Page 31 of Milk
I ignored the scientist next to me and watched the muscles twitching on my new creation. His skin struggled to keep up with the muscle growth. One of the scientists observing the experiment looked away, while the other winced and closed his eyes when a piece of bone pierced through the mutating creature’s back. I didn’t look away. The experiment was necessary and the subject … well …
I thought about when I first met Jason in the cell.
I’d watched him as the truth serum took effect. Jason, Tiffany’s friend and ally, didn’t look so tough when he was tied, naked, and drugged.
“So, Jason. What’s that tattoo on your wrist?” I asked, pointing to the Woodpecker tattoo. “That’s a Nazi symbol, isn’t it?”
“I–Yes, I joined a group.” I could see his clouded mind attempting a lie, but it was in vain.
“A group, huh? Interesting. Any fun group activities you got involved in? Maybe in town?” I asked.
“We … did a lot together,” he answered cryptically.
It didn’t matter. I knew something he wished I didn’t. All I had to do was to confirm. “Did you ever attack a woman with this group?”
“Just someniggerchick. Me and the boys took turns with her before telling her to get out of town.”
“Just some chick.” I refused to repeat him fully. Hateful, foul language like that … he deserved more than an average punishment. “Yes, you and your nazi friends would do that, wouldn’t you?”
I pulled my phone out as I watched Jason’s face contort in confusion, calling Susan to the room. I asked her to bring Wren. The two walked in, Susan in her usual business uniform, Wren wearing nothing but her bell collar, her massive breasts dripping with milk.
“Was this the girl you violated?”
Jason shook his head. The effect of the serum was passing. It didn’t matter; I’d heard enough. I turned to Wren, who looked petrified.
“Was this the man who did those things to you, Wren?”
“Y-yes. It was him,” she said without a hint of doubt, taking a step behind Susan.
Susan wore cold fury. She would kill Jason as soon as I gave her the chance. She would make it messy, too. As much as I wanted to watch the carnage unfold, I had bigger plans for him.
“Are you sure? Was he wearing a mask?” I probed, just wanting it to be stated plainly.
“He was but, I remember the-the shape of his arms and that fucking ugly woodpecker tattoo,” Wren whispered, terrified.
“Carter,” Susan complained.
“You’re right. That’s enough. You can go, Wren.”
“She’s lying! That fucking ni-”
I punched him in the nose, just as Wren was walking out of the door. At least she turned around in time to see me break it. Jason didn’t get to say that word in front of me twice. Jason howled like a wounded beast.
“Let me out! Let me out of here! I’ll fuck you up! I’ll kick your fucking teeth in!” He roared.
“Big threats for such apitiful, scared little man.”
“Who is a ‘little man,’ youbitch? Let me out! I’ll kill you! You and everyone in this fucking place!”
His impotent fury didn’t help him with his bindings. Susan stepped in, grabbing a scalpel from a table and eyeing his balls. I knew what she had in mind.
“Let me do it, Carter. Let me be the one to do it,” she demanded while shaking with the force of her restrained rage.
I stepped in between them. “No. I have other plans.”
“Fuck your plans! I’ll kill you! I will!” Jason yelled, veins raised, nearly choking on his own blood as it ran down his face, barely darker than his flushed skin.
His words were interrupted as I pulled the injector pistol and punched a needle into his side. The experimental serum went in. I smirked.
