Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“You want me to put it on him, boss?” he asked.
“Yes.” I wasn’t sure I could touch him and not snap his neck in a moment of uncontrolled rage. That would be too good for him. A quick death he would not get.
Blaise handed me the remote as Gage placed the stun belt on Billy, who seemed to panic, unsure of what it was. This was one of my favorite forms of torture. Sure, I enjoyed watching them bleed, but slicing didn’t give me the satisfaction it did Gage and, apparently, my youngest son.
When Gage stepped back, I released the first electric shock. Seeing Billy jerk and spasm sent a thrill of twisted ease through me.
While he was moaning from the release of the first shock, I grinned, pleased to see the horror of understanding in his eyes. His death would be horrible and long.
“You didn’t destroy her. Fawn got pregnant from one of the men you’d let rape her,” I told him.
“Fuck,” Blaise muttered behind me.
I had only allowed him and Gage down here because what I was going to say to this man, I didn’t want anyone else to hear. It was Fawn’s story. Not mine to share.
“She took your hidden cash, ran, got a job several states away, and was taken in by the owner of the Laundromat where she was working. That woman helped Fawn, gave her shelter, was there when she had her baby girl.”
The man tried to speak, but he only made a low whine. I hit the button again and watched him convulse with the pain of the electrocution.
While he was still shivering from the aftershock, I continued, “Like I did with you, I located that woman. She was living in the same run-down apartment complex. One of her kids lived with her, along with three grandchildren. They now live in a four-thousand-square-foot home with a pool and five acres of land. She has enough money in her bank account to live comfortably for the rest of her life.” I ran my thumb over my lower lip and smirked. “You see, I’m not a complete devil. I hand out payment where it is due. She deserved a reward. You deserve to die an agonizing death.”
I clicked the remote and soaked in the visual of Billy Day’s torture. It would give me a high whenever I remembered this moment. Knowing he’d paid for what he’d done to my girl. That I’d taken that payment myself.
“Fawn raised that baby girl alone. She has become as intelligent, kind, honest, and charming as her mother. She’s Fawn’s best friend. The girl you’d abused beat the past and found joy in life. You didn’t ruin her. Your filth left no mark.”
I took a step closer to him, wanting him to see the monster beneath the surface. The one he had triggered and woken up. He shuddered and tried to move, but there was no strength left in him.
“Fawn is mine. She’ll be my wife within a few months. She will want for nothing; she will be treated like a goddamn queen. I will shower her with all my wealth and all the love I can give her. She will live a long life, filled with the joys you will never know.”
His breathing was shallow and fast. I hit the remote one last time, then turned to Blaise.
“It’s time to rope him up,” I told him, handing over the remote.
Gage went to Billy and removed the belt. Blaise took his bound hands, where he hung from the ceiling. Billy began to fall to his knees, unable to stand alone. Blaise jerked hard on him, forcing him to stumble as he led him from the room.
I followed behind the three into the room across from this one. Inside was a device I hadn’t used in some time. It had once been my go-to form of torture. I’d softened over the years, and bullets to the head had become easier. Less work.
The strappado would be where Billy hung until he took his last breath. His hands were tied behind his back, and then he was suspended from a bar as Gage cranked the wheel that lifted him. Moans and wails tore from the man, and I smiled, satisfied. His arms would be slowly wrenched from the shoulder sockets by the weight of his body. It could last for days, but with the heavy electrocution I’d given him, I doubted he would last more than a day. Forty-eight hours, tops.
Staring up at his bent body as it hung there, I thought of the decades when the family had used this form of torture. It was one of the first ones built down here. These days, we left it for those we wanted to torture for information and not necessarily kill. They would be held this way for long amounts of time, then released. If they didn’t talk, we would do it again while they were in agony, deciding if they could continue with the pain or talk.