Page 37 of Fight
“One… two… three, go!” I yell. Jasper and I hoot and holler as the alpha goes flying into the bed of the truck.
It’s not at all as graceful as I imagined it would be, since his head hits the wheel tub hard, and his now compressed body rolls around the floor as Arthur yells. Jasper climbs up into the bed to secure the alpha to the floor, by hooking the rope around different hooks David has placed there.
My right hand is a bit of a psychopath, but it makes him really good at his job too.
David is loyal, and never blinks twice when I ask him to do something.
“We have a drive ahead of us, so don’t get too comfortable,” Jasper says, pulling a knife from his boot and driving it hard into Arthur’s shoulder with a grunt.
The alpha screams as Jasper and I roll our eyes, and Jasper removes the knife before systematically stabbing him in non lethal places.
“Now we can go,” Jasper mutters, getting down from the truck and closing the tailgate.
Yep, we are definitely going to have a good time as we drive out to the farm. It’s too bad I can’t say the same for Arthur.
JASPER
Arthur Bailey is a whiny bitch, and a poor excuse for a made man. His highly polished shoes can’t grip the floor of the truck bed as he rolls from side to side, as Tommy takes his turns like a NASCAR driver. Granted, Arthur can’t go far because I tied him so well to the various hitches David has installed in the truck bed.
This is definitely a hauling truck, just not for what people usually would expect.
“Mother fucker!” Arthur screams, or I think that’s what it would be if he didn’t currently have a gag worked deep into his mouth.
“He’s begging to be stabbed again,” I say conversationally to Tommy. The back window is cracked open so I can hear our captive screaming. Thankfully, we’re leaving the city into wide open stretches of back roads, so there’s no one to give a shit.
“Eh, burn him instead. I’m about to let him loose to stretch his legs in a bit, so we can use him as target practice,” Tommy says with a cruel smile. There are heavy chains in the back seat to attach to Arthur’s legs so he can’t go far.
Smirking, I pull out the blow torch and set his clothes on fire, enjoying his panicked screams as he tries to get it to go out. Then, I stab him, pushing it deep into his side, making sure not to hit anything vital, while still making sure that it’ll hurt.
Tommy slows down as he pulls to the side of the road, and I grin as I grab the chains. There’s nothing but miles of open farmland and backroad here. Humming, I climb out of the truck to walk to drop the tailgate.
“Hey you rapist wanna-be,” I say cheerfully as I unlatch the little door.
Climbing in, I pull my knife and stab Arthur in the upper thigh, choosing to leave the weapon there for now, since I’m going to leave his arms tightly tied at his back.
“Here’s how this is going to go,” I tell him as I begin to release his legs. “We’re going to let you go…”
Arthur is yelling unintelligibly, making Tommy snort in derision. The old man is holding strong and hasn’t pissed himself yet, though I’m sure that’ll change soon. He’s always thought Tommy was too soft, because he’s never seen how ruthless he truly is. All of that will change today.
Too bad he won’t survive the aftermath.
“So sorry, old man. Can’t seem to be able to hear you,” I say, fastening the heavy chains around his ankles. They’ll keep him from being able to run quickly, because it’s a short length between his legs, but it’ll make him think he’ll be able to survive. His clothes are in tatters, his old man balls are saggy as well. Gross.
“Off you go.”
I untie him from the bed of the truck before pulling off the gag and rolling him out of the truck. Arthur screams as he gets a little air underneath him as he flies off, making me snicker. I live for this shit, I just don’t get to enjoy the adrenaline rush much.
Here and there, Tommy will bring me in to help him torture the shit out of someone, but I don’t specialize in information extraction, so they tend to die too quickly.
“You really should be more careful about running your mouth, Arthur,” my boss and best friend grunts as he picks up a cigar and lights it and takes a small puff to get it going. “I need to make sure I visit the owner of the auction house you tried to sell my girl at. What was her name again?”
“Fuck you, asshole,” Arthur says as he scrambles on the ground, spitting at Tommy. His spittle lands back on him, making him more angry, and earning a kick in the face from Tommy. My best friend presses the cigar into Arthur’s face, making him scream as it burns him.
Rolling my eyes, I reach into the truck from my vantage point in the back, pulling out a baton with an electric prong on it and a few other odds and ends. Hitting the button, I grin as it sparks.
Could we torture him in a darkened room, absolutely. However, I love the rush of chasing down an asshole who chose to hurt someone that’s innocent.
I don’t even know Cerenity Quinn well, but even I can say she didn’t deserve to be treated the way she did. Tossing the baton to Tommy, I sit back and relax against the side of the truck, content to let the boss man shine.