I put the pliers down and pick up the sledgehammer. His eyes boggle.
“And what did you do next? Where’d you touch her? Did you kiss her?”
“What do you think fag?”
“I think you’re a coward and a liar.”
“I’m telling you I touched her. That’s all.”
“So your tiny dick was hard and you did nothing but touch her?”
He nods, but can’t look me in the eyes.
I step closer to him again, grabbing his thighs and yanking his legs down, spreading them wide to stand in between them.
I bend down so I’m at eye level with him. “Liar,” I spit at him.
“I’m…I’m…telling no lies.”
“You know what I do to liars?”
He shakes his head but makes no response.
“I fuck them up until they admit what they did or they can’t.”
Again he makes no move to say anything, but he’s shaking with his eyes focusing on the sledgehammer.
“You gonna speak or what?”
“I’m not telling you anything.”
“Your choice, fucker,” I taunt, holding the sledgehammer up a moment before bringing it down forcefully onto his crotch. He squeals, cursing out, “FUCK!!” as he clutches his balls.
“You fucking psycho! Why’d you do that?”
“So you’ll never get hard again. I know you raped her.”
“Fine, if I tell you the truth will you let me go?”
“I guess you’ll find out,” I taunt.
Still clutching his crotch he sighs and then says, “I ripped off her clothes and touched every inch of her hot as fuck body.”
I’m staring him down, listening to every word whilst cringing inside. I don’t think Barth knows exactly what happened to his girl and once I’ve offed this fucker I’m going mute. Bartholomew only needs to know that his girl needs time and his love.
“And then I fucked her until she was begging me.”
“Begging you to stop?”
“I don’t fucking know. I didn’t give a shit.”
There are no words to say to this piece of shit. I put the sledgehammer down, and withdraw my gun, putting it against his chest.
“Stand up,” I demand. He glares at me, shaking as he stands up.
“Please…don’t,” he begs. “I…told…you the truth.”
“Is that what she said while you fucked her?”