“Right now buddy, you are in my basement tied to a chair.”
“Who are you?”
“I’m the one who has you. Who are you?” I asked. I already knew, I had his wallet.
“Fuck you.” He ground out.
“I’ll pass, David.” I said conversationally. “Answer some questions for me, and I will let you out of here.” I lied to the struggling man.
He glared at me. “Who sent you?” He asked. Raising my eyebrows, I thought that was curious he would think someone would send me to hurt him.
Saying nothing to him, I picked up the nail gun, walked over to him. He started protesting when I pulled the trigger, his face turning to a mask of horror when the pain set in. “What the fuck?” He screamed. Putting three more nails in his leg before I said anything, his whole body was trembling, “I need some information.”
Pushing on the already embedded nails, he screamed his displeasure. “Ask.” He gritted out.
Shoving a picture of Edgar in his face, there was no recognition until I said, “He had a three-inch pipe shoved up his ass because he had the audacity to try and contact his brother who was living with a man named Langley.”
His face showed all the signs I needed. “Hey man, I just do as I’m told. It was nothing personal.”
“Yeah well it was fucking personal to me.” Getting up close to him, pulling my knife out, my point registered to him.
“I don’t know anything except Langley sent the group message to meet at the pit. He pays us to help him roast the ass- I mean people." He grimaced when I squeezed his leg.
“Names of everyone else who was with you.”
He hesitated until the point of my knife touched his eye. Then he sang like a bird. It occurred to me that he assumed I was going to let him walk out of here. That amused me.
“One last thing,” I ask casually, “where can I find Langley these days?”
“He has been staying under the radar since his house burnt down.”
“Not good enough.” I shoved my knife in his left eye until it popped. His mouth dropped. He vomited all over the front of himself.
“Please.” He sobbed.
“Where. Is. Langley.” The nail gun fired again.
“Okay, OKAY!!” He screamed. “He is throwing a huge New Year’s Eve party.”
Of course he was. “Where?”
My head almost started spinning when he gave me the address. The son of a bitch was throwing his party at Edgar’s home, where he had lived in. The place I had first seen him.
That was in six weeks. I had plenty of time to nurture my darkness and let it fester. Vengeance would be mine.
Slitting his throat on the way out, his mouth opened in a silent scream. Walking away, I left his body there to rot.
Chapter Seven
Execution
After he gave me the names of all the people that participated in Edgar's twisted execution, I dedicated myself to learn everything there was about them. I spent long hours of stalking them, following them around, finding out which places they frequented, where they ate, what they did down to the last detail. My original plan was to hunt them one by one until I found out almost all of them would be at Langley’s party. All but one.
Women are usually my least favorite to hunt, but this one I wanted to savor. She cut my brother's feet then offered him hope when there was none. Lola LaCraux would be the first to die out of the bunch.
The problem was, she was never alone. Her lover, Marcus Hawk was her pet and followed her everywhere. He was one of the beefy men that had held my brother while she committed the sin.
Following them both to her house, I waited outside, looking through the window. As luck would have it, she treated him like a true animal. After he serviced her, she made him crawl inside a large cage. He was in a submissive position, on his knees with his body leaning forward. I had to learn this position for Langley when we went to clubs. He looked almost too big for the cage, but she managed to latch the outside. She dropped her robe, then walked out of the room.
This was my chance to come in, while he was incapacitated. I had a bag full of equipment with me. Walking around to the back yard, the back door was locked. Taking my hammer out, I broke the small pane of glass on the door, then slipped my hand inside to unlock it.
Letting myself in, I could hear the shower running. That was a good sign. She didn’t hear the commotion of the glass breaking from the door. I still had the element of surprise.
I walked into her bedroom seeing the whip on the bed. That would be a perfect reinforcement for the cage. I didn’t need the big guy trying to save the day.
His head came up when I walked in. His eyes narrowed but he couldn’t make a sound. She had gagged him. I smiled, waved, then took the whip and entwined it in the front of the cage around the lock mechanism so it would be an extra layer of protection. He was shaking his head no, making muffled sounds. I flipped him off, standing against the wall where she couldn’t see me. As she walked into the room, “Marcus what is all this ruckus you are making? Do you need to be punished again?” Lola scowled.
She never even knew I was there until I grabbed her by hair on the back of her head and slammed her face against the wall. Bashing it two more times for good measure, she moaned in pain. “Umph", she whimpered, “oooo are eweee?” She squeaked out.
“Shut up.” I couldn’t stand to hear the cunt speak.
She was bleeding from her nose, and smashed lips. Throwing her on the bed, I grabbed my bag. Marcus was throwing himself against the cage trying to break it open.
Lola tried to get up, so I punched her hard in the stomach. She grunted then doubled over on the bed. I brought my knife out and Edgar’s picture. I sat beside her holding her down. She was completely naked, I grabbed her tit, twisting it hard, took the serrated end of my knife then sliced it off.
Marcus looked at me in disbelief. She screamed, “Why?”
I held Edgar’s pic up. Marcus seemed to be in shock over the loss of her appendage. She knew exactly who he was. She had tears streaming down her face when she looked at me, smiled, and said, “That pansy ass piece of shit deserved it.”
Tilting my head, I looked at her for a moment. Well I could show her I guess, what her pansy ass piece of shit deserved then. I whispered in her ear, “Big talk from someone who has no protection except a caged gorilla.” Taking the accelerant and lighter out of my bag, I smirked soaking him in it, “Let’s see how tough your guy is.” She screamed as I lit him up like a barbecue.
He smashed back and forth against the cage as the fire engulfed him. It was starting to spread in the room. Taking a small axe out of my bag, I grinned. I slammed it into her ankle, having to do it three times on each side to completely sever the foot.
The smoke was really thick as the fire was getting out of control. I looked at her, “Guess we better get out of here. You are free to go now. Oh, here, you will need these.” I threw both of her feet at her. She screamed for to help her as I ran out the door.
Chapter Eight
Langley
New Year’s Eve As It Was Intended
Langley watched as the people piled into the building. He had planned to throw a party, then received a message from Mistress K at Club VooDoo Lily that they were throwing a party in his honor to celebrate the new building he had purchased. This would be his first party he had gone to since he lost his Chaos. Every one of his regulars had accepted his invitation except he hadn’t heard from two, David and Lola. He was grateful of the club. They had let him stay there when he returned to find his house burnt down.
If anything would draw his boy out, this would. He may’ve gone too far, pushed him to the limit, but fucking hell he couldn’t think of anything else but him. They belonged together. Surely once Chaos decided to come home, he would understand why he made the choices he made.
There he was. When the door opened it was as if people understood how dangerous Chaos was. They gave him a wide berth when he walked in. Yet t
hey still couldn’t take their eyes off of him.
Chapter Nine
Chaos
I saw Langley as soon as I entered. Of course, he was expecting me. We locked eyes as I sauntered in, keeping in each other’s sight.
“I’ve missed you.” Langley said without preamble as soon as we were within earshot.
“Why? You couldn’t find anyone to torture?”
He flinched at my harsh words. “Chaos.” He murmured.
“We need to talk.” I said, ignoring the pain in my chest from seeing him.
Langley nodded, offering his hand to me. I shook my head no. I saw the wounded look before he made his face go blank. He nodded, then walked towards the stairs.
Servers were walking around with trays of hors d’oeuvres and different cocktails. I grabbed a glass of wine from one, following him up the stairs.
“Why did you buy Edgar’s building? How fucking sick are you to kill my brother then buy his house?”
“Chaos I bought it for you.”
I shook my head. Did he think I was a fucking idiot? “Did you kill my brother for me too? Because I don’t fucking remember asking you to.”
“I can’t do anything except say I was wron-"
A huge bell sound reverberated through the room. Then over a loud speaker a disembodied voice said, “Ladies and Gentlemen! Welcome to Club VooDoo Lily’s First Annual New Year’s Eve Party! Can we please get the guests of honor on the stage please? Langley and Chaos. Could you please come to the balcony?”
We looked at each other. He had a confused look on his face.
“What the fuck. How did you know I was going to be here?” I accused.
“I swear I don’t know what the hell is going on. They know you and I aren’t together. Maybe they saw you walk in and made an assumption?”
I shook my head. Fuck that. Over the loudspeaker came our names again. Sighing, Langley stood up, and walked toward the door. Reluctantly, I followed him.
There was a huge countdown clock. There was 37 minutes until midnight. Everyone was excitable. Music was being piped out, drinks were being served, food was plenty. On the balcony were six people dressed in an array of outfits. Some leather, some formal, a couple not at all.
Langley walked up to a severe looking woman in leather, kissed her on the cheek, and shook the hands of some of the others.
The woman took the microphone. “Good evening everyone!” A round of applause cheered her on. “For those of you not familiar with me, I am Mistress K. Co- owner of VooDoo Lily. We are really excited to spend the New Year with you. Our club has been through a serious transition this year so next year, we are expanding!” That erupted in hoots and cheers. “I want to thank you all for letting us help you bring in the New Year as it was intended – with a bang!”
Clapping erupting and the building echoed the sound like a thousand thundering hooves. She turned around to me and Langley. “Surprise.” She whispered with a devious look on her face, then everything turned black.
When I woke up, I seemed to be dangling above the center of the room. My head was groggy. I couldn’t move but I could turn my neck seeing Langley in the same predicament I was in.
We were both suspended by rope from a contraption that had pulleys on it over top of a big machine.
Mistress K was still talking. “It looks like our boys are waking up! Those amped up cattle prods really do the trick!” The crowd laughed.
I couldn’t believe it. This fucking bitch took me down with a cattle prod. For what?
“These two have been the hardest two to catch in the game. Thank you all for sticking it out. When poor broken Langley contacted us, I just knew we needed to add Chaos as one of our contestants. These two lovelorn men will die as they lived – needlessly.” That earned laughter from the crowd. She continued, “Everyone who guessed they would be killed on New Year’s Eve, single or together, your money has been deposited in your account.” Applause.
The engine of the machines sitting side by side roared to life. I couldn’t figure out what they were, not able to bend my neck that far, until we were lowered closer to it. A wood chipper. They were feeding us through goddamned wood chippers. I glanced at him. He wouldn’t look at me. I can’t say I didn’t want him to die, but fuck.
I felt the first blade tear through my flesh, pulling it off of my foot. I screamed in pain as the blades simultaneously shredded and chipped through my bones in my body. I could hear Langley’s pain filled shrieks in the distance, but I was in so much immense pain, I couldn’t focus on him.
He was quiet before I was. I heard the bitch on the microphone, “Chaos wins the side bets of surviving the longest. I put the machines on slow so we could see who could hold on the longest. He is at chest level. Langley didn’t last past his spleen.”
“Cunt.” I sputtered out, or I thought I did. My chest crushing was my last final coherent moment.
Epilogue
Mistress K
Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two , one – HAPPY NEW YEAR’S!
The crowd roars were deafening. I could feel the pulse of electricity. There was nothing like a good game of bet on the kill to get your blood pumping. People would gamble on anything, they were vultures.
When I planned this, I made it perfectly clear this was an overnight event. Everyone had to drop their keys in a box at the door, of course we claimed for alcohol purposes. It was actually so I could tie up loose ends.
They wanted a bang for their new year, I don’t like to disappoint. I announced to everyone there was plenty of food and drink, the party was only beginning.
The wood chippers had spit the remains of the two men on the party goers. They were having a ball dancing with chunks of meat and bone on them. I grinned. The look of utter astonishment on the two men’s faces almost made me wish I would’ve videoed the whole thing but can’t have evidence laying around.
I had the guys pull the chippers out the back to free up dance space, and to lock all outside doors except the very front one.
I told one of the servers, in fifteen minutes, to pull the cake out of the kitchen I had put there, and light the candle, that it was a guest’s birthday. Simon, my bouncer, had cut the gas lines so they were flowing freely in the house.
Gathering my coat, I slipped out the front door meeting my entourage. “Simon lock that door now. I don’t want anyone slipping out.”
We were already in our vehicles driving down the road when the first blast happened. Two more explosions followed, making me smile. After all – what is a New Years without a bang?
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The End….
Or is it?
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