Page 32 of Jake

“This is your show, brother; I satisfied my need for revenge in Rabaul. I don’t think our little brother is done, though; he is still mighty angry about what happened to you.”

Reaching over my shoulder, I patted Connor’s arm in thanks as he pushed me towards the man I knew as Phinneus Martello. He was naked, spread-eagled, hands and feet fixed to the wall with thick nails, dried blood caked around them. His cheeks were swollen and bruised; one eye blackened.

He looked up when he heard us enter and his expression was one of shock. It was clear from his reaction that he hadn’t known I was alive; the others had obviously bypassed giving him that titbit of information.

Quinn, Logan, and Daly stood off to one side, Waigi and Mala on the other. Connor pushed me closer and Logan handed me an electrically charged cattle prod connected to a generator.

“Jake, I…”

I held the tip of the prod to one nipple until all signs of the pink areole had been burned away. Then I burned away the other. He screamed bloody murder. His writhing and frantic attempt to become free started the wounds in his hands and feet bleeding.

I tutted. “Looks like you have some wounds that need to be cauterised.”

I held the prod to the nails puncturing the flesh one by one. As they became red hot, the skin around blackened and burned. The bleeding continued, as did Martello’s deafening screams.

“Looks like that didn’t work. Not to mind, there is much worse to come.”

“Please, Jake, give me a chance to explain.” The man was begging for his life, but my level of care and sympathy was zero.

I turned towards Mala and Waigi.

“Can one of you stuff his mouth, please, so we still have our hearing when this is done.”

“I’ll do it,” Daly offered and I smirked at knowing what he had in mind.

Whipping out a large penknife from his pocket, he stepped up to Martello, and with the flick of his wrist, the dick was separated from the man’s body. Thank fuck the screams abated, turning to gagging when the thing was stuffed halfway down his throat.

“Don’t choke him, Daly, I want him alive to take part in the fun.”

Daly adjusted the appendage, so Martello was able to breathe.

“Damn, now look at what’s happened—another bleed that needs my ministrations.” I peered up at the now terrified man. “I wouldn’t scream if I were you, you might choke on your dick.”

Martello did scream when I held the prod to the opening where his dick had once been. The flesh stunk as it shrivelled and blackened. The dick ended up on the floor, so Daly’s solution for the bellowing hadn’t worked.

“Mala, stuff a fucking cloth in his mouth.”

Mala made quick work of gagging the man with a thick cloth that he secured in a knot at the back of his head.

“Now, what can I do next?”

Daly moved to my side. “Jake, please?”

“Oh, go ahead while I have the means to stem the bleeding.”

What was it with Daly and having to slice off men’s dicks and balls? He certainly could be an evil prick when the occasion called for it.

The gag worked for the most part and dulled Martello’s screams as his balls were sliced away and tossed to the other side of the room. I made short work of ‘fixing’ the bleeding before handing Logan the prod.

Connor then handed me a long piece of wood embedded with dozens of long metal spikes.

“I haven’t seen this before.”

“Frewin made it for you to use after he heard about one similar being used on you.”

“I’ll remember to thank him.”

Drawing my arm back, I hit Martello’s torso with all my strength, and the spikes embedded themselves. It took a fair amount of force to pull them away.