Page 54 of Virginity Sold

Uncle Liam positions himself between the two tables, finally becoming visible to both of them. He slowly walks forward until he comes to a tray covered with a white cloth. Pulling it off, my face lights up at all the pretty tools laid out on it like a display at Christmas.

Knives, pliers, razors, and a hammer, amongst other things. Every one of them is enough to make a serial killer jizz in his pants.

“Welcome to my place. I’ve been looking for you for a long time, Jeffrey. You’ve done a good job of keeping yourself hidden. Hell, I didn’t even know about your family. I’d be curious to know how you kept them a secret, but truthfully, I don’t fucking care. What I do have concerns with is the people in my life that you hurt.” Uncle Liam talks like he’s giving an inaugural speech.

“You see, a year ago Jeffrey, you took two very important people, not only from me, but my two nephews. You left them without parents and instead of paying for that crime, you disappeared. Oh, I searched, but you vanished into thin air.” Uncle Liam seizes one of the knives and positions himself between the tables as they squirm under the restraints. “And this skank, is she your wife?”

We both already know the answer.

“Jeffrey, I asked a question. The polite thing to do is answer,” my uncle says, just before lifting his arm and bringing it down swiftly, stabbing him in the thigh.

The maggot opens his mouth to scream, but the soiled rag muffles the sound.

“Uncle, how forgetful of us to ask a question and expect an answer when the person can’t respond.”

My uncle lets out a sinister laugh before stepping over to the cart and picking up another knife.

“Jeffrey, please forgive me. How rude of me to ask a question when you can’t answer. Here, let me help you out.” He stops beside Jeffrey’s head and takes hold of the duct tape, ripping it from his mouth. Jeffrey screams, but the shitty rag still mutes it.

Uncle Liam takes hold of the edge of the rag and pulls it out, scrunching his nose as he drops it on the floor.

“Is that better?” he asks.

“Fuck you! Once I’m free, I’m going to kill you,” he shouts, sending us both into a fit of laughter.

“Kill me? It’s novel that you think you can. First, you’re never getting off that table. Secondly, well, there isn’t a second. Now, I believe I asked a question.” Uncle Liam thrusts the knife down into his other thigh, as Jeffrey’s head lifts off the table in a bone-chilling wail.

“Fuck you,” he manages to get out through gasps.

“Killian, let’s see what the bitch has to say.”

“Sure thing, Uncle.” I step closer to Sally Anne, glaring down at her as tears stream from her eyes. I wonder if she has hopes of escaping—that we may somehow find sympathy within our hearts and let her go, not holding her responsible for the sins of her husband.

Taking hold of the edge of the tape, I snatch my hand back, taking the shit rag with it; her shrill screech rings in my ears, threatening to burst my eardrums.

“We didn’t do anything. You have the wrong people,” she cries.

“So you’re not Elena’s parents? Is that not her money in the bags that were found with you at that seedy ass motel? And it wasn’t the two of you that beat the shit out of her and left her to die? Someone broke her nose…” I don’t even think, my fist rears back and I punch her, blood spurting as she shrieks. I can hear the bones crunching under the force of my knuckles and I take delight that she can’t even reach up and hold her face. “My mistake.”

“That little cunt deserved everything she got. She was a good-for-nothing brat that should never have been born.” Jeffrey spews his venom.

My blood boils at his words.

“You let him talk about your daughter like that? What kind of mother are you?” I ask the bitch on the table, giving her one chance to offer anything even slightly redeemable about her. I just need to have a small smidgen of something to help me understand why my cookie would stay around and care for her.

“She’s nothing but a means to an end. Because of her, the love of my life left me and I was stuck with a kid I couldn’t get rid of, no matter how hard I tried. Trust me, I never wanted her to begin with.”

I see red.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m picking up the screwdriver from the table and stabbing it into her shoulder, twisting it. With it in this position, I’m ensuring she feels the utmost agony.

We spend the next hour torturing them, but never inflicting an injury that would kill them. No, that gift is being left for Kyrian. When I talked to Liam about it, he was ecstatic.

But for now, we need to get back to the hospital and see our girl. We’ve been gone far too long.

Death will be coming soon, and he has two people's souls on his collection list. Ones we’re happy to hand over.

Chapter 27

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