Chapter 29
Roark
Max takes a moment to look me up and down, then nods. He moves away from the bodies and lets me stand between them as I get a good look at them both. I knew Ryan was off limits. Roy though, no, he was going to suffer for tormenting those women, those children. Fuck this piece of shit.
“What.. What are you going to do to me?” Roy stammers, thrashing back into his seat.
“Whatever the fuck I want,” Max wheels over a cart with a few of my favorite surgical tools. “I always wanted to be a doctor. However, my dad believed that I was better suited to wear the uniform of the police force. Thankfully for me, I can use my skills with these guys.” Ryan watches me with the focus only a dead man could have.
“Want your gloves or are we saying fuck it?” Max asks, placing the gloves on the tray next to a face mask. I shrug, gliding my hands over some of the more unorthodox “tools” in my arsenal. A melon baller, a thumb press disher, a corkscrew, and a nail gun. My scalpels are all polished and clean.
“Oh, hell no. I’m not watching this. I have a weak ass stomach,” Marley complains and heads for the door. “Just let me know when it’s time for clean-up.”
I ignore the guys as they wrap up Jeff’s corpse in a fresh tarp and begin chaining him up for disposal. I grab a pair of needle nose pliers and click them twice. Roy tries to thrash back in the chair away from me. He clearly failed.
I grip his jaw and push hard against the bone. He tries to fight me, but I’m stronger than him. “I can break it if you rather that.” I say. Roy stops fighting hard against me. I manage to finally get his jaw pried open and I laugh.
Roy closes his eyes, a sign that he’s accepting his fate. Time to start taking away dental records. I thought it would be harder, but with the amount of drugs this man was doing, his teeth just crumbled out once I gripped them with the pliers. Kind of pisses me off since I wanted this to be painful, but this dude has messed up his life more than I could ever do.
I watch silent tears fall down his cheeks, “Did those women and children cry when you hurt them? Did they cry when you took them from their families?” I slam the pliers into his hand, that made him scream. “Fuck. You.”
“Hurry up Ripper, I want to go home,” Max says from behind me. Fine, I grab the melon baller and corkscrew and go straight for his eyes. I drive the small end of the melon baller into his right eye, stabbing the left with the corkscrew. I heard gagging coming from the other side of me and I knew Ryan was puking. Good. The fucker needed to know that he was in a room with some very dangerous, rage fueled alphas and he was the beta bitch.
As I yank the corkscrew out of Roy’s eye, the satisfying pop sound of the eye removing from the socket made me smile. Next was scooping out the other eye, another satisfying popping sound echoed off the walls. I was so engrossed in my work that I didn’t realize Roy was screaming in pain.
Oops.
I made quick work of cutting the optic nerves and placing the eyes in a jar on the tray. Last thing I had to do was remove his fingerprints then I could finish him off. Max said to make it quick, to I guess it’s sander time. I grab the sander from under the cart, I hear more vomiting from my left and choose to just ignore it. Fuck it.
I turn on the sander and hold it to the palms of Roy’s hands, one at a time. Blood and skin cover the sander in a matter of moments. I’m going to need a new sander after this. I sigh. Oh well.
I tune out the screams and continue on with my work, humming merrily as this sick fuck continues to scream and thrash. I don’t feel bad at all. This is revenge for all of those women and children. When I am finally satisfied with my work, I shut off the sander and say a small prayer to Hades to take his soul and give him the hell he deserves.
“I hope you made peace with your god,” I whisper in his ear as I grab a scalpel and shove it into his jugular, letting the blood gush down his body.
“You. Are. Sick.” Ryan spits out, vomiting covering his chin and shirt. I flash a smile at him.
“You have no fucking idea.”