made you scream in pleasure, but now I’ll make you scream in agony instead, you little whore,” Chops hisses as he walks over to the bucket of water.

  Chuckling to myself, I shake my head. Poor Chops, he never has any luck with the ladies. It’s probably those God-awful sideburns he insists on having.

  Violet moans slightly gaining all of our attention, and Chops looks at her with a smirk. “Oh, it’s nice to know you’re getting your voice back, I wanna hear your gurgles when I drown you,” he says bringing the bucket into her view. He throws the sack over her head while she shakes her head from side to side, but he manages to place it over her face. Her voice doesn’t drown out this time as she lets out a scream and Chops smirks. “That’s it girlie. Let me know how scared of me you are. You’re giving me a boner with the fear I feel pulsating from you.”

  He pulls on the string on the back of the sack and ties it to the top of the chair forcing her head backward. She yelps out in pain as her chest is heaving rapidly. I can just imagine how utterly terrified she’d be right now.

  I feel for her. I do. But there’s no other way.

  “Please make it quick,” Violet mumbles as Chops prepares the bucket.

  “Oh sweetheart, I’m going to make this last as long as I can. I fucking love this shit.”

  He really does, he’s a sick twisted fucker, and that’s why he makes the best torturer because he lives for this shit. He stops all his movements and makes it so the room is deadly silent. That in itself is a form of torture. For Violet having the sack on her head, not being able to see, not hearing anything and not knowing what’s coming, would be driving her crazy, but giving Chops a hard-on at the same time. He waits for a little while and then bends down picking up the jug, placing it in the bucket and scooping out some water. The noise would be terrifying to Violet. Her hands clench onto the seat showing me she is exactly that–terrified–and I take a deep breath for her. This won’t be pleasant.

  Chops waits and she gasps loudly, and then he pours the liquid right onto her face through the sack. She struggles in the chair, shaking from side to side, as her head is locked in place and she coughs and splutters while the water goes down her throat and nose. She starts to choke and I tense, sitting up higher in my seat, my heart racing slightly.

  “C’mon Chops, let her breath mate,” I whisper, and as if he hears me, which I know he can’t, he stops pouring the water. My body relaxes as she starts gasping for air through her coughs as her body is visibly shaking.

  “How was that, Boss?”

  She gasps for air and coughs slightly sucking in air. “You call that… torture,” she spits out through staggered breaths.

  Chops laughs and pulls harder on the sack making her head pull back even further. Her chest is rising and falling so fast I’m not sure if she’s even pulling in any oxygen as Chops is playing the waiting game again. He’s messing with her anxiety, playing with her head. Making her think he’s coming in for another round, but he’ll wait until she thinks it’s all over and start again.

  She takes a deep breath, and I watch as her chest stops moving. She’s a smart one, but Chops knows this move all too well. If you hold your breath so the water won’t go in, he’ll wait till you can’t hold your breath any longer and then, then he’ll strike. You can’t outwit a man who’s been torturing for thirty years, Violet darling.

  I give her credit, she can hold her breath for a long time and Chops is chewing on his lip looking very impatient, but she’s wriggling slightly which means she’s close to breaking point. She gasps and takes in a big lungful of air and Chops pounces drowning her in another wave of water. Just as the jug empties he quickly fills it and splashes on more. There’s no room for her to catch a breath as she writhes in the chair from the lack of oxygen.

  I stand up, my heart racing, as I watch Chops grinning like a mad fool.

  He’s taking this too far.

  Her body clenches tightly, every muscle contorts, and I shake my head.

  “Fuck!”

  My feet carry me quickly as he dumps another load of water on her. Racing into the torture room, I run up to Chops just as he’s about to throw over another load, and smash it out of his hands.

  “What the fuck, you cock head. You’re going to kill her!” I yell.

  He looks down at her. Her tense body from before now motionless and still. �
��Shit, sorry, I get carried away. I’m not used to torturing without the kill.”

  “Well, fucking help me you prick!” I demand racing to her and undoing the strap on the sack and pulling it off her head. Her lips are blue, and her face is pale.

  “Blade, do something,” I call out, and he rushes in, her head flops to the side.

  Shaking my head, he steps up to her and starts pushing on her stomach. She convulses with his movements, but rivulets of water start to flow from her mouth. She suddenly coughs up large mouthfuls of water, and her eyes flicker slightly.

  “Oh, thank fuck! Chops go get a torch,” I demand, and he goes off in search of one. She blinks a few times and Blade gently slaps her across the face to bringing her to, as Chops hands Blade the torch. He shines it in her eyes as she winces slightly from the light intrusion. She’s breathing, but she isn’t waking up.

  “She might take a while to come to, Prez,” Blade says.

  Nodding, I chew on my bottom lip and huff. “Okay watch her and call me when she starts to rouse.”

  Walking out of the room, I run my hands through my hair. We’ve been here for little over half an hour already. I didn’t want to be here too long, and now Violet has passed out. Who knows how long we’ll be here for?

  I pace around the back area drinking from a bottle of whiskey. Men are coming and going from the room. I can hear Violet gurgling and breathing heavy from the other room, so at least, I know she isn’t dead, just merely trying to stay alive. Fucking Chops! I’m fuming, and every minute that ticks by, I’m getting angrier and angrier.

  Looking down at my watch, I notice I’ve been waiting for nearly two and a half hours. She’s got to be awake soon, surely?

  “She’s coming to, Mad Dog,” Blade calls out. So I rush back in, and Violet’s body clenches sitting up a little straighter, making me sigh in relief. She looks ahead, still fairly pale, as we all look at her watching to make sure she doesn’t pass out again.