Chapter 23 #2
And to my surprise Dean says, “I feel incredibly curious tonight.” Brandon lets out a low whistle and Teddy only chuckles.
“How does that sound Darren?” I ask.
“Good luck with that. I won't be answering anything.”
“No?” I tilt my head, “Well, then at least we’ll get to have some fun before we kill you. Max gets to go first.”
Max stands from his rocking chair after finishing his glass of whiskey, “Where are the Cambion holding houses?” As expected, there is no answer from Darren, and I watch as Max takes a fillet knife from the side table and glides the blade down Darren’s peck, cleanly removing his right nipple.
This will be more fun than I thought.
I kept the numb packed away, I want to take in everything that happens tonight. This waste of oxygen, piece of shit, tiny dick, motherfucker deserves everything he’s going to get tonight, and I refuse to feel guilty about this one.
Darren yells through his teeth, but it’s not a satisfying sound just yet. I want him begging for mercy, so to up the ante I crank the lever again, stretching his arms back even high, this gets me another pained sound.
I grab Max’s phone and quickly select a song I’d like to work to, and I press play on ‘Ready or Not’ by the Fugees. Brandon perks up at the first note and smiles over to me, “Fuck yeah! I love the 90s!”
I smile back, “Good, because it’s your turn.”
He looks around the tools for a moment but just looks over at Darren, abandoning the idea of another weapon. “Darren, is it the Cambions that are accepting the hits on The Sparrow here?” He asks, in a tone too light that you’d assume he is asking about an upcoming football game.
To everyone’s surprise, Darren answers, “Yes. The boss wants her.” Brandon starts to walk away but turns back on his heels to crank the lever by two notches and Darren is just barely on the very tip of his toes and there is an audible crunch from his bones so loud it echoes over the music.
“What the fuck, Brandon?” Darren barks, “I answered the fucking question.”
Brandon shrugs with a crooked smile, “I heard you tried to attack The Sparrow when she was a girl, you have to pay for those crimes tonight as well.”
A burst of warmth spreads through my chest, and it’s like for the first time in a long time my heart isn’t dead. I feel it beat in my ribcage, hard enough that it rattles against the bones. He wants to defend me; he wants me to get my payback.
“You can pick who is next, Brandon.” I sing-song his name, finally giving in and being flirty back with him.
“I think Dean should get his turn now.”
Dean is still wearing his furious expression and approaches Darren with a pair of hedge clippers, and I perk up at seeing him with an actual tool. I have never seen Dean work, unless it was physical, back when I was stalking them.
“Who is the Cambions’ boss?”
I never find myself scared or even worried about Dean, sure he can be a dick, and he’s knocked me out once, but I don't see him as a threat.
But the anger that is weaved into his voice sends a shudder throughout my skin, and every cell on my body seems to pay attention to Dean.
At this moment, I see Dean as an equal. I am no longer the biggest threat in this room, we are.
Darren stays silent and stares over Dean’s shoulder and smiles at me.
It’s a knowing smile, and it’s the same smile he gave me that night he tried to attack me.
When Dean realizes that we won't be getting an answer for that question, he leans over and snips off all five toes from Darren’s left foot.
Finally, a real reaction to the pain escapes Darren’s lips.
It’s finally my turn to smile and I can’t help how wide it stretches across my face.
Dean finally spins to return to his earlier position, but he stops to smirk at me when he sees that I’ve been pleased by his action.
I don’t think he was necessarily looking for my approval, but I think he’s happy he was able to impress me.
“Teddy bear, you’re up!” I announce.
As if he has been waiting his whole life to do this for me, he actually runs to the center of the room to face Darren. However, he isn’t holding a weapon, only something that looks like a remote.
“Darren, Darren, Darren.” Says Teddy. “I heard you tried to hurt my little devil, and then you threatened to come after her again. I don’t like that. But first, answer me this… Was Deangelo Rossi put in a Karma Warehouse as a plant?”
And of course, no answer. But I can tell that the answer is a yes, if it were a ‘no’ or an ‘I don’t know’ he could’ve just answered. At least we know we can get even more answers from Deangelo once we catch him.
“No answer?” Teddy tilts his head and shrugs, “Good.” He clicks the button on the remote, and there is a sickening sound of flesh being ripped open.
I don’t catch the movement until after the face.
The chastity that Teddy had on Darren's dick popped open from the center probe.
Four blades sliced their way out from the probe completely shredding the appendage.
Max, Dean, and Brandon all groan as Darren screams. A full belly scream that satisfies the monster in me so much, I can feel it purr in my brain.
I beam a smile at Teddy, who seems satisfied with the outcome of his contraption and then he pulls the strappado lever two notches lifting Darren about six inches from the ground.
I turn to face Darren with my smile still plastered across my face, “Hope you’re ready to share now, Darren. It’s my turn.”