Page 73 of Psycho
Lucas’s face went soft, his smile radiant. “That’s the sweetest thing anybody’s ever said to me after cutting off another man’s nipple.” August chuckled. “Are you going to keep slicing off body parts until he talks?”
“No. That was just for fun. I’m going to give him about thirty minutes with the headphones, and then we’re going to really get started.”
“So, what are we going to do in the meantime?” Lucas asked, letting his hands slide down to cup August’s ass.
“Mr. Blackwell, are you suggesting we fool around while there’s a man being tortured five feet away?” August teased, already backing Lucas up against a large metal cylinder that dominated the space.
“I mean, you once told me that you could get me off in thirty minutes or less,” Lucas reminded him.
There was the sound of boots scuffing over the concrete floor, then a voice called out, “Keep it in your pants, you little perverts.”
Lucas shoved August away from him like they were kids caught making out in a janitor’s closet. Asa and Avi appeared from the back of the building. Lucas frowned when he saw Avi swinging a two-liter bottle of soda.
August rolled his eyes. “What are you two doing here? I told Dad I needed help with the clean-up. We haven’t even started.”
Avi raked his gaze over Lucas in a way that made August contemplate gouging his eyes out, especially when it lingered at his crotch. “Strangely, Dad thought you might need some backup just in case Ms. Cleo here doesn’t have the stomach for the blood and guts.”
Lucas shot Avi his middle finger. Avi blew him a kiss. August gave Asa a look that let him know he better get their brother in check. As usual, it was ignored.
Asa walked to where Kohn dangled, giving the man a push, watching as he swung. “This him?”
August nodded.
“He doesn’t look like much,” Asa mused.
Kohn spit on him. Asa calmly wiped the spit from his cheek with the back of his hand before reaching between Kohn’s legs, gripping his balls and twisting with enough force to make all of their testicles attempt to climb back in their body. Kohn opened his mouth in a silent scream, then promptly threw up.
“Gross,” Avi muttered.
“Um, what is the two-liter bottle for?” Lucas asked.
Avi looked down at the bottle in his hands. “Oh, this? I thought we could test the soda bottle theory.”
“Soda bottle theory?” Lucas echoed apprehensively.
“Mm, you’ll see.”
“Well, I was going to give him another few minutes with the death metal, but what the hell? Might as well get started. He looks pretty worse for wear,” August muttered.
“You said he was mine,” Lucas reminded, looking back and forth between the twins.
Asa laughed. “Okay, psychic-friends-network. You wanna play? You can play.” He yanked the headphones from Kohn’s ears. “You gonna tell us where the girl is?”
“Fuck. You,” Kohn wheezed.
Asa snickered. “I was hoping you would say that.” He looked to Lucas, crooking his finger. “You ever waterboarded anybody?”
Lucas gave Asa the absurd look his question deserved. “No. I’ve never had the opportunity.”
“Well, now’s your chance. Only we’re going to use soda.”
Lucas frowned again. “I don’t follow.”
Asa handed him the bottle. “Don’t worry. I’m going to walk you through it. Take the cap off.”
Kohn scoffed, swollen eyes glaring in Lucas’s direction. He did as Asa instructed. Asa gave a look in August’s direction, making sure he was okay with where this was heading. “When you’re ready, put your thumb over the top and shake the shit out of it. We want to build that pressure good and high.”
“And then what?” Lucas asked, putting his thumb over the top but not agitating the soda.
