Page 160 of Vile Bastards
The very idea that this filthy, little pervert thought to touch my woman? I can barely restrain the bloodlust pumping through my veins.
“Did you know only six percent of rapists spend any time in jail? Isn’t that sick?” I move closer to Cody, teasing the blunt metal end of the scalpel’s handle against his jaw. He shudders away from me, turns his head in protest. “What sort of message does that send to girls and women in this society? That they don’t matter?”
“Fuck girls and women, man! Just let me out of here. You want to spend the rest of your sick life in jail?”
“My sick life?” I query as Alexei’s hands tighten into fists at his sides. He might even possibly like Chet Jr. Cody Archer less than I do which at first thought seems to be a veritable impossibility. “My sick life? Oh, Chet Jr. But I don’t go around harassing girls and women, now do I?”
I look back to Alexei. Now, Widow was the one who helped me load the body up in my trunk while Scarlett put Ash Kelly on his knees. But then, it’s Mr. Grove who’s my client, so it’s Mr. Grove’s opinion I’m going to take into consideration when deciding Chet Jr.’s fate.
“Are you certain you don’t want me to kill him?” I ask, and Alexei’s pale green eyes narrow. “No? Do you want to do it then?”
“Please!” Chet Jr. screams, shaking like a lamb as his fingernails dig into the wooden arms of the chair. “My family is rich; my dad will pay whatever it takes.”
“Deal with him and dump him; I can’t stand the sound of his screams,” Alexei murmurs, leaning in toward me before he glances Chet Jr.’s way, his lips curling into a sneer. After a moment, he storms over to Cody and tears the fly of the boy’s pants open.
If only you could hear the squeals of this pathetic little piggy.
“Oh God, no,” Chet Jr. is moaning, and then he begins to wail. My eye twitches, and I resist the overwhelming urge to stab the scalpel into his throat. “Please no! Please! Please!”
This time, it’s Alexei who backhands the brat with a gloved hand, shuddering against the contact. Even a layer of latex isn’t enough to ward off the filth of this spoiled rotten shithead.
“You listen to me,” Alexei hisses, snatching Cody by the hair. “I am done hearing you whine and whimper, as if you’re some sort of victim.” He shakes the boy around, causing the chair’s limbs to shuffle against the dirt floor. “You’re lucky we have use for you or else you’d already be dead.”
Alexei stands up and holds out his hand for the scalpel. I hesitate briefly before handing it over. It slaps against the man’s gloved palm, and he shudders before spinning it around in his fingers.
We both look down at the ugly, flaccid cock exposed at the fly of Cody’s open pants.
“Are you going to fuck me?” Cody whimpers, clearly used to being the monster rather than the victim in any given situation. “I’m not gay, just so you know.”
“Oh, we don’t mind,” I purr sweetly, circling the chair and putting my hands on Cody’s shoulders. I give them a little squeeze, drawing yet another whimper from the boy before I lean down to put my lips near his ear. “We’ll just take turns on you the way you and Aspen did with Lucy Hall. Your words, not mine, by the way.”
“I’ve got the cash!” Cody screams, clearly unaware that there are humans out there in the world who won’t drown their firstborn child for a bag of gold coins. I almost feel sorry for him, or I would if he hadn’t tried to victimize my darkest love. “Whatever you want. Money. Cars. Women, even.”
“Have you seen The Princess Bride?” I ask, leaning down again as Alexei studies the scalpel, clearly gearing up for what he’s about to do.
“Wh-what?” Cody stutters stupidly. “The hell are you talking about?”
“It’s a fantasy film from 1987, based on a book by the same name from 1973.”
“You’re crazy!” Cody starts to scream. “You’re fucking insane! Fuck you. Fuck you, man.” He moans, and I feel my patience wearing thin, snatching up a rag and shoving it into his mouth. It’s better this way anyhow, seeing as someone who’s about to feel as much pain as this man is likely to bite off their own tongue.
“In said movie, the hero—his name is Westley, mind you—confronts the villain and explains that he isn’t going to kill him or cut off his ears, but that he’s only going to maim him.” I give a tug on one of Cody’s ears, and he squeals like a caught rabbit beneath the press of the gag. A grin creeps over my lips as Alexei shivers and shakes his head, handing the scalpel back to me. No surprise there. I take it happily and tap it against Cody’s head. “He tells the villain that he’s going to duel ‘to the pain’. That is, he’s going to leave the man’s ears so that he can hear women and children screaming in disgust at the sight of him after he’s finished carving him up.”
