Chapter 8 Lennox #2
I linger a moment longer, my eyes scanning the room full of tools, until something in the far left corner of the room catches my attention. A large metal bucket, tucked away amongst the rest of the tools. A devilish grin tugs at my face and I already know, Kage is going to fucking love this.
Sliding my arms into the elbow-length gloves, I reach for the canister.
As I lift it, I feel the weight shift inside, the soft slosh of its contents is music to my ears.
The viscous liquid inside reeks of chemicals.
Sulfuric acid, to be exact. A special liquid we’ve used before, one that melts through flesh like a fucking parasite.
It’s slow and agonizing, and fucking perfect.
Grabbing an extra pair of gloves for Kage, I make my way back into the main room, the heavy thud of my boots echoing off the walls as I carry in the hefty canister.
Kage lifts his chin, eyes gleaming as he spots what I’m carrying.
His devious grin spreads wide as something dark and sinister flickers in his icy blues.
“Aw, Nox,” he drawls, cracking his neck while he gets ready to have the time of his life. “You really do know how to make your brother happy.”
Frankie’s eyes snap to the canister in my hands, the color instantly draining from his face. His breathing turns ragged, sweat slicking his skin as his eyes grow wide in fear. He doesn’t know what’s in the canister, but he doesn’t have long before he finds out.
“You ready to start talking, Frankie?” I ask, setting the canister down with a heavy clang. I squat in front of him, tapping the side with my knuckles. “Or do we get creative?”
Frankie jerks against his restraints, panic bleeding into every movement. “W-what is that?” Frankie’s voice cracks as he shifts, straining against the chains he’s trapped in.
Kage smirks, watching him squirm, savoring every second of this. “I’m so glad you asked!”
Without another word, Kage slides on his gloves and takes the lid off the canister, the strong acrid stench of sulfuric acid filling the air.
Frankie recoils, realization finally hitting him as he starts to gag, but it’s already too late.
He should have thought about that before keeping his fat mouth shut.
Kage looks down at him, a wicked smile creeping onto his face. “Since you love touching shit that doesn’t belong to you, I think we should take care of that little habit for you.”
Kage unlocks one of the cufflinks freeing Frankie’s hand, but before he could even process that his hand is free, Kage plunges it into the canister. The splash of acid against his skin is deafening, followed by a sickening hiss as the acid immediately begins to eat through the layers of flesh.
Frankie’s blood curdling scream fills the room in raw, pure agony. The sounds echo in the large space, making it sound as if he’s being torn apart from the inside out. His body tenses, muscles straining against the chains, but he can’t pull away; his shackles are too tight.
“It burns, doesn’t it?” Kage yells over the screams. His voice is dark with amusement. He’s enjoying the fuck out of this.
Frankie’s screams continue to cut through the room as Kage begins to move his hand around in the canister, making the acid spread.
Sizzling noises fills the air, the smell of awful fucking barbeque permeating the room.
The burns are instantaneous, deep, and clearly fucking painful.
His skin starts to bubble and melt in waves, the stench becoming overwhelming.
Frankie’s whole body jerks, his voice distorted as he screams for mercy. “P-please! Fuck! Please! I c-can’t!” He screams, his body jerking against the chains, muscles locking up as Kage swishes his mangled hand around in the acid as if he’s stirring a cocktail.
I glance down at my watch, bored as hell. “I don’t know, man. I feel like he hasn’t suffered enough yet.”
Kage grins, his face contorted into someone else entirely. “I was thinking the same thing.”
With a sharp yank, he rips Frankie’s hand from the acid and drops it onto his lap like a discarded rag.
What’s left of it, anyway. The skin is gone, melted down to raw tendon and useless bone.
It barely even looks human anymore. Frankie shudders violently as he chokes on his own sobs.
Apparently the acid isn’t enough to get this piece of shit talking.
Let's see how far we can push him before he finally breaks.
Heading back to the appliance room, I grab a rolling cart and pull it towards me, the wheels squealing as they scrape against the floor. I load it up with an arrangement of tools. A drill with some interesting attachments, a serrated knife, hammers, whatever I can find that’ll get the job done.
I push the cart back out into the center of the room as Frankie lets out another shuddering breath. Kage crouches beside him, studying the raw, mangled remnants of his hand as if it were a piece of art.
“You’re not looking so good, Frankie.” he tilts his head, staring right into Frankie’s eyes. “I think we should even things out a bit, don’t ya think, Nox?”
When my brother turns towards me, he has that look in his eyes, cold and void of emotion. A chill settles deep in my bones.
The devil has come out to play.