Page 18 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Then let me blow your mind,” I say with a wink as I open my bag to retrieve my custom made tattoo gun. I’ve only used it once when dealing with the Jules and Kai drama, so I’m excited to try something new with it.

“Are we doing this or not?” Simon snaps from the other side of the room.

“Hey. Watch it, Simon. I won’t warn you again,” Dima warns coldly. Simon just nods and crosses his arms across his chest. Using all his energy to prevent what looks like a meltdown.

After assembling my machine, I move over to dumbass number one. No idea what their names are, but this dipshit has so much hair gel in his long black hair, it looks like he dunked his head in a vat of oil. He has a huge nose, beady eyes and skin so fair, it's almost translucent. The guy screams disloyal. Dumbass number two looks like he belongs in a frat house. His brown hair is cut military style, his features are slightly softer, but from the arrogant smirk on his face, you can see the immaturity shine through. This guy walks through life thinking his shit doesn't stink and that he will always be rescued. I bet he’s new to the game. Too naive to have been on the streets for a long time.

“Any requests?” I ask Carlos as I crouch down in front of dumbass number one, who is eyeing my tattoo gun with nothing but fear.

“Only hurt them. After we get what we want, my men will deal with the rest.”

“Excellent. Jules, can you hold his head?” I say, and Jules walks over, grabbing the sides of his head into a locked position.

I start up my machine and decide to start small first.

“Where is Enrico?” I ask as my gun whirls to life, the vibrating noise setting the tone of the room.

“Just do what ya gotta do, I ain’t saying shit.”

“Okay,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

I place the small vibrating blade at the top of his right ear and slowly start to cut through the muscle and flesh. It takes a little longer to do than if I used a blade, due to the small size of the tip of my gun. I zone out from the deafening screams as his ear, piece by piece, is removed from his head. When I get halfway, I stop.

“Last chance. Where is Enrico?” I ask. I can’t help but admire the blood trickling down the side of his face, and I won’t lie and say it doesn’t turn me on. The smell of fear is so potent, it stirs nothing but desire in my gut. Desire to make blood flow out of him like a faucet. Fuck, I wish Ty was here so I could get off.

“Never…telling,” he mumbles. Fair enough.

“Si, could you film this? I wanna send it to Lev,” I say.

“What? Are you serious?” Simon asks.

“Just fucking do it. We’re wasting time and there's no point arguing with him,” Dima says from behind me. Simon sighs deeply and moves closer with his phone and starts to film. I get back to work, concentrating on making this as smooth of a removal as possible. I’m pretty fucking proud of this device. I’m so fucking clever.

“Ahhh!! Stop…just stop!” he screams.

“Hold fucking still,” Jules snaps at him. The ear finally comes away from his face and I hold it up to admire it and show it to the camera. Lev will fucking love this. And Aaron.

I move in front of the dumbass’s face and get his attention by slapping his cheek.

“Hey, look at me,” I say as weary wet dull brown eyes stare at me.

I place the ear in front of my mouth.

“Helloooo….can you hear me?” I say and laugh. I look over at Si who’s shaking his head at me and tell him to forward the video to me. Throwing the ear on the floor, I glance over at dumbass number two, who doesn’t look cocky anymore, he actually looks on the verge of either passing out or vomiting. This shit is getting real for him. I move over to him with my tattoo gun still in my hand.

“Your turn,” I say.

“No! Please don’t. I’ll tell you what you want, but please don’t hurt me,” he grovels. Snot runs from his nose as tears stream down his face. Weak. I move the blade of the gun to the side of his mouth.

“Where’s Enrico?”

“He’s at the Infinity Hotel in Manhattan. The penthouse.”

“A hotel?” Carlos asks, his face frowning, totally perplexed by the answer.

“Yeah. He thought it would be clever to hide in the open where you’d never think to look. He has a friend who will be taking him out of the country in two days. That's all I know!” he cries, and I’m slightly disappointed as I was hoping to carve a smile onto his face.

“You want me to stop?” I ask Carlos. And he nods. But I can’t resist the temptation of cutting this fucker, so without warning, I turn my machine on and quickly glide the blade from the left corner of his mouth in an upward motion. Of course, he tries to move away and screams. I pull the blade away and turn off the machine and grin. His face now looks like a permanent smirk. A bleeding smirk. I look over my shoulder at Carlos who laughs.

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