Page 72 of Hack
"He can't move or speak, but he can hear you if you want to say anything to him." Xander stepped back.
Carter let go of the woman, letting her fall hard onto the bed as he walked around to Lyle. He stared down at the man, glad to see fear in his eyes. "You killed my daughter, you motherfucker!" He reached out and slapped the man's face. "You took her from me." He was starting to shake as the anger rose up inside of him.
"Where do you want him?" Xander asked.
"Right here is fine." Carter could do everything he wanted to on the bed. "Get her out of here. Tie her up, but don't hurt her yet." He added the yet just to add fear. They weren't going to hurt her at all. If she was guilty of anything, the police would sort that out. She wasn't his problem. Lyle was.
"Do you want him secured?"
"How long do I have?"
"Twenty minutes. Maybe a bit longer, but to be safe, we should say twenty." Xander was pulling zip ties out.
"I won't need them." Carter was already reaching for the knife in his pocket. Again, he was glad Xander had been there to help him pick out a good knife. He would have gone with some basic camping knife, but Xander showed him the ones with curved blades that he said worked better.
Carter knew that. Hell, he'd been ordering them for the team for years, but he wasn't thinking straight.
"Okay, yell if you need anything. I'll be out there." Xander picked the woman up as if she was nothing more than a bag of garbage, tossed her over his shoulder, and strode from the room.
"Looks like it's just you and me." Carter smiled at Lyle. "I've hunted you for years. My daughter was in the first group you killed." He didn't even mean to stab the guy, but suddenly the knife was coming down into the man's thigh.
Tears fell from the man's eyes, but he made no noise. Didn't move at all.
"Don't fucking cry. You deserve everything I'm going to do to you. You deserve worse honestly." Carter used the knife to cut at the man's clothing, tearing them off his body in shreds. Once he had him naked, he looked at the pathetic man, hating the sight of him with everything inside him. "I'm going to fucking make you suffer the same way you made all the girls you've killed suffer."
He couldn't take his eyes off the thin man. He'd expected so much more. Both his brothers were bigger. The photos he'd seen had all been from high school. He honestly didn't look much different now. Older, but that was really it.
"So where should I start? I read all the reports of what you did to those girls. To my daughter." Carter looked down at the man's limp cock. "Not much of a weapon there, but you used it anyway, didn't you?" He punched the man in the cock as hard as he could.
He loved the tears that flowed. He hadn't expected them.
The knife was still stuck in Lyle's leg, so he pulled it free. "You're not going to need it anymore, are you?"
Lyle stared at the knife.
"Oh no, I meant this." He took the knife and stabbed Lyle directly at the base of his cock. Blood flowed fast, even spurting for a second before settling to a flow. "You know, when I thought about doing this, I thought I'd want answers. I'd want to know why you did all this, but now that I'm here, I really don't want to know. All I want is you dead." He took the knife and stabbed him again, this time in the stomach. Once he started, he couldn't stop, bringing the knife up and down over and over again as he watched the life slowly fade from Lyle's body.
This wasn't at all how he'd planned things. He'd wanted to cut him slowly, make him suffer. See him bleed, but now, he just wanted him gone.
His hand shook as he held the knife. The scent of blood was nauseating, and he swallowed hard to keep from gagging. He frowned as he realized what he was smelling. Sometime during the attack, Lyle's bowels had let go. That was it. He was done. He couldn't do anymore. Yet, he couldn't walk away either. He just stood there staring at the man who had tortured so many. Killed so many.
Tears stung his eyes as he stood there. "Xander!"
It was only a few seconds before Xander walked into the room, probably waiting right outside the door in case he was needed. "I can't move." He swallowed hard again.
"He's not dead yet. Do you want me to do it?" Xander asked softly.
He wasn't sure how Xander knew that. He looked dead to him. "No. Tell me what to do." Carter needed to stop shaking.
"The best is to slit his throat." Xander spoke as if he'd suggested apple pie for dessert.
Carter nodded, forcing himself to take one step forward, then another. He took a deep breath, found the last of his strength, and slashed the blade over Lyle's throat, then dropped the knife on the floor beside the bed.
Xander was right beside him, holding one of his arms. "Anything else?"
Carter shook his head. "She okay?"
"Scared, but I've assured her, she's safe and the police will find her. She won't get away. I've got her tied well." Xander bent down and picked up the knife. He then pulled a bag out of his pocket and dropped the knife into it.
