Page 83 of Ravaged By the Dark (The Righteous 2)
“Don’t tell me that hurts? I thought you were a tough guy. You know, one of those guys that can take a beating and keep on going. Or have you really been a pussy all this time and hid behind your sociopathic tendencies,” Arek asked. “I’m going with number two. You’re definitely the pussy hiding type.”
“Fuck you, mother fucker, I’ll mess you up.”
Arek couldn’t help laughing hard as the movieMonty Python and the Holy Grailpopped into his head. “You know, you kind of remind me of this movie where the guy gets his arm cut off and—”
“I don’t give fuck about some stupid movie,” Tyson said as he pulled himself through the blood from the two fallen gang members. It smeared across the floor, joining the drying blood already decorating the concrete in a strange abstract masterpiece.
“Fine, but it’s a good movie. You’re missing out.” Arek groaned as he heaved the heavy metal desk up on its end and then secured the strapping to the legs, making sure it was secure.
Tyson, in inchworm fashion, was almost out of the door by the time Arek finished setting up. He followed the trail of blood to his prey and grabbed the finger hooks on the two knives in Tyson’s feet. Tyson screamed bloody murder as Arek pulled backward, dragging his heavy ass back across the office floor. The knives pulled right through the tendons and right out the front of his thick leather boots.
“Well shit,” Arek said as he stared at the sliced boots and bleeding feet.
“Fuck.” Tyson swiped at his arm again.
“Enough of that. You’re being childish now,” Arek scolded.
He wiped the knives off on his pants and put them away. He pulled his gun and quickly fired off a shot—the SOG Tyson had been holding clattered to the ground as the bullet hit the blade out of his hand. The bullet hit the tip of Tyson’s thumb, taking it clean off—eliciting more screaming. Arek smirked as Tyson stared at the bleeding appendage—he really was a limp dick.
Two Syphon members, including one that Arek knew to be their leader, stepped up to the door, and Arek smiled at them.
“This one is mine, but the rest are all yours. Feel free to do whatever you like to them.” The leader looked between himself and Tyson and finally shrugged.
“Can you be a peach and close the door?” Again, the leader paused but did as he was asked. He’d have to remember to tell Trev how cooperative the guy was.
Arek’s attention fell back to Tyson, who was groaning and making strange little mewling noises. He whistled as he positioned Tyson where he wanted him and then tightened the bands and heaved his weight up. He tied the straps to the desk legs and then assessed his work. Tyson’s hands and feet were tied in a narrow X with his back pressed tightly to the desk.
“Yes, I like this, but you have too many clothes on for what I have planned.” A tearing sound was the only noise in the room as he cut all of Tyson’s clothes off and tossed them aside. “There, that’s much better.”
“You’re a myth. You’re a fucking myth!” Tyson repeated.
“Say it a few more times. Maybe it will come true. Dorothy had to click her heels three times. You could try that.” Arek patted Tyson’s cheek. “Oh, that’s right, you can’t.” He used his fallen blade to slice through the T-shirt and jeans, pulling them easily away from his body.
“Authorities have been dispatched to your location, arrival time nine minutes,” the AI said in his earpiece, and Arek hung his head and sighed.
“Well, the party poopers are already on their way, so Tyson, this is your lucky day. I don’t get as much time as I’d like, so it means a faster death for you.”
“I rule this part of town! Let me go!”
“Really? That’s what you’re going with for your dying words?” Arek shrugged at the idiotic denial. He flipped the desk over with a great deal of effort, and Tyson was now upside down.
“You see, I’d let you go to jail, but I’ll be honest, I’m having way too much fun.” Arek placed strategic cuts along Tyson’s legs and down the sides of his body, making him holler with each cut. “My version of a ‘death by a thousand cuts.’” And he mirrored the action on the other side of Tyson’s naked form.
“You’re going to burn in hell,” Tyson screamed. Arek noticed Tyson’s voice was coarse. It was probably from his “unique” position and the lack of blood in his body.
“You know that they say, a fisherman knows another from afar.”
“What?” Tyson stared up at him, and Arek smiled wide as he grabbed the guy’s dick and balls in one hand. “What are you…no, no, no!” Tyson’s screams were sweet music to his ears as his knife slowly cut. It was like a full orchestra playing a symphony just for him as he thrashed against the restraints. He purposely went slow, sawing back and forth for max effectiveness.
He took a deep breath and admired his work. “Hey look, here’s something else for you not to believe in.”
Arek smirked as he held up the once decent-sized cock and balls in his hand for Tyson to see.
“I was going to stuff these in your mouth.” Tyson whimpered, his blubbering more that of a child than a man. “But on the off chance you live, I don’t want them sewn back on. So…”
Arek grabbed the garbage bag out of the small trash can that had been next to the desk and made a show of dropping the cock and balls inside before tying it uptight. “I’m going to take these with me.”
Arek squatted in the slowly growing pool of blood and stared into Tyson’s eyes. He needed to see the fear, needed to taste it on his tongue.
“Two minutes,” Arek heard through his earpiece.
“As much fun as this has been, I gotta go—the party poopers are here.” Arek stood and turned to leave but then turned back to his prey. In a last-minute decision, Arek drew his blade across Tyson’s throat, the man’s own thrashing, tore the wound in a grotesque jagged line exposing his trachea. A loud gasping, whistling noise proceeded as a mini geyser of blood spurted from the nasty-looking cut.
Arek got close to Tyson’s ear.
“I bet you wish you’d left Bambi alone now. No worries, I’m going to take real good care of her. One day she may even think of you again and smile, but only because you’re no longer breathing.”
He gave Tyson’s cheek another pat as his wide eyes dimmed. His thrashing lessened, and then finally, he fell still. Arek dropped his bag of treasure at Tyson’s head and sauntered out the door.
