Chapter 25 #2
I tug the knife—our knife—from my back pocket—the blade glints in the light from the open bathroom door.
“If I don’t like your answer, I’ll start cutting skin, then slice it off like lunch meat.
And if that doesn’t make you talk, I’ve got bolt cutters in my bag for your fingers and toes.
And I have a taser. You’ll bleed out on your lies if I have to.
But you’re going to tell me exactly what you did to my girlfriend. ”
I place the tip of the blade against his chest and pull off the gag again. Brent screams bloody murder, and I cram the gag back in immediately. Fuck his perfect Colgate teeth.
“Now, Brent. We don’t want to wake the neighbors, do we?” I ask.
I dig the tip into his skin and drag it an inch along his pectoral. Blood seeps out, and I glance up to watch his expression as my stomach churns. God, I hate blood. Why couldn’t Brent have been allergic to peanuts?
His breathing quickens, but he stays quiet as he fights the pain.
I go back to my bag and retrieve the bottle of rubbing alcohol. Twisting off the cap, I pour a few drops onto the open wound.
Brent shouts through the gag as he winces, his eyes slamming shut as he tries to control his breathing.
“Now, let’s try this again. And if you scream, I’ll cut your dick and dip it in the alcohol. Do you want that?”
Brent shakes his head no.
I remove the gag, ready to slam it back in if I need to.
But other than Brent’s heavy pants, he’s silent.
“So, tell me what you did to Daphne that night.”
“I’m telling you, man. I didn’t do anything.”
The gag goes back in as I locate my next spot. I stand up and make a move like I’m going back to my bag, but instead make a decent nick on the top of his foot.
Brent cries out in shock, mingled with pain. When I drop more alcohol on the wound, he screams.
Once he’s silent again, I remove the gag. “Tell me what you did, or I start slicing.” Please talk, Asshat. I hate blood, and the sooner I get this over with, the less likely I am to throw up.
“We…we had sex.”
Well, we’re getting more than a blanket denial. That’s a start. “That wasn’t sex, Brent.”
Brent nods furiously, “It was. She wanted it.”
Mother fucker. The more I’m stuck breathing the same air as this cumstain, the more I want to plunge my knife through his heart and be done with him.
But Daphne deserves answers. I can be patient. For her.
“You know, I’d hoped I wouldn’t have to get to the slicing.” I take a square inch off his injured tricep. Every time he tries to fight, his dislocated shoulder moves under the skin, and my stomach fights itself to not vomit.
Seriously, how did my brother become a doctor when I can’t even get through making a small cut on a fully grown man? He stole all the non-squeamish genes.
The sliver of skin falls on the bed, and I look away like I’m busy inspecting the ropes and not trying to avoid looking at my handiwork.
Brent’s eyes water, and tears stream down into his hairline above his ears.
“Let’s try again,” I say as I yank the gag out. “What happened that night?”
“I told you… We had sex. She wanted it.”
This is going to get real old, real quick. I don’t know if my stomach can handle Brent bleeding a slow death.
Returning to my bag, I retrieve the taser. I make sure Brent’s watching as I test it. Bluish-white streaks zip between the metal barbs.
“You know, these hurt like a bitch,” I warn. “But as soon as it stops, the pain goes away. I brought spare batteries so that I can keep this thing on all night long.”
Brent’s eyes widen as he shakes his head.
“We’re going to test it, so you can see what I mean.”
Brent’s bucking on the bed in protest as I press the taser to the back of his thighs and turn it on.
Immediately, the stink of burned hair fills the room, the hairs on his legs singed away. I leave the taser going while Brent twitches for a few seconds.
When I stop, he cries out in relief. His body relaxes. A little too much.
Brent pisses himself, urine splashing on his chest as he simultaneously shits the bed.
Fucking gross. Suddenly, blood doesn’t seem so bad.
“So, we’re going to try this again. You’re going to answer me, or I tase the family jewels. Got it?”
Brent nods in frantic agreement as I remove the gag.
“Now, tell me what you—”
“We were dating,” Brent starts, his words rushing out like he wants to explain before I have the chance to tase him where I promised. “We went out to dinner. Then we went back to her place. I went to use the bathroom, and when I came back out, she was naked. She had her legs up and—”
I cram the gag back in place.
“I want to know what really happened, Brent. Not the bullshit story you told the Fox family.”
I press the taser to his flaccid penis. “But since you’re starting to talk, I won’t tase your balls. Yet. But one more lie, and that’s where it goes next.”
I turn it on, and Brent screams into the gag. Louder than ever before.
God, I hope none of his neighbors decide now is the perfect time to take their labradoodle on a walk.
I count to ten before turning the taser off.
As the gag leaves his mouth, Brent is gasping and whimpering.
“What happened that night?”
“We… we were there. At her house,” he gasps as he tries to catch his breath between words. “We were making out. She was all over me. I tried to put a move on her. She said no. She wanted to take things slow. It was our fifth fucking date by then. That was slow enough. She was being a tease.”
Don’t tase him for talking. Don’t tase him yet. Don’t fucking tase him.
“Go on,” I say through gritted teeth, pressing the taser into his thigh again.
“I… I made us drinks,” he says in a rush. “Mojitos. I muddled up a pill in hers with the mint. I got her upstairs before it fully kicked in.”
“And then?” God, I want to keep the taser on and end this, but I need to know. Daphne deserves to know. And this is the last chance she’ll have to get answers before I kill Brent.
“I got her naked. Put her on the bed. I fucked her.” He swallows hard. “Twice.”
I tap the taser for a second, and his body jolts. “More detail,” I demand. I don’t want to hear any more of this, but I need to soak up everything to report back to her.
“I took her clothes off. You know, played around with her. She’s got great tits.
Didn’t bother getting her ready. I got on top of her.
It felt so good, so it didn’t last long.
Twenty minutes later, she was still out cold, and I wanted to go again.
It was easier the second time,” he admits.
“I didn’t use a condom the first time, so it’s like she was wet. Like she wanted it.”
“Did she say anything?” I ask.
Brent shakes his head. “No. She was out cold. Eyes open and blinking, but, like, she couldn’t speak. I tried to use her mouth, but it didn’t feel good with her lying there.”
My God, this fucking son-of-a-bitch.
“So, she couldn’t consent?”
Brent nods.
“So, you raped her?”
Another nod.
I put the gag back in and press the taser back to his cock.
“Let me hear you, Brent. No means no.”
Brent’s head thrashes around the pillow as he repeats “no means no” like song lyrics into the gag. I tap the taser on for a few quick seconds.
Brent trembles as his thrashing slows to a stop.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Brent nods, with muffled cries of “please,” ripping from his throat.
“You didn’t stop for Daphne. No, in fact, you made sure to finish inside her. Without a condom, you sick fuck.” A burst of anger takes over.
I lower the taser to his balls and turn it on. And keep it on. More singed hair and, god, the smell of fried hair mingled with shit is nauseating, but I don’t care. Brent deserves this—every second of it.
His chest heaves in heavy pants, his eyes bloodshot. Snot dribbles down his nose, and after a minute, vomit erupts from the sides of the gag.
He chokes, his head thrashing as he tries to clear it.
And I do fucking nothing. Seconds tick by as screams mingle with the gagging noise of this rapist choking on his own vomit.
I stop the taser and grab the knife. This scum of the Earth isn’t going to die like this. No, I told Daphne he would die on this knife. On our knife.
I glide the razor-sharp edge across Brent’s throat as crimson spurts across his chest and up his chin.
In less than a minute, the noises cease, and his eyes gloss over as his entire body goes limp.
And just like that, I fulfilled my promise to Daphne. I’m as good as a hitman—a hired hand.
But for my woman, I’d do it a thousand times over. Finally, Daphne will have her answers.