“What about the…”
“Pick between the Magnum or that white Caddy. They will blend in with everyone else.”
Clayton interrupted. “I need help. I’m having a hard time breathing.”
Seth tossed a rib on the floor in front of him. “Hush, I’m talking to my buddy.”
Wyatt shrugged his shoulders. “The Magnum, I guess.”
“We can take the Camaro when we go on another road trip.”
“Really?”
“Sure. Our next trip we’ll try to act right so it won’t matter if we stand out.”
“That sounds good. When do you want to leave for Fort Stockton?”
“Soon as we’re done here.”
“Do you think Darren is really there?”
“It’s worth checking out.”
“Sounds good. I’ll go with you.” Wyatt pointed towards Clayton. “What about him?”
“We’re going to stick him in that cage over there.” Seth pointed.
Wyatt looked at the cage that was next to the vehicles. It was huge. “Did you build that?”
“Picked it up at a safari that was going out of business.”
“Why do you want to put him in there?”
“So he won’t piss and shit on my floor.”
“He’s going to do that in the cage.”
“The floor is already covered in piles of shit.”
Wyatt’s eyes opened wide. “Don’t tell me you’ve had someone in there already.”
“Then I won’t.”
Clayton started crying. “Why are you two acting like I ain’t a person? I have rights too.”
Seth patted the back of his head. “You lost those rights when you killed the Johnson’s.”
“Please don’t put me in the cage. I need to get to the hospital. I don’t want to die.”
Seth laughed. “Your back is fine.” He loosened the straps that were squeezing his rib cage, then released his head. “It was all bullshit.”
Clayton raised his head and took a deep breath, then looked over his shoulder. “I’m covered in blood.”
Seth held up the empty bags. “Not yours.”
“I felt you breaking my ribs.”
Seth held up several of them. “Just props.”
Clayton’s eyes opened wide. “I don’t understand.”
Wyatt laughed. “You got mind raped, fool.”
Eye for an Eye
Four hours later Seth pulled up to the apartments that were on the corner of Eighth and Trevor. “Wake up, we’re here.”
Wyatt rubbed his eyes. “Where’re we at?”
“The apartments.”
He looked around. “Where is everyone at?”
“It’s almost 2 PM. Probably still asleep.”
“What’s the plan?” He looked at Seth and did a double take when he noticed he was disguised as an older white woman. “What the fuck! When did you do that?”
“When you were asleep.”
“How long have we been parked here?”
“I did it while I was driving.”
“That took some skill.”
Seth put on a Pizza Hut hat. “I’ll be back in a minute. Have the car running and ready to go.”
“You want me to drive?”
“Be in the driver seat in case I do.” Seth got out, grabbed some pizza boxes from the backseat, then went up some stairs. A few minutes later he and an older white man came out of an apartment. He was wearing worn blue jeans with holes, a white tank top, he had long dirty-blond hair, unkempt facial hair and his skin was tan. He kind of looked like Sam Elliot in the Road House movie. The man was limping as Seth followed him closely. When they got to the car, Seth made him get in the backseat, then shot him with his tranquilizer gun. Within a few seconds, he fell over in the seat. Seth opened the driver’s door. “Slide over.”
Wyatt noticed Seth had some blood on his shirt. “Are you okay?”
“It’s Darren’s.” He backed up, then took off in a hurry.
“Is everything okay?”
“We need to get out of here before the cops come.”
“What happened?”
“I had to take out two punks that were in the apartment.”
“Did you kill them?”
“I shot them in the head if that answers your question.”
Wyatt looked worried. “Did anyone see what happened?”
“Not that’s alive.”
“Why is Darren bleeding?”
“He thinks I’m a bounty hunter and wasn’t being cooperative, so I had to shoot him in the leg for motivation.” Seth looked in the backseat. “Get back there and tie him up. There’s some rope in the glove box.”
Wyatt crawled into the rear seat. “He freakin’ stinks.”
“He’s a scumbag.”
Wyatt started gagging. “I think he shit his pants.”
Seth laughed. “Don’t get it on the leather.”
Wyatt looked nauseated as he crawled into the front seat. “That dude is gross.”
“He’s a scumbag.”
“You’ve already said that.” Wyatt looked around. “Are we in the clear?”
“We should be, but I’m going to pull into this car wash coming up and wash off the black paint.” Seth noticed Wyatt looked confused. “It’s been painted with temporary auto paint. The high-pressure water will blow the black paint right off the factory white. It’s a common practice for me to do this. That’s why I wanted to take the Caddy or this one.”
Seth pulled into a car wash. Wyatt got out and watched as the black paint washed right off into the drain. They drove in with a black car and left in a white one.
Four hours later Seth was pulling back up to the barn. “We’re here, sleepy head.”
Wyatt had slept most of the trip. He sat up and stretched. “I feel a lot better. He looked over the backseat, then at Seth. “Why is he still out?”
“I gave him a sedative.”
“Then you’re going to drag his stinky ass out of here.”
Wyatt opened a door as Seth drove into the barn. Clayton was sitting Indian style in the cage. He looked pissed as he watched Seth drag his buddy across the floor. He stood up and grabbed the bars. “Just to let you know the cops are on their way.”
Seth approached him. “How do you figure that?”
“Some kids snuck in here when y’all were gone and I told them what was happening. The cops will probably be here at any moment.”
Seth laughed. “They’re not coming.”
“Yes, they are.”
“No, they’re not. They’re the ones who hired us to do this.” Clayton looked troubled as Seth walked off.
Wyatt went up to Seth as he was putting stuff on a pushcart. “Are you sure he’s not telling the truth?”
“You forgot that I have this place wired with cameras. No one came in here. He’s just trying to save his ass.”
“That makes sense.” Wyatt noticed a strange looking tool on the cart. “What is that?”
“It’s a battery-operated rescue tool, also known as the Jaws of Life.”
“What are you planning on doing with that?”
“It’s for motivational purposes?”
“I’m not even going to ask.”
“Probably for the best.”
Wyatt noticed other items on the cart (potato peeler, spoon, bag of salt, bucket of gravel, chains, locks, syringes, medical supplies). “Interesting group of items.”
“I’m glad you think so.”
Wyatt picked up a strange looking device. It had a T handle on top of a two-inch diameter shaft that was eight inches long. The handle had a lever on one side, resembling a motorcycle’s brake lever. The shaft had a pointed end, and there were slits all the way around the middle section of it. Wyatt pulled in the lever, causing barbs to protrude from the slits. “What is this for?”
“Pulling out buttholes. I call it the ass plucker.”
Wyatt tossed it back on the cart. He looked at his hands. “Has it
been used?”
“Of course.”
Seth pushed the cart next to a ceiling support post. He secured two chains to the post, then secured one of the chains to Darren’s ankle. “Do you wanna shoot Clayton with a dart so I can chain him up?” He held out his tranquilizer gun.
Wyatt shook his head. “No thanks.”
“You sure you want to watch this? I thought you were going to stay in the RV?”
“I don’t know what I’m going to do, but just don’t get carried away.”
“Like how?”
“Don’t do any barbaric shit like in your stories.”
“I’ve restrained myself while on this trip.”
“Maybe, but it looks as if you’re going to do something messed up by the items you have on the cart.”
“Those are just in case you change your mind on what I can and can’t do.”
“I’m not going to.”
“Just let me know when I can go full psychopath on these assholes.”
“Never.”
“We’ll see about that.” Seth went over to Clayton. “I need to move you next to your buddy. Is there going to be an issue, or do I need to go ahead and knock you out?”
“Fuck you!”
Seth shot him with a dart, then dragged him to the post and secured him with the other chain. He looked at Wyatt. “Hand me a scalpel from the cart.”
Wyatt handed it to him. “What are you going to do?”
Seth knelt next to Darren. “I’m also going to need two of the red boxes with the wires, the long rod and the staple gun.”
Wyatt noticed the boxes had long wires hanging from them. “What are these wires for?”
“The wires are the electrodes. The box contains the electronics.”
“What the hell. Why would you do that?”
“So, I can shock the fuck out of them from the inside. Their legs will have a different polarity than their arms.” Seth cut off Darren’s clothes, then sliced his abdomen open. He shoved one of the boxes down into his intestines. “Hand me the rod.”
Wyatt was holding his hand over his mouth as he handed it to him. “Dude, this is restraining yourself?”
Seth took the rod and stuck it into Darren’s upper right chest, then forced it under his skin towards his abdomen. He pulled the end out the gash, tied one of the wires to it, then pulled the rod out. The wire was now under his skin from his abdomen to the top of his right chest. He unhooked the wire, then shoved the rod in Darren’s right arm above his elbow, around the front of his shoulder, then out the same hole in his chest. He tied the wire back on, then pulled it under his skin. He repeated the same thing between his wrist and elbow, then between the end of his index finger and wrist. The wire made a complete run from his abdomen to the end of his finger. Seth clipped the excess hanging from his finger, then closed the puncture holes with super glue.
Wyatt looked nauseated. “Why did you do that? I thought you weren’t going to do anything barbaric.”
“I’ve already told you it’s so I can shock him. And it’s not what I would consider barbaric.”
“Then we need to define it.”
“You see any guts or limbs lying on the floor?”
“No.”
“Then it’s not barbaric.”
“That’s your opinion.”
Seth laughed. “I see your point. Doing this kind of shit is small stuff to me.”
“Will it hurt?”
“I don’t know. This will be the first time I’ve done this.” Seth did the same thing to Darren’s left side, then ran the wires from his abdomen to his big toes. “Hand me the stapler.”
Wyatt was flush as he handed it to him. “Is this the time to try new things?”
“Just as good as any other, I suppose.” He stapled the wound closed, then poured superglue all over it. He held up the stapler. “Do you wanna do Clayton?”
“You know the answer.”
Seth cut Clayton’s abdomen open, then started running the wires. Thirty minutes later he stood up. “Go get me some more superglue. There’s some in the cabinet by the work bench.”
Wyatt walked off, and when he came back, Seth was stapling the wound closed. “Go ahead and glue his cuts.” Seth looked at his watch. “They’ll both be out for a while. I’m going to go chill out.” He pushed the cart off to the side. “I’ll be in the RV. Come get me up when they’re awake.”
Two hours later Wyatt came into the RV. “They’re up and want to talk to you.”
Seth was sitting on a couch reading a book and smoking a cigarette. He looked over his reading glasses, noticing Wyatt had a disturbed look. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.”
He set the book and his glasses on a table. “Bullshit.”
Wyatt closed the door. “They’re just being aggressive because of what you did to them.”
“And?”
“They told me if I didn’t let them go that they would find me in the middle of the night and do horrible things to me.”
Seth stood up. “Then we’ll just have to make sure they won’t be able to do such when I’m done with them.”
“They’re planning on killing you too.”
“Good.” When Seth walked out of the RV he noticed the two men were messing with their chains. Clayton was sitting and Darren was standing. “Hey, fuckheads!”
Clayton looked at Seth, then looked up at Darren. “That’s the punk I was tellin’ you about.”
Seth walked up. “I heard you two were running your mouths.”
Darren grabbed his chest, fell to his knees, then onto his side. “I think I’m having a heart attack.”
Clayton crawled over to him. “He needs your help!”
“You dill weeds think I’m gonna fall for that shit?”
Clayton tried to charge Seth, but his feet were too sore from the steel shoes and he fell to his knees. “What the fuck did you do to me?” He tried to lift his arms. “My arms and legs are sore as shit.” He rubbed his stomach. “And what is this shit?”
“An experiment.”
He glared at Seth as if he wanted to kill him. “You’re a sorry motherfucker!”
“You better stop eye fucking me, asshole.”
“Or what?”
Darren stood up, limping on his leg that had been shot. He laid his hand on Clayton’s shoulder. “It’ll be alright, bro. I’ll get us out of this.”
Seth laughed. “A compassionate rapist. I’ve seen it all.”
Darren gritted his teeth. “Fuck you, asshole!” He looked down at his waist, then at Seth and Wyatt. “And why in the fuck are we naked? You two some kind of sick perverts?”
“If I was, I wouldn’t be interested in you, stubby.” Seth flicked his cigarette butt at him, striking him in the face.
He glared at Seth. “I’m gonna kill your ass when I get loose.”
Wyatt was standing behind Seth. Darren looked at him. “And I’m gonna prison rape you, boy.”
Wyatt’s eyes got big. “Why the fuck does everyone want to rape me?”
“Because they’re fags.” Seth lit another cigarette, then pointed at Darren. “Speaking of killing and raping people, what was your role with the Johnson’s?”
“Who in the fuck are you talkin’ about?”
“The people in Dallas that you raped and murdered, dumbass.”
Darren grinned, displaying a few missing teeth. “Come over here and find out.”
Clayton was still glaring at Seth. “Don’t tell that piece of shit anything.”
Darren thought he had Seth figured out. “He’s just another lowlife bounty hunter. I’ve fucked guys like him in prison.”
“It’s good to know you like butt fucking dudes, homo.” Seth flicked his cigarette at him, striking his chest.
He wiped the ashes from his skin. “Homo? You’re the one who has two men stripped down naked and chained to a fucking pole.”
Seth lit another cigarette. “And stop making me waste my smokes, asshole.”
“Flick another one over here and I will shove it up your ass.”
“There you go again, wanting to stick something in a dude’s ass. You’re definitely a fag.”
“Screw you!”
Clayton was still staring with hate-filled eyes. Seth pointed at him. “I told you to stop eye fucking me.”
“Screw you, white boy!”
Seth grabbed the spoon from the cart, then tossed it at his feet. “Pop out one of your fucking eyes!”
Clayton threw it back. “You can shove that up your ass!”
Seth picked it up. “Speaking of ass, I’m going to make Darren go colon diving in yours.”
Darren gritted his teeth. “Dude, you lost your fuckin’ mind.”
Seth pulled a remote out of his pocket. He looked at Wyatt. “This will be a true test. I wanna see if I can make him pop out his eye with the spoon.”
“That’s freakin’ sick.”
“I’ve tried before with others, but with bad results.”
“What do you mean?”
“I’ve never been able to inflict enough pain without destroying their body.”
“That doesn’t make sense.”
“Think about popping out your eye with a spoon. Could you do it?”
Wyatt blinked as he thought about it. “No fucking way.”
“That’s what I mean; there’s something about the eyes. I have better luck making assholes rip off their dicks than popping their eye out with a spoon.”
“And why a freakin’ spoon?”
“Because it’s gross, but hopefully the internal electrodes will make him do it.”
“I thought…”
Darren interrupted. “What the fuck?” He noticed Wyatt and Seth were acting like he and Clayton weren’t in the same room. He clinched his fist. “What the fuck is wrong with y’all?”
Clayton could barely walk as he went over to Darren. “That’s what I was trying to tell ya; these fuckers are insane. Don’t get caught up in their bullshit.”
Seth tossed the spoon back on the floor. He glared at Clayton. “Shove that around your eye and sever it from the arteries and optic nerve. And don’t fuck it up. I want it in one piece.”
Clayton started to throw the spoon again, but Seth energized his electrodes. Clayton’s body trembled as he fell to his knees. Darren charged Seth, but his chain jerked him back. “You motherfucker! I’m going to kill you! You hear me? I’m going to rip you apart!”
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