Page 122 of Deadly Obsession
His arms hang limp in front of him. He might have lost feeling in his hands because of the dislocation.
I guess we’re about to find out.
I pick up his bound hands and isolate his middle finger. His nails aren’t too long, but it’s just enough for my pliers to take hold.
“Chase, Chase, Chase,” I goad. “This is only the beginning. Relax... enjoy your breaths while you can.”
I jerk my hand up. Chase’s high-pitch cry lets me know I did some damage.
Fingernails are notoriously difficult to remove. It’s not a one and done process.
I’ve managed to dislodge his nail off the bed just enough to get a better hold with the pliers.
“You’re going to give me some information, Moonlight.”
“Fuck. You,” he slurs, more spit pouring from his mouth.
“That’s Sage’s job,” I say and rip his fingernail the rest of the way off.
Blood pools out and drips down to the ground.
I move on to the next finger.
“I need all the names and addresses of your men, including anyone who knew about Sage.”
We thought we had caught everyone, and we managed to capture a few more this past week, but I’ve been underestimating this fucker. He proved he was deeper into his attempted crime syndicate takeover than we thought. I want to be sure we have everyone this time.
He still didn’t have the numbers compared to me, but it was a nice effort.
When Chase doesn’t say anything, I rip the nail off his pointer finger.
“I’ve got eight more to go and then we can move on to your toes. After that, I’ll start removing your fingers. I’ve got all the time in the world. You can tell me now and maybe I’ll spare some of your little piggies.”
I stomp my boot down on his bare foot, hard enough to possibly break something.
“Oops.”
Chase clenches his mouth, suppressing his scream with a groan.
Still, he doesn’t say anything.
Guess he’s going to make this difficult.
I finish one hand, and the fucker is holding strong.
This isn’t working.
I turn and walk back to the table where I have my torture devices laid out and set the pliers down.
“What’s wrong?” Sage asks. She’s looking a bit queasy, but she’s doing great keeping it together.
“I need a new… incentive.”
Picking up the plastic bag, I give Sage a wink and return to Chase.
“No. NO!” He shakes his head frantically and jerks around in his chair again.
Idiot. That’s only going to wear him out quicker.
