Page 36 of Justified
I held it up to him, jigging it.“Kind of pathetic looking, if I may say so,” I commented, then tossed the piece of flesh over my shoulder.I looked at Walter and he was crying and snarling at me.Yeah, he wasn’t quite ready to talk just yet, but he would be soon enough.Right now, he was still in that indignant stage.
“Fuck you!”he spat at me.His chin was covered in saliva and he looked like shit.That made me happy.
“Ready to talk?No?Okay,” I said, then leaned over, grabbing his other nipple.Again, he screamed and thrashed about, but I continued slicing through his flesh as more blood poured from his wounds.With one more slice, his nipple came clean off in my fingers and I held it up for him to see.
He had snot pouring from his nose now as more tears poured from his eyes.Yeah, he was being tenderized.“P-please… no more… please,” he begged.
“Who runs the site?”I asked.
“I… I swear… I don’t know,” he stammered.
Ahhh, now we were making progress.“You’ve already lied to me multiple times tonight, Mr.Jingles.How am I supposed to trust what you’re saying now?”
“I swear, I’ll tell you everything I know.Please, just stop,” he pleaded.
Sorry son of a bitch couldn’t even take a fraction of what he’d put that child through.If I wasn’t concerned about leaving my DNA on him, I’d piss on his ass right now, that was for sure.
“Start talking,” I ordered, holding my knife up with his blood on the blade for him to see.
“I swear, I’m telling you the truth,” he huffed.“I… I don’t know who runs the site.”
“How did you become a member?”
“Through a friend of mine.”
“Who?”
“Jesus, you can’t expect me to tell you that!”He looked at me as if I’d asked him the dumbest question in the world.
“I do expect you to keep your word.You said you’d tell me everything you knew.So far, you haven’t told me shit.”I decided to improvise a little and stabbed him hard in his thigh, making sure my knife went straight through his bone.
“Ahhhhhh!!!Fuck!!Jesus Christ!”he yelled and slobbered as he struggled in the chair once again.
I left my knife in the wound and walked over to my collection and picked up another with a jagged blade.“Who’s your friend?If I were you, I’d be worrying less about him and more about what I’m going to do to you if you don’t start giving me shit I can use.”
“You’re… you’re fucking crazy!”he whined.
“Yeah, I am.So, who’s your friend?”
“Tate… Richard Tate,” he panted, then moaned in agony.
I looked at his wounds and the blood was flowing pretty freely.Not so much where I’d stabbed him because the blade was still inside the wound.Yeah, he could last for what I had planned.As for the information he’d given me, I didn’t know who the fuck Richard Tate was other than another dick.However, I was sure Jordan could find out everything I’d need to take him out, too.
“Okay, keep talking, stop teasing me with the goodies.I want it all,” I snarled.
“I’ve only been a member six months.We all pay an annual fee of five million dollars and we get the privilege to outbid each other for a chance to fulfill our darkest desires.”
I sneered.“Killing a kid… that was your darkest desire?What in the hell is wrong with having a normal fucking kink like letting someone piss on you?Or dressing up like a grown ass baby?”
“That’s what I know,” he said.
“How often do you log on?How often do they do the Killing Game?”
“Twice, maybe three times a week.We never know when, so I log in and check every night,” he said.
Sick ass motherfuckers.“Is your friend a member?”
He nodded weakly.“Yes.”
