19. Chapter Seventeen
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
DECCAN
C racking his neck, Deccan turned to face the man restrained in the chair. His right eye was swollen shut as tears leaked from it.
“Please,” he begged.
Deccan stalked back to him, landing several more punches to the guy’s stomach. He doubled over, coughing as he tried to catch his breath.
“Why the fuck were you following her?” Deccan asked, taking a step toward him.
The man in the chair looked like he was about to piss himself. Which was right where Deccan wanted him.
“W-what are y-you talking about?” he stuttered.
“Why the fuck were you following Echo?” he asked again. “Do I need to spell it out for you?”
“I wasn’t following her!” His voice got higher as Deccan moved forward.
“Then why did I watch you follow her?”
The man shook his head. “I wasn’t! I promise! I was walking home! I live a couple of houses down from her. ”
Deccan looked across the room to Ace, who shook his head.
“Wrong.”
The man was a blubbering mess as he paced closer.
“You should know never to lie to me. Do you know who I am?” Deccan cocked his head.
“N-no.”
“Deccan, President of the Springfield Sinners.”
The man’s face went sheet white as Deccan finished speaking. He loved the look of pure terror running across people’s faces when he introduced himself.
“I promise I wasn’t following her!” he yelled. “Please, I’m begging you. I didn’t know you were the president of the Springfield Sinners. Nothing happened.”
“So something was going to happen?”
He shook his head. “No, man! I promise, nothing was going to happen to her. I don’t even know who she is.”
Deccan walked over to his trolley of toys.
“Who sent you?” he asked, running his hands over the pliers and then the scissors.
“N-no one!”
He turned around. “I don’t believe you. Who the fuck sent you to follow my girl?”
“No one!” the guy gripped onto the chair’s arm.
Deccan chuckled and grabbed the pliers from the table.
“Do you know what these are?” He waved the pliers in the air.
The man’s eyes went wide as he stared at the pliers. If his face could get any whiter, it did. Oh, Deccan loved to terrorize and torture people.
“Answer my fucking question!” Deccan yelled.
“P-pliers!” he screamed, stumbling over the word. “They are pliers!”
“And do you know what I’m going to do with the pliers?”
He shook his head.
“I’m going to slowly pull your fucking fingernails out if you don’t truthfully answer my fucking questions. Do you understand?” Deccan barked.
The man nodded and kept his eyes on the pliers.
“Who the fuck sent you?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” the man shrieked.
Deccan opened his left hand and started to hit the pliers in his open palm.
“Not good enough. Who the fuck sent you to follow her?” Deccan growled.
The man opened and closed his mouth several times, taking too long. Deccan smiled sickly at him, grabbing his hand and clamping the pliers around the fingernail of his index finger.
“Please,” he begged.
But Deccan didn’t wait. Pulling the pliers back, he ripped the fingernail clean off. The guy screamed bloody murder as Deccan took a step back and admired his handiwork. He dropped the fingernail on the guy's lap, reminding him of what would happen if he didn’t answer the question.
“I told you to fucking answer my question or I would rip your fingernails out. So, who the fuck sent you to follow my girl?”
“I don’t know! I really don’t know! I’m telling the truth. He didn’t tell me his name.”
“What did he look like?” Ace demanded.
The man turned his head, trying to look around and see where Ace was. But there was no way he would be able to.
Deccan took a step closer to him, and his eyes trained back on him. Before he could say anything, Deccan clamped the pliers around one of his fingernails and slowly started to pull. The man screamed, thrashing around in his chair as Deccan removed the fingernail.
He sobbed, tears and snot rolling down his face.
“Ugh, what is that smell?” Ace asked.
“He’s pissed himself. Probably shat himself as well.” Butch wrinkled his nose.
Deccan got in front of the guy and yanked his head back.
“He fucking asked you a question. I expect you to answer unless you want another fingernail ripped out,” he growled before letting go of the man.
“I d-don’t. I d-don’t remember w-what he asked!” the man sobbed.
“What did he look like?” Ace asked again.
“Brown h-hair. Short. T-tall and skinny.”
Ace sighed. That wasn’t much of a description to go off.
“What did he want you to do?” Deccan asked.
“Just watch her. That was it. Nothing else. Paid me a hundred.”
“Hundred grand?” Ace’s voice was full of shock.
The man shook his head. “Hundred bucks.”
“He knew you would get caught,” Ace mumbled.
“Did he tell you anything else?” Deccan asked, ignoring Ace.
“N-no.”
Deccan walked away, putting the bloody pliers back on the table before turning around. The man relaxed in the chair, and Deccan couldn’t help but smile. Alarm went across his face, but before he could tense up, Deccan punched him several times across the face.
He screamed in pain as his cheek split open.
“Please!” he begged. “Please. I don’t know anything!”
“But I think you do,” Deccan said, pulling his head again .
“Please,” he squealed. “I don’t know anything else. He didn’t want me to do anything else but loosely follow her.”
Deccan let go of his hair and took several steps back. The man really didn’t know anything else, or he would have given it up by now.
“Butch, finish him off.”