Virginity Sold : A Night To Remember Auction

26. Killain

“What’s up?” I ask once we’re in the hallway.

“John got physical confirmation that it is indeed Jeffrey and Elena’s mother in the motel.”

“What are we waiting for? Let”s go pick both of them up and end this.”

“Patience, Killian. We need to be careful, especially with Elena. We need to know what happened.”

“So, what the fuck are we doing, then? We’re just gonna stand around and twiddle our thumbs?” I snarl at my uncle, who shoots me a look I’ve only seen him give someone he’s about to annihilate.

“Watch your mouth. Let’s go.”

I follow him to the elevator, stepping inside when the doors open.

The ride down is over quickly and we’re heading out of the hospital when Uncle Liam’s phone rings again.

“Perfect. You know where to go,” he tells whoever is on the other end of the phone.

All I want to do is end Elena’s parents. Well, not completely, but I do want them to suffer. I have to keep my promise to Kyrian; he wants to be there when we end them and have his own taste of revenge.

Glancing over to Uncle Liam, he’s clenching his teeth so hard I can hear them grinding against each other. His hands have turned white from the death grip he has on the steering wheel. He hasn’t had this intense of a look in ages.

Pulling out my phone, I pull up my message thread with Kyrian and text him.

Me: Did they bring her medicine?

Kyrian: Yeah, the nurse wanted to get a little bitchy about how Elena wasn’t the only patient in the hospital and ringing the buzzer repeatedly was not necessary.

Me: Need they be reminded who’s paying her bill?

Kyrian: Don’t worry, I reminded the bitch who we were and that all it took was a phone call and this hospital would be ours and her ass would be out on the street turning tricks to earn a living.

Me: Did you hear how Elena answered Uncle Liam?

Kyrian: I did. My sunshine’s in there and she just needs to break free.

Kyrian: I’m going to keep reminding her who we are and that we want her.

Kyrian: She’s drifting off.

Me: Keep me updated if anything changes. If she remembers, let me know.

Kyrian: You remember your promise, I know wherever you and Uncle Liam are going has to do with her shit stain parents.

It’s only when I look up and glance out the window do I realize where we’re at.

“Are we heading to your old warehouse?”

“We are. There’s two packages there waiting on us, thanks to John and his men.” Liam smiles widely and the thrill of the impending torture courses through my veins.

I rub my hands together, ready to make them pay for what they did to my sweet cookie.

“Do they understand the reason for being there?”

“If they don’t, they will once we arrive.” Uncle Liam’s face is hard, just like the days when he used to kill for joy for Grandpa.

It takes another twenty minutes before we finally pull up to the warehouse thats located just outside of town. He keeps the building up since we use it primarily for meetings now. He clicks the remote on the visor and the bay doors open so we can pull inside.

John’s seated at a table right inside the doors, legs stretched out with his feet propped on top of it. He has a knife and block of wood in hand, carving one of his weird little figurines.

“Where are they?” Uncle Liam barks as he opens the car door.

“Got them strapped to the tables and stripped down to their birthday suits. I got tired of their pleas to let them go, so I had one of the boys take a shit and wipe his ass on some rags and stuff them in their mouths. They tried to fight, so I told him to add some tape.”

Uncle Liam and I both grin. John is one demented fuck.

“Good. Let them choke on it for a little longer,” Liam states gruffly.

“I found this, too. Don’t know how much is still there since they had enough drugs and alcohol in there to host a fucking party.” John lifts his feet off the table and bends down, picking up two black bags and sets them on the table.

Uncle Liam steps over to it, pulling the zipper of one of the bags open. Reaching in, he pulls out a stack of bills, then places it back inside and zips it up. “Killian, put these in the trunk of our car.” He passes me the keys and the bags, and I promptly follow his instructions.

Those fucking bastards took the money my girl gave her virginity for. This is undeniable proof they’re the ones responsible for Elena lying broken in the hospital, with no memory of us.

“Thanks, John. I’ll have the usual amount plus a bonus deposited into your account by morning.”

“It’s always a pleasure, Liam. Have fun, but put on gloves before you remove the rags. Herb made sure they were extra shitty, knowing who he was. It took everything in me for my knife not to slip out of my hand and accidentally land in his throat.”

John stands from the table and heads out the bay door, leaving Uncle Liam and me alone with the Hastings.

Pulling out my phone, I send a message to Kyrian.

Me: We have them at the old warehouse.

As I type out another message, the bubbles pop up and down on the screen, letting me know Kyrian’s replying.

Me: How is Cookie?

Kyrian: Good. Don’t forget your promise. I want to give the final blow.

Kyrian: Still sleeping.

Me: I promised you I would. I just need to make sure Uncle Liam saves some for you.

He doesn’t say anything back. Instead, he sends me a picture of my cookie, sleeping. She needs to rest so she can heal. Once she’s discharged from the hospital, she’s coming home with us. It looks like we all will be moving in with Uncle Liam.

“Let’s go talk to the fucks.” Uncle Liam slips on a pair of gloves before tossing a pair to me. I put them on quickly, not wanting to touch the rags in their mouths with my bare hands.

As we move further into the warehouse, we see them struggling against the straps that hold them down. Jeffrey’s flaccid cock and Sally Anne’s shriveled-up body are on full display.

I turn my head to the side, burying it in the crook of my arm to disguise the gagging. These two have no right to be naked in front of anyone.

Uncle Liam positions himself between the two tables, finally becoming visible to both of them. He slowly walks forward until he comes to a tray covered with a white cloth. Pulling it off, my face lights up at all the pretty tools laid out on it like a display at Christmas.

Knives, pliers, razors, and a hammer, amongst other things. Every one of them is enough to make a serial killer jizz in his pants.

“Welcome to my place. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Jeffrey. You’ve done a good job of keeping yourself hidden. Hell, I didn’t even know about your family. I’d be curious to know how you kept them a secret, but truthfully, I don’t fucking care. What I do have concerns with is the people in my life that you hurt.” Uncle Liam talks like he’s giving an inaugural speech.

“You see, a year ago Jeffrey, you took two very important people, not only from me, but my two nephews. You left them without parents and instead of paying for that crime, you disappeared. Oh, I searched, but you vanished into thin air.” Uncle Liam seizes one of the knives and positions himself between the tables as they squirm under the restraints. “And this skank, is she your wife?”

We both already know the answer.

“Jeffrey, I asked a question. The polite thing to do is answer,” my uncle says, just before lifting his arm and bringing it down swiftly, stabbing him in the thigh.

The maggot opens his mouth to scream, but the soiled rag muffles the sound.

“Uncle, how forgetful of us to ask a question and expect an answer when the person can’t respond.”

My uncle lets out a sinister laugh before stepping over to the cart and picking up another knife.

“Jeffrey, please forgive me. How rude of me to ask a question when you can’t answer. Here, let me help you out.” He stops beside Jeffrey’s head and takes hold of the duct tape, ripping it from his mouth. Jeffrey screams, but the shitty rag still mutes it.

Uncle Liam takes hold of the edge of the rag and pulls it out, scrunching his nose as he drops it on the floor.

“Is that better?” he asks.

“Fuck you! Once I’m free, I’m going to kill you,” he shouts, sending us both into a fit of laughter.

“Kill me? It’s novel that you think you can. First, you’re never getting off that table. Secondly, well, there isn’t a second. Now, I believe I asked a question.” Uncle Liam thrusts the knife down into his other thigh, as Jeffrey’s head lifts off the table in a bone-chilling wail.

“Fuck you,” he manages to get out through gasps.

“Killian, let’s see what the bitch has to say.”

“Sure thing, Uncle.” I step closer to Sally Anne, glaring down at her as tears stream from her eyes. I wonder if she has hopes of escaping—that we may somehow find sympathy within our hearts and let her go, not holding her responsible for the sins of her husband.

Taking hold of the edge of the tape, I snatch my hand back, taking the shit rag with it; her shrill screech rings in my ears, threatening to burst my eardrums.

“We didn’t do anything. You have the wrong people,” she cries.

“So you’re not Elena’s parents? Is that not her money in the bags that were found with you at that seedy ass motel? And it wasn’t the two of you that beat the shit out of her and left her to die? Someone broke her nose…” I don’t even think, my fist rears back and I punch her, blood spurting as she shrieks. I can hear the bones crunching under the force of my knuckles and I take delight that she can’t even reach up and hold her face. “My mistake.”

“That little cunt deserved everything she got. She was a good-for-nothing brat that should never have been born.” Jeffrey spews his venom.

My blood boils at his words.

“You let him talk about your daughter like that? What kind of mother are you?” I ask the bitch on the table, giving her one chance to offer anything even slightly redeemable about her. I just need to have a small smidgen of something to help me understand why my cookie would stay around and care for her.

“She’s nothing but a means to an end. Because of her, the love of my life left me and I was stuck with a kid I couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard I tried. Trust me, I never wanted her to begin with.”

I see red.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m picking up the screwdriver from the table and stabbing it into her shoulder, twisting it. With it in this position, I’m ensuring she feels the utmost agony.

We spend the next hour torturing them, but never inflicting an injury that would kill them. No, that gift is being left for Kyrian. When I talked to Liam about it, he was ecstatic.

But for now, we need to get back to the hospital and see our girl. We’ve been gone far too long.

Death will be coming soon, and he has two people”s souls on his collection list. Ones we’re happy to hand over.