Chapter 27
Alexander
There’s beauty in torture.
To do what I do you have to have a certain artistry to yourself, carving the flesh from a body is a skill you master over time. If I ever had to give up doing what I do, I would become a mortician. Death fascinates me. It’s not something that can be avoided. Death is inevitable, that's why life is so precious and revered because you only live once.
This stupid bitch thinks chaining me up in the very room I used to extract information from many men will have me crumbling and begging for mercy. I’ll never beg. Pleading for my life is something I’ll never do. Pain is but a fleeting moment and I’ve survived hell. Whatever she or those fucking idiot twins have planned won’t break me. Even if they do succeed in killing me, their brothers will come after them and finish the job I failed to complete.
I know the game she’s playing. She tried to get into my head when she held a gun to Omen’s head and said I either come with her willingly or she’ll kill them. I agreed without complaint, because one life as opposed to five is not worth it. My life doesn’t mean more than theirs. On the plane she had me chained and fucking cuffed to the seat with a gag in my mouth. The dirty fucking rat called Tatum beside me and had it on speaker. Just the sound of her voice calmed the wild rage festering inside me. The way Tate fought back without breaking down and threatening Desire made me hard, but when she said she loved me too, that shit solidified something inside me. It was like something inside me revived and for the first time in years, I could breathe without pain.
Desire saw it in my eyes. She knew I would never come back to her or even work for her again. Yes, I fucked her but I never felt anything romantic toward the twisted bitch. Desire is the type of woman to jump from bed to bed if it meant gaining more power. As soon as I found out she was fucking her way through her father’s men, I stopped sticking my dick in her washed up cum dumpster. The second we landed in Chicago, she had her men bring me straight here. From the hunger pains and how thirsty I am I would say I’ve been chained in here for at least two or three days. I can’t feel my arms, they went dead hours after they were chained above my head. My ankles are cuffed, my shirt and pants were cut off, leaving me in my boxers.
They cranked up the AC in here and have blasted some heavy metal shit nonstop to try and get me to lose my shit and go a little insane, but their methods are pitiful and fucking pointless. To truly break someone, you need to find what they care about most and take that away from them, then break their bodies. Induce as much pain as you can while never giving into their pleas. The tactics they are using are childish and half assed, and honestly, I’m offended. When you have someone like me in your midst, you pull out all the stops and hold nothing back.
When the music finally stops my ears ring and for a good few minutes I’m unable to hear anything except for the ghost of the music that has been playing nonstop. I don’t show any signs of relief or even change my breathing because I know they are watching, they’re trying to figure out what my breaking point is. They’ll never find it because she’s already dead. They have no leverage on me. The AC is the next thing to go. I fight not to smirk because this shit is hilarious. Desire tried to get me to train a few of her men in my artistry but I refused. This isn’t something that can just be taught, there is a hunger and a need that you have to have before you can even stomach the thought of doing what I do. If this is the best she’s got, then I’m gonna die of boredom.
I hear the lock on the door turn but I keep my head down and remain still. When it opens and I hear heels clicking against the concrete floor, I fight back my eye roll. Not wanting to give the bitch the upper hand, I speak before she does.
“I’m not in the mood for your bullshit, Desire. I was in the middle of daydreaming about how you’ll die slowly and you ruined the moment by coming in here.” My voice is scratchy and my throat is drier than a nun’s pussy, but I don’t let any of that show.
I grind my teeth when she grabs my chin and digs her nails into my flesh, forcing my head up to meet her gaze. Her blues don’t offer the solace that Tatum's do. Desire’s shine with nothing except for greed, anger and jealousy. Clearly, Tate’s comment is still bristling inside her and she hates knowing that some blonde haired, blue-eyed woman has come into my life without meaning to and stole the one thing she could never have, my heart.
“You are going to regret ever leaving me and choosing that little slut.” Malice is thick in her tone. I fight back the urge to headbutt her for speaking about Tate like that. I have never killed a woman and technically, I don’t class Desire as one because she’s had enough dicks inside her to be classed as one of the boys.
“There was never a choice, because you were never an option for me,” I clap back. Her nails pierce my flesh. The sting of pain just brings a smile to my face, knowing I’m the one that is chained but I’m getting to her.
“I’ve always been out of your league,” she sneers. “You are going to scream for me and beg for mercy but you’ll never receive it. I warned you what would happen if you defied me.”
“You keep spitting that shit and you may just believe it yourself.” Her eyes burn with anger at my reply. “You knew I was running game and turned a blind eye until I brought Tatum in. This is why you were never meant to lead the family, you think with your pussy not your head.” She grips my cock with her free hand and squeezes. I grind my teeth so fucking hard I swear I heard them crack. When the scornful cunt twists her wrist, a growl filled with pain escapes me which makes her smile. When the cunt begins to stroke me, that’s when I start thrashing against my restraints to escape her unwanted touch. I will my cock to remain flaccid and not give this cum guzzling bitch the satisfaction of getting me hard.
“Ma’am, you have to see this.” Desire pouts and winks smugly. My chest is rising and falling in quick pants. I flick my gaze toward the door to see it’s Devon, the little fuck just earned his and his brothers freedom for barging in here. He glances at me briefly and I give him a subtle nod in thanks.
“What is it?’ she bites out, then releases her hold on me. I sag in my chains, relieved to have her touch vanish from my body.
“A blockage has been formed on the street.” Desire frowns.
“Who the fuck is it?” she snaps.
Devon glances at me for a second before looking back at her. “We believe it's the Denver Kings,” he says warily.
Desire grinds her teeth and it’s easy to see that she’s pissed off Devon interrupted us. “Get rid of them.” Devon opens his mouth to try to speak, but she waves him off. He looks reluctant to leave but he knows if he questions her, she’ll kill him and he’ll be no good to me dead. When Devon closes the door behind him, Desire moves across the room and drops down into the metal seat against the wall. She crosses one leg over the other and smiles. But there is a sinister edge to that look that puts me on edge.
“You have the wolves howling at your gates, yet you sit here smiling like you’ve won the war,” I taunt.
She lulls her head side to side, never dropping that smile. “I don’t need to deal with those idiot brothers of mine. My men will squash them or capture them and bring them here to join you. Either way, I win.”
I scoff. “Do us both a favor and get the fuck on with your pathetic attempt at torture so I can go back to daydreaming about your death.”
Laughter erupts from her, the sound reminding me of nails on a chalkboard. “Oh, Alex. You know I could never hurt you,” she purrs.
“My back would beg to differ,” I snarl. She pouts.
“You know I didn’t have a choice. I thought you would understand the errors of your way but you didn’t. So, I took solace in knowing every time you looked in the mirror or went shirtless the scars would remind you of me.”
“You’re fucked in the head,” I spit out. Her face pulls taut and all pretense of mirth vanishes from her botoxed face.
“Bring him in!” she shouts. I keep my face blank and show no emotion. When the door opens and I see Rage walk in, I roll my eyes. If he’s her trump card, then this is worse than what I thought, I might just end up killing myself to escape their idiocy. Wrath follows close behind and wags his brows at me. Before I can even formulate a thought my mind turns blank when I see the last person enter the room. The chill from earlier vanishes as my blood begins to boil when I lock eyes with him.
“So, I hear you’ve been looking for me?” he says in a cocky tone. “Newsflash, you won’t find me hiding out in my sister's pussy.” I bare my teeth at him and growl.
“You’ll die for what you did, you little cunt,” I seethe.
“That’s not nice to say, Butcher,” Nexus taunts. The way this cunt is standing there acting cocky like he has the upper hand is burning me inside. The fact Desire knows what this little fucker did and refused to hand him over has sealed her own fate. I won’t stop until they are both torn apart and gone from this fucking earth. The bloodlust I have been keeping a lid on inside me is no longer controlled, it flows through my veins like a plague overtaking everything inside me and giving me tunnel vision. I have one goal in life, kill both these sons of bitches!
“Des, please let me have a turn. I won’t hurt him too much.” I bite my tongue to keep from lashing out at Rage, with those idiot twins it's never personal, they just love to cause havoc and inflict pain. Their moral compass is so fucked up, they wouldn’t think twice about making the same offer even if it was one of their brothers chained here instead of me.
“No. I told you and Wrath, he’s mine and you two get Halo and Carnage.” Wrath and Rage both look pissed. They may love destruction and rebel against rules and authority but for some reason, they both follow Desire without question and obey her every demand.
“Tell him to hurry the fuck up then, because I’m bored,” Wrath snaps while shooting Nexus a frosty as fuck look. Nexus scoffs then moves toward the table set up with every type of tool he will need. I bite back my scoff when he goes for a pair of jumper cables. Wrath and Rage both roll their eyes, then turn to leave, clearly Nexus is failing to keep their attention but I never had that trouble. They loved watching me work, the sick little fucks.
Nexus is putting on a brave front but I can tell from how pinched his features are that he doesn’t have the stomach for what he needs to do. He kneels before me and attaches the terminals to each of my big toes, the teeth of the cables biting into my flesh. I breath through my nose, forcing myself to focus on something else aside from the pain. See, the key to torture is getting the mind to break, not the body. If someone can compartmentalize the pain, then they are harder to break. We use pain to speed the process of breaking down barriers, so that your mind will break in order to stop the pain even though you know deep down in your bones that you will die regardless, you’ll still sing like a bird just to give you a minute of reprieve. The point is, you never give your victim a minute to breathe. You continuously apply pressure so they never have a chance to lie when they spew all the information you need.
Nexus grabs a battery next and places it on the concrete floor—this fucker is going to burn the battery out before inflicting enough pain. The dumbass clearly knows nothing about cars or he would know you can’t put a car battery straight onto the ground or you’ll fuck it up, but I don’t tell him that. I just prepare myself mentally for what is about to come. I wrap my hands around the chains on my wrists in a vice-like hold, take a deep breath and close my eyes. It’s better to not watch, no matter how hard you try to not lock yourself you won’t be able to stop your body’s reaction when you see him place the cable to the battery.
My eyes snap open at the exact time a roar of pain tears out of me when electrical currents pulse through my body setting me on fire from the inside. My body jerks as volts of power jar me. It feels like it’s been an hour before he removes the cables from the battery. I slump in my chains and pant. My toes are charred, I can feel it but I don’t look down to confirm what I already know.
Torture 101, seeing the damage is worse than feeling it.
I can feel the sheen of sweat coating my entire body. I’d love to say I could handle more of that shit but the reality of the situation is, I can’t. I would be lucky if I could do another two or three rounds before my heart gives out. I can already feel it pounding inside my chest like crazy. If he was smart, he would shock me again now so my heart didn’t gain an even rhythm.
“Fuck, the sight of you chained and bound is a sight I will cherish. You ruined my fucking life, you arrogant piece of shit,” Nexus screams.
I force out a bark of laughter, it sounds weak but it does the trick. I slowly lift my head to see him standing there red faced and shaking with his anger. “Do your worst, pup. I can take it but just a friendly warning, whatever you do to me, I will do ten times worse to you when I get out of here,” I vow.
“You aren’t leaving here alive, you stupid fuck,” he snaps. I purse my lips but don’t reply. The little cunt yanks on the cables, ripping them off my toes. I bite my lip to keep from yelling in pain, he’s torn the skin from the charred flesh and it stings like a bitch. “Let’s up the ante,” he says, then goes to the table to retrieve a knife. I sigh because I know this idiot has no idea what he’s doing so he’s going to cut too deep and tear through muscle which is going to hurt like fuck.
I expect him to cut my chest but the little prick surprises me when he goes to my back. The forced gagging coming from behind me has me grinding my teeth.
“Jesus, she really tore you to shreds, didn’t she?” My nostrils flare but I remain silent. “How the fuck could my sister touch you?” He drags the tip of the blade along my raised scars. When he pushes it through the skin, I jerk in my restraints and lock eyes with Desire, who is sitting there stiff as fucking ever without an ounce of emotion displayed on her plastic face. I keep my focus on her as he continues to slice through my flesh. I grit my teeth so hard they begin to ache. I refuse to cry out in pain, losing the battle when the little cock sucker buries the blade to the hilt in my shoulder. “Yes! Fuck, I love the sound of your screams,” he shouts over my roar of pain.
My eyes start rolling back when he drags the blade downward tearing through my flesh. I jerk and thrash against my restraints but he doesn’t let up. Maybe I was wrong, maybe this mutt does have the stomach to do this shit. He rips the blade out only to plunge it back in on the other side. I grow dizzy from the pain. I refuse to let him win by passing out, I want to feel every ounce of pain.
“You know she screamed for you?” I still and quit jerking in my chains. “Yeah, you know who I’m talking about without me even having to say her name.” The fire in my veins begins to cool as ice starts filling my veins in its place. The pain from the knife is replaced by the anguish splitting my chest open. “Right before the GHB kicked in, she was screaming for you. She begged me to let her call you so she could say goodbye.”
My throat clogs with emotion, I have to force the word out with every ounce of strength I have left. “Why?”
Nexus isn’t the one to answer me, Desire slowly climbs to her feet and walks toward me slowly, with a sinister look in her eye. “I told you there would be hell to pay if you left. You thought you paid the price with your back.” She shakes her head. “No, to truly break you was to break the thing you loved most.” Pain erupts inside me, my breaths turn ragged as her words sink in. “I told Nexus where to find her that night. I gave him what he needed to end that little bitch.”
“She was fucking innocent!” I roar, renewed strength flowing through me as I fight to get free so I can kill this bitch. I want to rip her apart and watch her writher in pain and scream for fucking mercy.
“I warned you!” she screams. “I needed someone outside of my family to do it so you couldn’t trace it back to me. I met Nexus a few months after you left and I just knew he would be perfect for the job.”
“I’m gonna break you and destroy your whole fucking family,” I promise.
“You were nothing until I made you what you are!” she snaps back.
“You’re nothing but a cunt trying to act tough. You will never be what I am. You’re just angry because your daddy wanted me to head the family,” I taunt.
“I orchestrated the death of that little bitch and helped send your ass to prison. I won, Butcher.” Before I can reply, the door opens and guards drag in Omen and Carnage. My eyes widen at the sight of them. “Oh, look at that, my brothers came to hear the story of how I single handedly destroyed their best friend and ruined him. Well, Carnage did help, didn’t you, Brother?”