Page 76 of Abel

Abel

“Please, man, bring us some food!” Hardhead yells.

“Yeah, water will only get us so far! We’re dying here!” Buzz yells as I open the door to the pit.

“Yeah, that’s the point. When I said you would both die a slow death, this is what I meant.” Grabbing a chair, it scrapes across the floor as I drag it in front of them. “You really shouldn’t have done what you both did to Emily. She was like a sister to me and Capone’s girlfriend.”

“We know, he comes in to remind us everyday.” Hardhead whispers. “I didn’t want to

kill her, and I played no part in her death, but Buzz said he wanted to teach you a lesson for stealing his girl.”

“Shut the fuck up, Hardhead.”

“No, by all means, keep talking.” I urge Hardhead since he’s in a talkative mood today. That doesn’t mean that will save him, but I’ll take all the information I can get.

“Well, she isn’t his girl, but since he couldn't get to her because she’s been stuck under you, he settled for Emily. Wasn’t too hard since she kept going back to that club to meet Capone. Hegrabbed her, little thang put up one helluva fight too, but he likes to hit women, and she didn’t stand a chance.”

“Her jaw was fractured along with some swelling in her neck from a hit like that.” Rising from my chair as it hits the floor with a thud. “You almost killed her from that hit alone, you piece of shit.” Pulling my fist back, I focus on the anger I have from seeing Emily like that I release it, punching him so hard, I feel his bone crack the moment my fist connects with his face. His head dangles from side to side, leaving him dazed and confused.

“Asswhollllee.” He slurs.

Grabbing a chunk of his dirty blond hair, I get in his face. “You’re lucky I haven't killed you yet, but that’s what you want. You want me to put you out of your misery, but I won’t give it to you that easy. You can last probably another week before you starve to death with the limited amount of water you’ve been given.”

“What about me, I gave you some valuable information.” Hardhead says, sounding hopeful that he’ll be spared.

“It wasn’t that valuable.” Releasing Buzz, I squat down to Hardhead’s level. “Did you fuck her?” Sweat gathers on his brow as he looks at me, trying to mask his features. After a minute or so, he looks away, giving me his answer. “You won’t be spared. Maybe, just fucking maybe if you would have said no… You would have lived. But since you raped her, too-” I can’t even finish what I was going to say as I leave the room.

I take out my phone and call Santiago. “What can I do for you?” He breathes into the phone.

“I need someone that specializes in sodomizing an individual.” A beat or two goes by before he speaks.

“I’ll send him to you.” He snaps, ending the call, and I wait.

“Hey, man, what-what are you doing? Who’d you just call over here?” Hardhead asks, trembling.

“Since you both like to fuck women without their permission, I think it’s only fair you see what it feels like.” I say, clenching my fists, trying not to hit one or both of them. Hardhead starts to cry. He should save those tears for another day. “Tell me, did Emily cry like this while you both took turns with her?” He doesn’t answer. “Fucking tell me or so help meGod, I’m going to blow your damn brains out and bathe in them.”

“Yes! Alright! Yes, she cried and begged for us to stop, but he didn’t. He kept saying she shouldn’t have made a fool of him, but it wasn’t her he was talking about.” He snaps his mouth shut a split second later, choosing his words carefully, but nothing could have prepared me for what he said next. “It wasyourgirl.”

That’s it!

I take out all my anger, rage, and pain on Buzz as I slap him over and over until he’s shaken awake. “Hey, fuck face, you back with us?” I ask, looking into his void face.

“Yeah, I’m with you. I heard everything.” He smirks, momentarily recovering. “Do you want to know who else she cried for, tough guy? She cried for you to come and rescue her.” He smiles a toothy smile up at me. “She thought Abel fucking Iverson was really going to save her, but you didn’t. I wrapped my hands around her tiny little neck and snapped it in two. Watching the life and blood drain from her face made me so hard, I had to fuck her a few more times before we strung up our masterpiece for you to see.” He laughs.

What he’s doing won’t work. I’ll admit, it’s pretty tempting to take my knife out and jab him in his jugular, but I don’t. After Santiago’s men are done with him, I doubt he’ll last a day.

“You might want to get comfortable, because we’re gonna be here for a while.” I flop back down in my chair, waiting for Santiago’s guy to come and assist.

Minutes go by before I see a guy dressed in all black walking towards me. “I’m Carlos, Santiago said you were in need of a particular skill?”

“That I am. My two pals over here like to rape women,” I motion between Buzz and Hardhead, “and they need to learn that that’s not okay.” Scolding them like I’m their parent.

“Say less. Do you want to stay here for this or what?”

“Mind if I bring a friend?” He nods no, so I walk and grab Capone to come down and witness this.

“So, I hear you two have been some bad boys.” He cackles, taking things out of the bag he brought and letting them drop to the floor. “Do you know what happens to boys that take things that don’t belong to them? Their hands get broken, if not cut the fuck off.” He yells when I hear the zing of a blade, followed by screaming.

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