Page 15 of Taunting Tarran
‘Are you going to be a good boy?’
‘Hey, man, if this is about that bitch…’ he answers desperately.
‘I suggest you just answer my questions. You’ll be wanting to save your breath for what’s to come.’
The mention of the girl hiked up my rage, not that this prick would have noticed. I have become quite adept at disguising my emotions, most of the time.
‘There is hot arse in this club every night, Mr Lewis. Or is it me you’re after? I’m not usually into men, but I’m sure we canwork something out,’ he smirks.
I bend my knees, leaning forward to rest my palms on them as my gaze keeps his.
‘Before this night is over, I will end your life. But before I kill you, I will make sure you endure pain so unimaginable that you will writhe, beg and pray for death. Eventually, I will give you that wish. But when you wake up in Hell, you won’t find peace. Do you know why, Christopher?’
He starts protesting, realising the gravity of the situation, but he doesn’t answer.
‘Because, Christopher, I’ll be there waiting for you…again…Christopher.’
‘WHAT…THE…FUCK! What is she to you? If she’s your fucking wife or some shit, you should have kept her on a leash.’
His eyes widen, that telltale sign of his pupils dilating, to take in every detail, every shadow. He stops talking as he catches sight of my pliers. I don’t bother replying to his comments, it’s pointless really. He wouldn’t understand, no one would, and this prick isn’t worth my breath to explain it.
‘That’s it! She’s your bitch…woof woof. Not my fault she’s looking for fun ‘cause you can’t satisfy her,’ he spits.
Again, I don’t answer. Instead I sigh. How wrong he is. The reality is, this girl Tarran doesn’t even know me, let alone is my wife. But she will, because taunting Tarran has become my new obsession.
‘I can make this as quick or as slow as you like, Christopher,’ I reply, twirling the pliers in front of his face. His eyes focus on the pliers, and hisbody convulses, veins rise on his forearms as he violently thrusts within his restraints.
‘What do you want?’ he asks, gargling on bile.
‘I want to know about this kidnap.’
A moment pauses, and his eyes lock onto mine.
‘I can’t…they’ll kill me.’
I grip his jaw and clamp the pliers onto his incisor tooth. ‘You should be so lucky! Now, about that kidnap?’
‘You’re a fucking crazy son-of-a-bitch!’ he drawls.
I press down hard on the pliers, and with a couple of twists the tooth is free, and he’s spitting blood.
Before I clamp onto his second tooth, he’s begging. I take a deep breath. ‘You’re evading my question.’
‘Look, all I know is Maribel rang for back-up. You’re not your father; you don’t have to do this!’
‘No, I’m not. If I was, your death would be quick, painless, and insignificant. You would have a bullet lodged in your brain before you could answer my questions. Unfortunately for you, I’m not my father. Your death will be slow, painful, and significant.’
‘I-I don’t know much, Mr Lewis. Just whispers, Maribel running her mouth off, you know what women are like,’ his voice quivers as he stammers his response, and my patience is running thin. I lean forward to grip another tooth, my warm breath fanning his face. ‘Whispers are enough to start a fire, my friend. And I don’t want to get burnt.’
Christopher paused, ‘I’ll ring Maribel. I’ll get her to come here. You can ask her yourself.Then will you let me go?’
I retrieve his phone from the pocket of his trousers, which lie scattered on the floor, and scroll through his contact list, searching for Maribel’s number.
‘Remember,’ I add, ‘one slip…’ I smile as I clamp the pliers onto the loose skin of his uncircumcised penis.
His breath hitches, ‘I know,’ he nods frantically.
I dial Maribel’s number, handing the phone towards his mouth, and it rings a few times.
