The Savage Outlaw (Sins of Fire Real Anarchy West #4)

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Dr. Smile

T he door was shut and locked. Only table members were allowed. Cyrus, Linc, Slade, Darrow, Custer, Monte, Deed, and Priest. There should have been three more.

In some way, Fitz was getting off easy. Fitz was on the ground, curled up, half naked, looking already half dead. His bloodshot eyes looked up at Priest and he started to shake his head.

“Please,” he whispered. “Just fucking kill me.”

“Chain him up,” Priest called out. “It’s time for the doctor to operate.”

“No,” Fitz said. “No!”

He kicked at Priest. Priest lifted his right foot and stomped down on Fitz’s left ankle. He felt the bones crack and shatter like a bag of potato chips. Fitz started to scream.

“Good,” Priest said. “Scream as loud as you fucking can.”

Darrow and Linc picked Fitz up, chained his wrists and threw the chains over a pipe, hanging him from it. Monte then stripped the rest of Fitz’s clothes off.

“Cold in here, huh?” Monte asked, pointing to the small nub of Fitz’s cock.

“No wonder Mara was so easy to please,” Darrow said. “Her cunt sprays like a broken faucet when I fuck it.” He slapped Fitz in the face. “You hear me, you fucking rat? I stole your wife. I inked her up. I got her pregnant.”

“Darrow,” Cyrus said.

Darrow stepped back. It was now Priest’s time alone. Priest took out the leather sheath and slid the knife from it slowly. He pressed the tip of the knife against Fitz’s throat.

“Do it,” Fitz said. “Fucking do it.”

Fitz’s mouth looked like a horror scene. Blood dried all over his lips and chin. His gums swollen and clotted with a deep, thick, crimson color from when several of his teeth were ripped out forcefully to fake his death.

Priest lowered the knife down and pressed it against Fitz’s stomach. The knife cut skin. Priest knew not to go too deep. The goal wasn’t to kill him. Yet.

With a knife long gash from Fitz’s belly button up to his right nipple, the process had begun. Priest stepped back and then slammed his hand against the fresh wound, digging his fingers, making Fitz scream in pain. Priest then removed his now blood soaked fingers and touched his own face. He pressed his pointer and middle fingers against the corner of his left eye and drew a line down to his chin. He repeated the same with the other side of his own face.

That’s when Priest turned and stepped to the side. He nodded. One by one, each of the guys stepped up to Fitz and dug their fingers into the cut and painted their faces with Fitz’s blood.

“Keep him focused,” Priest said. “No sleeping. This doctor doesn’t use anesthesia.”

Monte had a small, black zippered case with him. He unzipped it and took out a needle and a small vial.

“This will keep him thriving,” Monte said. “He’ll be wide fucking awake. And if he gets tired, I’ve got more of this shit to go.”

Monte injected Fitz with the clear liquid. Within seconds, Fitz’s head perked up and his eyes opened wide.

“What the fuck…” he groaned.

“Oh, yeah,” Linc said. “That got him sped up.”

“Fucking hell, he’s got a boner!” Slade yelled.

“That’s the size of your cock when hard?” Darrow asked. “Poor Mara…”

“You got patches and all that shit too?” Priest asked. “I want to cut his cock off and jam it down his throat.”

“One thing at time,” Cyrus said. “Doctors orders…”

Priest looked at the knife in his hand and nodded. He carefully wiped the blade clean with a white rag that quickly turned red. The blade shined once again.

Priest moved around to Fitz’s back. He stared at the tattoos that cascaded along the rat.

“This is going to hurt a lot,” Priest said. “Feel free to scream.”

Priest cut at the top of Fitz’s neck. He sliced slowly and carefully, blood leaking everywhere. Fitz started to scream and thrash.

“You’re going to make this more difficult,” Priest said as he cut along the back of Fitz’s shoulder.

Once he had a good chunk cut, Priest sheathed the knife and handed it off to Cyrus. That’s when Priest grinned ear to ear and he felt his eyes narrow. Those watching him saw the look of the devil take control. That wild desire for murderous destruction flowing through Priest’s veins so freely and easily.

He grabbed a small flap of cut skin and began to pull. Fitz screamed louder.

“Oh, fuck, his cock is bouncing,” Deed said.

“It’s throbbing,” Monte said.

“If he blows a load of cum at me, I’m cutting his head off,” Linc warned.

Priest pulled harder, feeling the skin tearing from Fitz’s back. It felt like Velcro and super glue. When he felt too much resistance, he reached out and Cyrus gave him the knife.

Priest cut and pulled as though he were filleting a fresh piece of a fish. He paused once halfway done and backed up, admiring his work. It looked like a scene from a gory slasher horror movie.

“You know, Darrow, he hit Mara,” Priest said. “Imagine that. This fucking scum rat taking a swing at her.”

“Priest, what the fuck are you doing?” Darrow growled.

“Tear this fucker’s back right off down to his ass,” Priest said.

Darrow took heavy breaths. He looked around, waiting to see if there were any objections. Fitz hung there, crying. Openly and loudly crying. He just wanted to fall asleep, pass out, or die. But whatever Monte had given him kept him awake and alert. And he felt everything happening.

Darrow walked around Fitz and looked at Priest. “You sure?”

“Positive, brother,” he said. “You stuck up for me when I was in my coma. You proxied and did what was right in my honor. You loved Mara for a long time, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, I did,” Darrow said.

“And you respected the outlaw code with that. I wouldn’t have been able to do it. You deserve this, Darrow. You need this too. This fucking rat abused the woman you love. This fucking rat could have gotten her killed.”

Darrow growled and grabbed at the folded over, huge piece of back skin and pulled with a scream. The sound of the tearing made Slade and Linc both look away. Darrow screamed and pulled even harder, until Fitz’s skin—his back tattoos—were basically in Darrow’s hands.

Priest cut the skin just above Fitz’s ass and Darrow let it fall to the floor with a thick, wet flop . Darrow bolted for a trashcan where he threw up.

Priest stepped on the freshly cut skin. He walked around to the front of Fitz’s body. Fitz’s eyes looked dazed. His body shaking as he was slipping into a state of shock.

Priest slapped Fitz across the face. “Wake up, rat . We’re just getting started with you. Speaking of which… do we have the rats?”

“ R-r-r-r… rats…?” Fitz groaned.

“We got them,” Linc said.

“Good,” Priest said. “Give me one of them right now.”

Priest stabbed the knife into Fitz’s chest and carved another large chunk of skin away from his body. Another tattoo. Removed. Dropped to the floor.

When Priest heard a screeching noise he looked back and saw Monte holding a rat. A living rat.

Priest took the rat from Monte and pressed its face against the fresh cut on Fitz’s chest. The rat made a loud noise and then clawed and bit. Fitz screamed again.

Priest pressed the rat against Fitz’s chest harder and harder, forcing the rat to fight for its life. Which meant it scratched and dug harder at the open wound on Fitz’s chest. Finally, Priest moved his hand and the rat fell to the floor and scurried off, covered in blood.

“Rat’s like to make noise,” Priest said. He looked back. “ Prez , want to help me?”

“Of course,” Cyrus said.

Everyone looked away as Cyrus and Priest forced Fitz’s tongue from his mouth. Priest carved Fitz’s tongue off and dropped it to the floor.

“Rat’s see things they shouldn’t,” Priest then said.

He stabbed Fitz in his left eye and twisted the knife. His eyeball popped and sprayed clear, thick juice.

“Fuck,” Cyrus said.

Dr. Smile knows only pain.

Dr. Smile knows only death.

When Dr. Smile visits…

Priest finished with Fitz’s face and stepped back. There were a few seconds when his stomach did a flip. This was what rats earned and deserved.

“Monte, wake him up,” Priest called out.

“No worries, brother,” Monte said.

He gave Fitz two injections this time, bringing what was left of him back to life.

No eyes. No tongue. Tattoos carved from his skin.

Teeth missing.

Priest demanded whiskey. Slade handed him a flask and he chugged from it. He tried handing the flask back but Slade wanted nothing to do with the blood smeared item.

Priest drank more and then tossed the flask to the ground. He then stabbed Fitz against his forehead and started to cut his scalp. All Fitz could do was make noise, bleed, and mentally beg to just die. All he wanted to do was die.

Priest suddenly stopped. He turned away from Fitz and held his right hand out. Cyrus was there to take the knife, cleaned it and placed it back in the leather sheath.

Linc stepped up to Priest and cupped his face in his hand. Priest was tired, bloody, and sweaty.

“It’s done,” Priest whispered.

“You did it,” Linc said. “ JC would be proud of you.”

Priest walked to a wall and leaned against it. Behind him, Fitz was taken down and placed on the floor. He was then smothered with sugar, honey, and anything else that would entice a rat to feast. Including flesh, muscle, organs…

Monte dumped a bag of pissed off rats onto Fitz. That was the final part. The last part of the treatment from Dr. Smile. Rats eating the rat.

Rats eating the severed tongue, the gouged out eyes. The chunks of cut off skin with tattoos.

Priest walked to the door and unlocked it. He stepped outside into the sunlight and began to walk back to the clubhouse. Covered in blood.

When he got closer to the clubhouse he saw someone standing outside. It was Eden. He gritted his teeth and curled his lip. She was not supposed to see Priest like this.

Yet in Priest’s heart, he was hoping she would have been waiting for him.