Page 12 of Theirs to Ruin

Ryker crossed his arms over his chest and nodded. “Just as you wanted.”

“Any evidence that he has a girlfriend? Wife? Kids?”

“Just his parents,” Declan said, motioning to a framed photo of an older couple. It was the kind of thing a mother would buy for her son.

I pulled out the chair across from Billy, flipped it around and straddled it. I nodded at Declan. “Remember what I told you,” he growled before removing Billy’s gag.

Billy let out a whimper but otherwise didn’t make a sound.

“Where do your parents live, Billy?”

“P-please?—”

“Oh, I’m not going to hurt them. This is just the getting to know you part of the evening. And keep in mind I already know a lot about you, and if you lie, I won’t like it.”

Billy licked his lips. “Seattle,” he said.

“Nice city. What do they do there?”

“Mom’s a teacher. My dad’s retired.”

I nodded. “They’re doing well?”

“Y—yes.”

“I assume they have no idea their son is a scumbag rapist then?”

“No,” Billy whispered.

“I see. We’re going to play a little game now,” I said.

“I—I don’t like games.”

“No? Well, you’ve never played this game. What’s it going to be, Billy? Truth or truth?”

Billy let out another strangled whimper and stared down into his lap. I nodded at Ryker, who immediately rained down two powerful blows to Billy’s face then gripped Billy’s jaw tightly and forced him to look at me.

“I asked you a fucking question,” I hissed. “If you make me repeat myself again, I’ll skip this game and start another that begins with you losing a finger. So truth or truth?”

“Truth,” he gasped, his eyes glassy.

“How many girls have you drugged and raped?”

“I-I…I’ve never done anything like that before yesterday, I swear. That was my first time.”

I lunged out of my seat, rounded the table, pulled Billy’s chair out, then kicked it backwards. Billy cried out in pain as he went with it. I towered over him, hoping he could see how crazy I really was. How far I would go to get answers.

“Don’t bullshit me, Billy. Tell me how many or I’m going to slice off your balls and feed them to you,” I growled.

“Okay, okay!” Billy moaned. “Please, just don’t hurt me.”

I nodded at Declan who righted the chair with Billy in it and shoved Billy so he was facing the table again. I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the table. “How many?”

“Ten, maybe. I’m not sure. I don’t keep tabs.” He said it like he wasn’t some kind of sicko, but that’s exactly what he was.

“Name them and where you drugged them.”

Billy opened his mouth then shook his head. With a snarl I struck him across the face with my fist. I hit him again and again until he cried, “I don’t remember their names! I swear. I always get high before I do it. It fucks with my memory.”

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