Page 185 of Reaper
Reaching up, I grasp a section of skin on his pec where I’d made a deep slice earlier. Slowly, I drag the knife across his skin as I start to literally skin him. Once I have a large chunk, I make a clean slice, separating it from his body. When I drop it down onto the plastic below us, Darren flinches as it makes a bit of a ‘splat’ noise. He stares at the piece of skin on the plastic before his gaze returns to mine, and a sliver of fear finally enters his eyes before he masks it. Whoever he is protecting, they must have something on him. Or he personally knows them. Hmmm…
I get to work, skinning more areas off his body. For other areas, I simply cut him in the same spot as before, but I go deeper. Unfortunately, Darren still refuses to talk. My suspicion that he knows the four men grows and unease settles in my gut.
Spinning on my heel, I set the filet knife on the table and walk over to Punisher’s toy closet as he calls it. Opening the doors, my gaze roams over the weapons and my gaze settles on an acetylene torch. Grabbing it, I light it and adjust the flame. Darren’s eyes widen as I walk back to him. He licks his lips nervously. The action smears blood on his lips, further confirming that he’s bitten his cheek or tongue in an effort to keep quiet.
“Who were the men you hired to kidnap me?”
His lips press in a hard line as he refuses to talk. Again. His gaze bounces between me and the torch a few times before it settles on something over my head.
I bring the torch closer, cauterizing the worst of his wounds before randomly running the flame over his skin. Glancing back up at him, I force my face to stay neutral when I see his own face is red and the veins in his neck and arms are bulging from his straining. My anger grows at seeing him still refusing to talk.
Fine.
Bending, I slowly pass the flame over the toes that are still supporting most of his weight. He cries out in pain for the first time, but still, he doesn’t give me anything useful. Except for more promises of pain while he breaks me into the submissive I’m apparently supposed to be since I’m a woman.
I chuckle darkly as I stand before running the torch back and forth over his nipple.
“Just because I’m a woman doesn’t mean I have to be submissive.” I pause as I shift the torch to his other nipple, making it burn and blister like the other one. “I am my own person. I think for myself. No one owns me, and they never will. Now, who were the men you hired to kidnap me?” Pausing again, I pass the flame over the side of his neck, inching up toward his ear since I know how much it hurts to have it burned. “Who did they work for? Was it someone you know? Is that why you’re being so tight lipped about them?”
His eyes widen at my words and I smirk internally. Now we’re getting somewhere.
Lowering the torch, I pass it over his inner thigh, and right before I get to his dick, he cries out again.
“They’ll kill me if I talk!”
I take a step back and his body visibly sags in relief, but then his eyes turn wary when his gaze meets mine again.
“You’re going to die here anyway, so you might as well tell us what we want to know. If you do that, death will come quicker.” I purposefully leave off that he’ll still be tortured some after he gives us the information we want, but I won’t drag it out as long.
He hesitates and for a moment I think he’s not going to talk, but then he slowly nods his head.
“I don’t know their names. I got their information from someone else since she owed me a favor.”
“Who did you get their information from?”
Once again, Darren hesitates, and I narrow my eyes at him. He seems to come to some sort of decision because he somehow manages to hold himself straighter and clamps his mouth shut again.
Well, if he wants to play it that way, then that’s how we’ll play.
“Punisher and Beast, can I have some help please?” I purr and Darren blanches when he notices the pain I have promised for him in my eyes.
Punisher walks past me and soon the sound of squeaky wheels reaches my ears. My grin deepens as Darren twists to try and keep Punisher in his line of sight, but he can’t twist that far with how he’s chained up. Beast helps Punisher get the table fully extended and when they open the clamps, the sound echoes throughout the room. Darren visibly flinches in response.
“Wha-What was that? What are you going to do to me?” Darren shakily asks as beads of sweat form on his forehead.
I grin but otherwise stay silent.
The guys wheel the table behind Darren who starts sputtering and pleading for us to let him go, but unfortunately, he isn’t giving us any useful information. Punisher gives Loki a chin lift who lowers the chains for Darren’s arms. Before Darren can think of escaping or swinging at the guys, Beast grabs his arms while Punisher deftly unhooks Darren’s ankle chains from the floor and grabs a hold of his ankles. They hoist him up on the table and quickly secure his chains to the metal loops welded onto the sides of the table. Beast secures a metal clamp around his torso before moving on to secure one around each arm. While he does that, Punisher secures clamps around each thigh,calf, and ankle. Finally, they tilt the table up just enough so that he can still see the rest of the club behind me.
Stepping over to the table, I set down the torch before picking up my bone saw and filet knife. Darren sputters again as I approach him. Beast wheels over a small table for me which I set the bone saw on for now.
Hovering my filet knife over his shin, I ask him again. “Who did you get their contact information from?”
Darren’s nostrils flare as he rests his head against the table, staring up at the ceiling.
No way will I allow this sleazy fucker to look away.
I slowly slice through his skin and then as I slice into his muscles, Darren cries out so loud my ears start ringing.
