Page 18 of Natural-Born Cullers

Alec tried to cry out, get Cane to see everything that played out behind him as the younger man went over and took a surgical instrument off Big Bulk back there. They didn’t look similar: no family resemblance, but from how the young man gave Noah a shake of head at what Noah kept picking up, youth called all the shots down here.

“You wanna me….” Noah put something back on the tray. “You ready for me t’get livestream goin’, Ferg?”

“If you want to earn your wage packet for tonight, might help, don’t you think, prick?”

Noah… Ferg. Names. Names weren’t good. But with how Cane stilled and fixed his look on a tripod with a mobile phone attached to it, live streaming and all ideas around surgical instruments and captivity suddenly had Alec bucking in his cage, needing—crying—to get out despite the damage done to his body.

Ferg looked over, smiled. “Wildlife’s starting to kick in now. Perfect timing.”

Noah shifted over to the tripod, and Alec winced as a torchlight burned into his eyes after a few beeps from the phone.

“Goin’ live in five… four… three….”

Noah fell quiet, counting the rest down on his fingers as Ferg pulled on a Japanese mask of some sort. Alec kept darting his look between both of them. He needed to see—to know exactly where these bastards were. The fuck did he.

“Evening, makers and breakers.” Ferg crouched between them, his voice sounding so different, all French accent gone and metallic in his mask. “I hope you’ve got your jacking-off cream to hand, ’cause you’re in for one hell of a milking tonight with these beauties who, rather stupidly, live as bros not hoes.”

Ferg tilted his head to the camera. “Same as usual, ladies and gentlemen. Hear no Evil, See no Evil, or Speak no Evil. Voting lines are open for sixty seconds. Three hundred pounds per vote, with as many votes as you need to ensure your choice. No payment, no vote, no further access to this stream. What will it be? Who’ll get to walk away? Lines open… now.”

Walk away?

The phone shifted Alec’s way, on how he tried to writhe free, cry out, then it cut to Cane, on the tears slipping his cheek and the look on Alec. But then they both fell quiet as, wearing a mask, Noah came and placed seven items on the floor.

The petrol tub, sloshing full and bloated, came with a funnel and a lighter. The razor with a gag. But the speculum with a set of rounded jaws to open something up for examination? That came with a scalpel.

Hearno Evil.Seeno Evil.Speakno Evil.

“Time,” called Ferg, and he crouched back down between them. “Which one of them goes to try and speak about the evils men do?”

For a moment there was nothing, then a red light came on, coating Cane in red. Cane cried out, writhing in his cage as Ferg nodded and got to his feet. “Good choice.”

Cane didn’t want to be the one to walk away. That bled into his look.

Only Alec didn’t trust that first look he’d seen in Ferg’s eyes. It was too focused on Cane.

No one would be walking away today.

“Was really hoping you’d go that way, guys.” A stroke went to Cane’s jaw that had him trying to pull away. “Red… my favourite colour, bro. Get some more special time with you after the lights go down afterwards, hmm?”

The red light shifted onto the scalpel and eye speculum.

Ferg glanced back. “And look at that. See… no… Evil.”

No…. Alec shouted it, or tried to, but it still came out a muffled growl into his bit. Cane… he frowned, so damn seriously as it started to sink in just what it meant, how Ferg lingered by him. How part of the nightmare was See no Evil done to someone else.

Cane struggled against the rough grip in his hair, but Ferg tightened his grip each time, his look not shifting off Cane as he reached over and picked up the dusty speculum. As he did, Noah came over and crouched next to Cane, leaving a gap for the livestream to see how Cane cried out as Ferg twisted the speculum up to the camera.

“Hey, hey,” whispered Ferg. Noah went in, cupping Cane’s cheeks, making sure he didn’t move, and Ferg teased the speculum over Cane’s brow. Cane tried to close his right eye as the instrument lingered… probed there.

“Now, now,” said Ferg gently. “Don’t be shy, open up that sweet hazel-blue for us to see, big bro. You’re lucky. You don’t get to see how we’ll burn your whore alive from the inside out over there.”

Going in with finger and thumb, Ferg forced it as he opened Cane’s eye. Cane cried out as the teeth of the speculum slipped first under his upper lid, then bottom, leaving Ferg widening the jaws until Cane’s eye was exposed to the full.

Please… no… God no.The pull of the chain forced Alec’s jaw onto the silver platter as his body criednomore loudly.Eyes.With that black shading, Cane had fucking perfect eyes: that exotic mix of hazel… of blue… as if nature herself hadn’t been able to decide which colour suited him best, so gifted him both. Just perfection… at least they were to Alec.

From Noah came the weirdest damn looking spoon Alec had ever seen: a long surgical tool with a rounded head. Ferg took it off him, and a moment later, metal touched eye, and Cane cried out as the spoon dug a little deeper, looking set to scoop the eye out.

The tripod hit the floor, tipping the phone and its flashlight on its head, forcing Ferg, more Alec, to jolt its way.

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