Page 34 of Explode
Perhaps he didn’t have good sense after all.
“I figured you’d say that.” Miles returned to stand by my side, a pair ofbolt croppers in his hand. Alex glanced down at them, and a flash of fear crossed his face. “Please don’t interrupt me, Alex. I loathe it when people interrupt,” I said calmly.
Smack.
This time, I punched him in the gut, knocking the wind out of him, andensuring he wasn’t able to speak for a minute.
“I’ll start again. I’m going to ask you some questions. You’re going toanswer them. Every time you refuse to answer my question, we’re going to hurt you. We’ll start with removing every one of your fingers, and if you still refuse to answer, we’ll remove every one of your toes.”
As if to demonstrate my point, Miles snipped the bolt croppers, and awicked smile took over his lips. Alex’s eyes darted to the bolt croppers and then to Miles’ face as he tried to regain his breath. The flash of fear returned, only this time it stayed put for a little longer.
“Then I’m going to put a bag over your head and suffocate you. Not tokill you, mind, enough so that your lungs are on fire and youthinkyou are going to die, only then I’ll cut the bag open, just so I can do it all over again.”
The fear on his face settled deeper.
I moved to the side of the room where the other end of the ropehanging from the ceiling and connected to Alex’s wrists was. This end was connected to a pulley. I gave it a small tug, and Alex’s wrists jolted up slightly behind his back.
“If you still refuse to answer my questions, I’m going to yank thisrope,” I paused and tugged again, “really fucking hard, hard enough so that both shoulders dislocate.”
His face paled as I walked to stand back in front of him.
“Then, I’m going to take a hammer to your kneecaps. Now, I’ve neverhad that done to me before, but I hear it hurts. A lot. After, I’m going to take the hammer to your ribs.”
His eyes darted nervously between Miles and me, and even with theblood streaming down his face, I could see his cheeks had turned from pale to green.
“And if you still refuse to speak, I’m going to take a blow torch toevery inch of your skin, starting with your cock. You’ll be conscious for all of this, of course. Wouldn’t want you to miss out.” I beamed at him, giving him the best sadistic smile I could muster. I was going to enjoy every second of torturing him. “Shall we start?”
“Fuck you,” he hissed before spitting blood at my feet.
“You know what, Alex? I was really fucking hoping you’d say that,” Ireplied, more than ready to get my hands dirty.
“I bet he doesn’t get past his toes being removed before he’ssquealing like a bitch,” Miles said.
“Nah, I reckon it’ll be after the shoulder dislocation,” I replied, ignoringthe panic on Alex’s face.
“Want to make it interesting? $50 says he’s talking after the last littlepiggy comes off,” Miles said, moving to behind the chair and positioning the bolt croppers onto Alex’s little finger. Alex tried to pull away, but his attempts were futile, as were his cries of protest.
“You have a deal,” I replied.
And then we got to work.
I won the bet. After his shoulders snapped, Alex sang like a bird.
“I rather enjoyed that,” I said to Miles as we left the room whereAlex’s dead body lay.
“That’s ‘cos you’re a sick fuck,” Miles replied, shoving a $50 bill intomy hand.
“Says the man who squished Alex’s eyeballs with his thumbs.”Watching the blood stream from his eye sockets had turned even my stomach.
Miles shrugged, not in the slightest bit fazed by his own fucked uptorture techniques.
As we made our way across the garden to the house Miles, Riley,and the others had been staying in, I churned over the information Alex provided about Hendrix and what his plans were.
Hendrix was a stupid prick.
I just didn’t realize he wasthatstupid.
Chapter 10
