Page 57 of Savage Knight
“Fuck you,” Tucker wheezed, spittle flying out of his mouth.
“Wrong answer.”In the blink of an eye, the other nipple joined the first one on the ground.Tucker’s shrieks of agony were magic to his ears.“Tell me what I want to know.”
“F-fuck off.”
Evren walked over to the table that held Saxon’s assortment of torture implements.He placed the bloody knife back into its spot and picked up the hand torch.He lit it up to make sure it worked.
“What are you going to do with that?”Tucker asked, his voice warbling in pain and fear.
“Nothing, if you tell me what I want to know.”
Tucker kept his mouth shut.
“As you wish.”Evren extended his arm and placed the blue flame close to Tucker’s chest without touching him.Immediately, his screams pierced the air as the skin bubbled and melted in a perfect circle.The stench of sizzling flesh filled the air.When he finally turned the torch off and placed it back on the table, tears and snot ran down Tucker’s face.He looked ready to pass out.
Evren tapped him on the face.“You still with me?”
“Fu-fuck ...off.”
“Very well.”He turned and grabbed the rubber gloves, slipping them on.Then he picked up a two-pronged fork.“You’re going to die today, but you get to determine how much pain you’re willing to endure before I end your misery.”
A popping sound cracked the air and Tucker cried out again as he slumped.His arms were unnaturally vertical because they had pulled out of their joints.Evren enjoyed the agony on the bastard’s face.He fisted Tucker’s hair, yanked his head back, and placed the fork next to one eye.
“I’m holding an escargot fork,” he told Tucker.“This helps pull out those delicious snails from their shells.Know what else this fork makes easy?Plucking eyeballs.Now, you think I’m too soft.Too kind-hearted.But know this.I will happily take your eyes and piss in their sockets.So, one more chance.Where.Is.Lowen?”
“A-at Dire ...ridge.”Tucker whimpered.“P-please.No more.”
It was a plea for mercy.Evren pulled harder on Tucker’s hair.“Are you lying to me?”
Tucker shook his head.“Swear.”
Evren saw truth in the other man’s dull, pain-filled eyes.He placed the escargot fork aside and picked up a wicked-looking hunting knife.He placed the blade at Tucker’s neck and sliced it across the skin, so sharp it was like a hot knife through butter.
“Go to Hell, you son of a bitch.”
He watched the life fade from Tucker’s eyes before stripping off his gloves to hurry to the door.Saxon melted from the shadows and held out a new t-shirt.
“You have blood all over that shirt.”
“Thanks,” Evren grunted.He stripped the tee over his head and traded with Saxon.
“That was beautifully savage and I loved every minute.I’m gonna use the blowtorch method one day.Maybe on eyeballs to watch them pop.”
“Come on,” Evren said, ignoring the praise.“We have to get to Direridge right now.”
