Page 48 of Blinded
I smiled at his fear. "We meet again." I stopped inches from his face. "Let me introduce a few people." I wrapped an arm around Brett. "This is my mate. You took his sight from him. You killed one of his friends. Care to tell me why?"
Justin shook his head, tears staining his cheeks.
"I figured you wouldn't want to talk. The thing is, we have many ways to make you. I think we'll start with copying your first attack. What was it you took from Bridger and Brett?" I looked as if I was trying to remember. "Oh, that's it. I remember now. You took their eyes and Bridger's balls. We can start with that."
"No!" Justin screamed.
"Then maybe you better start talking. First, tell me who was with you?" I tore his shirt off his body and dropped it to the dirt.
"No one." He shook horribly, rattling the chains that held him. "It was just me."
"You lie. At both attacks there were two scents. One was yours, the other is a male. I'm guessing one of your friends? You know, we will find him. We'll go door to door in this town until we figure out who he is."
Justin shook his head. "He doesn't know anything. He thinks we were just hunting wolves for fun."
I raised a brow. "I find that hard to believe. Hunting is one thing, but torture? How did you explain why you were digging out eyeballs and cutting off balls?" I worked open the button of his pants and slid the zipper down. "I mean, that's not typical hunting. Besides, hunting wolves is illegal. How'd you talk him into it?"
"He didn't know. He thought we were going after rabbits at first. He's the one who got sick." Justin hung limply against the wall as he continued to cry.
I bent down and pulled his shoes off and tossed them aside, then, with more force than I needed, I pulled his pants down his legs. He screamed as they caught at about his thighs because his legs were spread wide and chained.
"Oops, looks like I'm going to have to cut these off." I pulled my hunting knife from my belt and held it up. "Good thing I keep this sharp." I gripped the pants and cut through the material as if it was butter.
"Please don't. I'm sorry." Snot dripped from his nose as he begged.
A crowd had gathered outside the cage to watch what I was doing. Brett and the others who had joined me inside the cage moved to the side so everyone had a view of what was going on.
"Please don't? Then tell me, what should we do to you, Justin? What is the penalty for killing someone in cold blood? Even in the human world, I think most face the death penalty, don't they?" I gripped the edge of his boxers and used the knife to cut those from his body, leaving him naked and on full display to everyone.
"Please, I'll do anything." The smell of his fear was so strong it was almost sickening.
"Tell me why. Why did you kill Bridger? What did he ever do to you?" I held the blade of the knife against his thigh.
"He hurt my sister." Justin shook against the chains that held him.
"Hurt her? She was his girlfriend. He cared about her. I saw them together the day before you killed him. They were happy together. Bridger would never hurt a woman." Brett stepped forward. "I knew Bridger. That wasn't who he was."
"Then why did my sister have bruises on her wrists and on her legs? Then I heard her telling Audrey that Bridger choked her. I heard her whispering about it. She refused to tell me what happened, but I knew it had to be Bridger. My sister was stupid and in love with him. She wouldn't tell me that he was hurting her, but I saw the signs."
I looked up at Brett as everything became clear. "You thought Bridger was beating your sister?"
"He was. I saw the bruises. He tried to choke her." Justin glared at me.
"Bridger didn't do anything to Mary she didn't ask for. She was his submissive. She asked him to choke her during sex. Bridger was trained in autoerotic asphyxia. Mary wanted to explore those things. She requested to be tied up, whipped. You killed him because he and your sister had a kinky sex life," Brett screamed. "Maybe that's why she wouldn't talk to you about it. It's not something brothers and sisters discuss."
I reached over and rested my hand against Brett's leg.
"Even then, you don't kill over it. You report it to the police." Brett shook his head. "I lost my sight because you assumed to know something?"
"I didn't know," Justin cried.
"How did you find out Bridger was a shifter?" I asked.
Justin shook his head. "I started to follow him around. I wanted to know what he did, look for ways to ruin his life. I ended up seeing him go into the woods one night a few weeks ago. He was alone, but I saw him. He shifted into that monster."
I rolled my eyes. "Wolf, not monster."
"It's not natural."
