Page 63 of Heart Stopping
Fairfield was getting weaker as he lost more and more blood, but he thrashed against his bindings at that. Struggling to get away, although he must have known he couldn't. Even if he wasn't outnumbered, he'd find it almost impossible to walk without toes.
"I'm not touching his dick," I said, disgusted at the thought. It wasn't much bigger than his pinky finger, but…yuck.
"I'm sorry, but I'm out," Cass said. He looked just as disgusted. If he went anywhere near that thing, he might be sick again.
"You hear that?" Boner patted Fairfield's bicep. "No one wants to touch your willy."
Fairfield stared back at him balefully. Did he think he was getting out of here otherwise intact?
"It might be time for the bath," Archer said.
"You want to clean this guy?" Boner jerked his thumb toward Fairfield. "We’ve barely started making a mess with him."
"Not in water," Archer said evenly. As if that explained everything.
Boner stared at him for a moment before understanding dawned. "Not hot water either? Let me guess, soda?" He clearly didn't think soda was involved.
"Vinegar and bicarb soda?" He didn't believe that either, although he seemed to like the idea. It would certainly be dramatic. A human volcano, but without the fun of lava.
"Hydrofluoric acid," Archer said. "It'll break down bone and tissue slowly, making it hurt, but easy to clean up afterwards."
Boner stepped over to him, placed his hands to either side of his head and loudly kissed him on the mouth. "You, my friend are bloody awesome."
Archer blinked at him a couple of times before gesturing toward Fairfield. "I could use a hand carrying him there."
"Anything for you." Boner stepped around to Fairfield's feet and started to remove the straps from the table. His ankles were still tightly bound together, as were his wrists.
After a moment, Cass stepped over to help them. The three of them carried Fairfield to the bathroom and pushed him into thebath. He slid down the side and landed in the bottom with a thud and a cry of pain.
They reattached the restraints to rings screwed into the side of the porcelain and stood back.
At one end of the bath a drum was connected to a tap, not unlike my box at home. When Archer leaned over to open the tap, acid started to trickle out slowly. At first, it didn't seem to do anything, then Fairfield started to whimper.
With the plug firmly in place, the bath filled slowly, liquid gradually creeping up over his legs, then his stomach.
I half expected to hear it sizzle, but of course it didn't. It wasn't a pan full of hot oil. This time.
"That should do it for now." Archer turned the tap, cutting off the flow. "We don't want him to drown in there."
"Yet," Boner and I said in unison.
"Yes, yet," Archer agreed. "He can have some fun in there for a while first."
"I don't know, but I think it's us having the fun," Boner said. "I know I am. All this revenge is making me horny." He adjusted the front of his pants.
Fairfield stared up at us with wide, terrified eyes. As the acid went to work on his skin, he finally understood. He wasn't getting out of this alive. His only hope now was to die quickly. That wish wasn't going to come true either.
I startled as Cass' phone rang.
He pulled it out of his pocket and glanced at the screen. "It's Jules." He answered the call and pressed the phone to his ear. "Hey, what's going—" He stopped to listen. "He is? Isn't that, um…" He looked down at Fairfield and frowned. "It's too bad. His family must be worried."
He listened again. "What makes you think I know where he is?"
Jules raised his voice, loud enough for me to hear him, if not what he was saying.
Cass winced. "All right, fine. Give me a minute." He lowered the phone. "Jules had a change of heart…"
CHAPTER 24
