35. - Jason -
Chapter thirty-five
- Jason -
H is brain felt like stew. And it reeked—like piss and vomit. Somewhere in the back of his pain-addled mind, Jason knew it was from him.
All he could recall was the taste of whiskey and cool air on his face, then immeasurable pain, and heaving his guts up as they tore into his skin.
They must have noticed he was somewhat conscious again, because they got back to work.
It was the same questions: Where are the warehouses? Who are the suppliers?
Jason laughed and spat out more blood as they activated the stun belt they’d strapped to him, his kidneys taking the brunt of the electric shock. He kept his eyes closed, letting the pain wash over him. The fuckers didn’t have the tool to keep them pried open. Thank fuck for that. They had enough other tools, though.
They asked him another question, running the scalpel through his chest. He felt it all the way into his bones, the skin so ravaged from their previous ministrations. He couldn’t even flex his hand into a fist. They’d broken that. Couldn’t even clench his jaw. They’d broken that too, an assumption based on the pain that radiated up the side of his head with any attempt at moving the joint.
They cut into him again and again, peeling the skin back to get to muscle and then cutting deeper. Maybe it was better he was absolutely smashed off his ass. He was bleeding quick. It’d help him die faster. It was also helping him with the pain. His head felt so heavy and fuzzy, making everything seem like dull static.
He laughed again as one of the men’s voices started rising. Jason couldn’t tell if it was the guy’s thoughts or his actual voice assaulting his brain. He couldn’t make anything out. Couldn’t pick up on any words, didn’t even know if he was still screaming. Everything blended together in a cacophony of white-hot pain. He felt his eyes rolling back into his head and everything went black, though he still felt conscious.
Somewhere in the distance, he thought he heard an explosion. The scalpel pulled away from him, and he could sense some panic around him, the voices and the noise becoming more frantic, though still indistinguishable.
Kayden is coming for me. It was a fleeting feeling of both hope and terror before he passed out again, still smiling a bloody smile.