Page 27 of Regret

“So, you’ve got two choices here today,” Vault says, stepping up next to me, his voice dripping with rage and hatred as he keeps his eyes locked on the asshole in front of me. “You can do this shit the easy way and we’ll take it easy on you. Or, you can try to keep your fuckin’ mouth shut and we’ll make sure you feel every single ounce of pain we can inflict. Well, that my brother can inflict because it’s his daughter that you’re after.”

“I’m not telling you shit. You’re nothing more than a group of thugs who think you’re actually going to get away with taking me from my home and keeping me locked up here,” he says, making a smile fill my face as I realize where his head is. “He just installed the best security system available and it will all be on camera about what’s been done to me.”

“Is that right?” I question him, stepping up and leaning down enough so he can look me in the eyes. “Do you know who monitors your security system? Did you read the fuckin’ contract I sent you before signin’ your name on the dotted line and sendin’ it back to me?”

“Why the fuck would I read a contract for a security system?” he asks, his voice full of loathing as I continue to stare at him with laughter filling my eyes.

“Because if you had taken a few minutes to read the contract, you’d know that the men standin’ in this room are the ones who monitor your system. We’re the ones who alert the police, call for an ambulance, or alert fire to send them to your house when you need help. Plus, the system wasn’t even finished bein’ installed before I heard you on the phone with Conrad,” I inform him, watching as my words sink in and he realizes that no one knows where the fuck he is, who has him, or what’s going on now.

“You, um, you can’t keep me here. This is against the law,” he tries to tell us as if he hasn’t broken the law by buying another person.

“Really? That’s what you wanna say to me. You bought my fuckin’ daughter and you want to talk to me about breakin’ the law! You’re a fuckin’ piece of shit and I will torture every piece of information from you that I know you have for us. Hope you can handle pain,” I tell him, my voice going hard and cold as I let rage fill me with the thought of what this man was gonna do to my daughter.

“I can pay you to let me go. I’ll leave your daughter alone and won’t ever come after her,” the stupid fuck tries to plead with me as I stand up and away from him.

“You want us to let you go based on your word alone. I don’t think so. You’ll either come after my girl again. Or, you’ll just buy some other girl and think we won’t come after you. That’s not how this shit works. We’re gonna make sure you don’t ever hurt another person for the rest of your miserable life. And I’m gonna be the one to dole out your punishment,” I promise the asshole in front of me before I turn and face the tray that’s lined with our various tools and instruments to torture another person.

Taking my time, I let my hand hover over several different tools of destruction. Finally, I grab the pliers and turn to face the asshole in front of me again. His face has paled and I watch as piss falls from the chair under him and runs down his legs to the floor beneath his feet. I want to gag but manage to hold it back.

“Someone fuckin’ clean this pussy up,” Vault orders as Chrome steps forward with a bucket of water in his hands.

I watch on as he tosses it on the man in front of us and know without asking that it’s freezing cold water. The bitch is shivering like a pussy and he looks up at us with fear filling his eyes. This is my favorite look on an asshole who thinks they can get one over on us.

Lifting his hand as much as I can, I start to remove every single one of his nails. He screams like a girl and starts to cry from removing one fucking nail. This isn’t a fucking man at all. The kids upstairs could handle this shit better than this bitch.

“You really are nothin’ more than a bitch, aren’t you?” I ask him, my voice full of disgust as I continue working on removing each nail from both of his hands.

It takes me no time at all to remove all ten nails from his fingers. The bitch in front of me is sniveling and his face is covered in snot. I want to shake my head at him, but I don’t let on how disgusting and vile I think this asshole is.

“Ready to talk yet?” I ask him, not sure how much he actually needs to be tortured before he breaks.

“I’m not telling you a damn thing,” he says, his voice wavering with emotion as he stares up at me.

“Have it your way,” I tell him, turning and replacing the pliers on the tray and grabbing a dull, rusty knife.

Since his clothes have already been removed, I bring the knife up and start carving into his chest. I block his body until I’m done so no one gets to see what I’m doing. When I’m done, I step back and let the guys see what I’ve carved in his chest. They all start laughing as they take in the two words carved deep with the knife in my hand. The first one is proclaiming him as the bitch he is. Under the word bitch is the word pervert. Everyone will know he’s nothing more than a pervert. It doesn’t say he likes to buy people or anything, but it’s enough for now.

The fucker in front of me is crying and more snot covers his face as I look at him with blood dripping down his chest. With the guys still laughing at him, I start cutting lines in his flesh. They’re not deep at all, but they sting like a bitch. He continues to cry and scream with every single slice I make in his skin.

“Fine! I’ll talk and tell you what you wanna know,” he breaks, his voice strained with the small bit of pain I’ve inflicted on him so far.

“Where the fuck is Conrad?” I question him, stepping back just enough for him to believe I’m not going to continue slicing his flesh up.

“I don’t know. I’ve got a phone number that’s a burner phone. I’ve tried to have my men track him and it hasn’t worked so far. Being a burner phone they can’t track him. All I know is he’s in Pine View and has been for a few weeks now. Chasing after some skank or something like that. I guess he was supposed to sell her, but now he wants her for himself. Sees her as a challenge and wants to break her before he kills her. That’s what I overheard him tellin’ his father,” he tells us, his voice still shaking and wavering as he keeps his eyes locked on the knife in my hand.

“How did you buy my daughter?” I ask, my voice going even colder and deadlier than it was with the previous question.

“They’ve got a site on the dark web with all the pictures of the people they’re selling. I bid on several women and finally won with the one girl I bought. The site has been up for a long time and they simply change out the pictures and victims they’re selling,” he states, his voice almost a whisper as Fox grabs his laptop and opens it so he can find this website.

“How the fuck do you find it and then access it?” Fox barks out after several minutes of us doing nothing but waiting for him to figure things out.

“I’ve got an address for it in my email. Then I was assigned a username and password. That’s how I’ve accessed it in the past,” he says, giving us more than I thought he would.

Fox does something on his laptop and it’s not long before he grunts and I know he’s gotten access to the site where my girls and others are being sold off to the highest bidder. I have no interest in looking at them right now because it’s only going to piss me off and I’ll take this stupid fuck’s life before it’s time for me to do so.

“This is fuckin’ sick,” Vault says, his voice even colder than it was when he first talked to the asshole. “I don’t want you seein’ this shit, Valor. The rest of us will look and Fox will get it taken down with Buzz’ help. Kingston isn’t gonna see this shit either. I don’t want anyone to know about this. Not even Savannah. I know you’ve been tellin’ her what’s goin’ on, but this isn’t information for her to know.”

“I’m not gonna look. Why don’t you get your hands on this bitch before I end him. See if you can get any other information from him before I put a bullet in his brain,” I say, knowing if I don’t give the other guys a chance with him now, they won’t get one.

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