Page 20 of Filthiest Of Them All

Thanks to the lights being hung above their heads, we can see them but they can’t see us in the shadows. Both of them tug on their chains, trying to get free, then their movements still, they can sense the apex predator has arrived. The notion of them sensing their impending death has excitement thrumming through me. I move toward the back of the room, keeping to the shadows and place my bag on the metal table. Carnage follows and stands beside me.

“You say nothing about me while you extract your information,” he says low enough for only me to hear.

“Same rules apply as before. This is my show and you have no say here. I conduct my operation as I see fit,” I snap, then begin setting up my instruments. Once I’m satisfied with how they are laid out, I grip the edge of the table and drag it in the light. Both of the guys jerk and fight harder at the sight of me and the tools I have on display.

“Butcher,” the one on the right breathes out in a tone riddled with fear.

I smirk at the fucker. “Answer my questions and I’ll have no need to use any of my methods to extract the information I need.” My tone is relaxed and almost friendly. I love lulling them into thinking that if they are good, they get to go home and live to fight another day but that’s a lie. No one has ever been strung up in front of me and lived to tell the story.

“They’ll kill us!” the one with the flap of skin shouts.

I reach for my scalpel and hold it up. Both of them start jerking and kicking their legs. It’s useless, they’ll never break those chains. I twirl the blade in my hand, I know from the reaction they’re giving me already, they won’t last long and I won’t be able to play with them for as long as I would like. It’s the quiet ones that always last the longest, I love forcing them to break.

“Hmmm, see, if you don’t tell me what I want to know I’ll kill you slowly but, I’m not unreasonable. I’ll let you pick who gets my undivided attention first.” I look between them both as I rub my beard and flick my brows. When I hear a dripping sound I know what it is without even having to look, one of these fuckers just pissed themselves.

“Me!” the one with the flap of skin yells, causing surprise to course through me. The other one turns pale as he looks at his friend.

“No, take me first.” I roll my eyes, that fuckers bravery is bullshit, he just said that so he didn’t look like a pussy.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, Butcher, just let my brother go.”

Fuck!

“I hate killing siblings!” I groan. Both of their faces morph into a look of hope, fucking fools. “In that case, let’s begin.” Both of them fight harder than they did before to get loose. I go for the guy on the right who pissed himself. The fact the other one offered himself means he would take longer to break. The easiest option is to force him to watch his brother die because that shit will break him worse than me cutting him open.

I place my blade in the center of his chest and glide it down slowly, making sure he can feel every ounce of pain. I never rush my masterpieces, they all get my undivided attention and time. The other fucker starts yelling and spewing threats but I ignore him until I reach the waist line of his brother’s pants. The cut is deep enough to fit my separators inside so I can peel the flesh open while I start removing parts of him while he’s still alive.

“Fucking stop,” his brother screams as I retrieve my separators. I frown at the sight of the fucker passed out. I hate when they don’t stay awake for the show. It’s poor manners. I slip one end under the skin and the guy jerks awake with a horrid scream tearing from him. I force the other end under the other side, relishing in the pained yell he lets loose. I never use the separators to break bones, I love doing that individually. I just love using them to hear the sound of flesh tearing and inflicting as much pain as possible. If he thinks it hurts now, just wait till I start cranking them open, there is nothing like hearing the sound of flesh being torn. Just the thought of hearing it in a second has my cock growing hard.

“I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!” I roll my eyes and keep my gaze locked on the other fucker as I turn the crank. The bastard starts flailing and screaming as I keep ripping his flesh open. “Fucking stop, you crazy cunt!”

I pause and shoot the motherfucker a dark look.

“Butcher, you have information to extract. Stay on track,” Vatican says as he comes to stand by my side. My nostrils flare as I try to calm myself. I loathe being called crazy, what I do is a fucking talent and a craft that I have honed over years of practice. This is fucking art. Vatican nudges me and shoots me a look, bringing me back to the present and out of my bloodlust.

“Tell me who sent you after me and my guys,” I snarl.

The fucker swallows, I keep my eyes on his so I can see if he lies. “The De Santis family sent us.”

“Which one?” I push. When he takes too long to answer, I return my attention to his brother and smile, the sight of his rib cage and insides on display is a sight I could stroke one out to. It’s beautiful. I retrieve my reciprocating saw from the table and hate that my toy is passed out with his chin resting on his chest. The other cunt starts yelling and screaming but I drown out his noise when I start the saw. I grab the first rib and start working only for the fucker to wake up and start jerking, messing up my cut. Blood splutters from his mouth and lands on my cheek but I don’t stop until I have his rib resting in the palm of my hand.

I glide toward the other bastard who is still issuing threats and push his brother's rib into his pocket. He starts sobbing and goes lax in his restraints and that’s when I know we have him, he’ll tell us everything we want to know. He was easier to break than I had hoped, which is annoying but it is what it is.

“Tell me what I want to know and I’ll end this.” His head slowly lifts and when his brown eyes meet mine, the look of resignation is there, he’s given up.

“Desire De Santis sent us to tail you,” he admits.

“Why?”

“She said you were making moves and wanted proof.” Carnage steps out of the shadows and comes to stand beside me. The guy's eyes widen but there isn’t an ounce of fight left in him. He thinks I’ve set him up and is ready to die.

“What else did my sister tell you?” Carnage sneers. The guy’s face contorts in confusion, clearly not understanding what the fuck is happening right now.

“Nothing.” When I swivel toward his brother and raise my saw he starts talking again. “I swear, I only overheard her on the phone!” I turn back to the fucker and narrow my eyes.

“What did you hear?” I yell. He recoils on instinct.

“Just that she would have proof soon. She said that the deal you and her made wouldn’t save you this time. She said you would have no choice but to come back to her and she would make sure you never knew what really happened.”

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