Page 48 of Twisted Obsession

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Ansel

By the time I marched into the garage at my house in the hills, my crew had everything set up. JG and Rob stood waiting like ravenous dogs, knowing that we were about to do some sick shit to this man to make him talk.

Cuffed to one of my sturdy wooden poolside chairs, the man’s bucked eyes darted around in his head like loose marbles as he glanced up at us. The guys had wrapped his blown-out knees in torn white towels that were soaked through with his blood.

He was positioned like he was about to sunbathe, except each of his limbs and midsection was secured to the chair. He wasn’t gagged, so he could save himself the pain and start talking.

“Would you like to do the honors?” I asked JG.

“No. I’m classically trained by my grandfather. My methods work, but they are dated. You know that new age torture type shit that allows me to update my resume.”

I shrugged at JG’s compliment. “In that case, were you able to get the items I asked for?”

“Yep. Took a bit of trying, but I finally found the right size you wanted,” JG answered before he walked off whistling. JG’s father and grandfather were mob hitmen. To keep JG away from the business, his father had struck a trade deal with the bosses. His father had stacked up an untold amount of bodies to buy JG’s freedom. Killing must have been in the men’s blood because after the military, JG ended up doing the same work as his father and grandfather anyway. The difference was JG did it as a freelancer.

He returned and set the items I’d requested on the table along with his opened torture kit. The kit contained an impressive array of knives, saws, syringes filled with different types of drugs, and several other blades and items.

“I can’t wait to see what your crazy ass does with that shit. Looks like you’re about to conduct a science experiment,” Rob stated with a pinched brow and his arms folded across his chest. “Hanging around with you two sick bastards, I know more shit about torture and death than any normal person should.”

“When in the fuck did you become normal?” JG asked Rob.

Rob released a low chuckle. “Touché,” he answered.

Rob was a more traditional killer. He didn’t play with his victims. He’d put them out of their misery with quick, calm ease.

I chuckled at my friends before casting my gaze to the man that had started to squirm. Without me saying a word, the man started to shake his head at me, noticing my death-filled gaze. He had no idea that he was getting the tame version of me. It was when I asked for alone time with someone that my techniques swerved towards psychopathic.

The man’s eyes bugged, the pleading in them apparent as his rigid body shook from the intense fright coursing through him. I was the poison he could see, the threat he could feel, the deadly predator that lurked in plain sight.

Silence blanketed the space as I stared down at him, my fingers intertwined in front of me. I maintained the position for a solid minute, letting his tension knot even tighter. When I broke the silence and reached for his pants, he, as well as JG and Rob, ogled me.

The man started to whimper and wiggle away from my hands when I yanked his belt apart, unbuttoned his pants, and slid his zipper down. JG and Rob observed, neither uttering a word, although I could read the questions in their tense expressions. The man’s vocal protest and his repeated yammering about not knowing who he worked for was nothing more than a blade sliding across my nerves.

When I tugged his pants down and exposed his flaccid dick, his protests intensified. He yanked against the cuffs holding him to the chair. He forgot about his injured knees as his legs worked against the cuffs, making them clink loud and echo throughout my garage.

I retrieved a syringe from my pocket, which enticed JG and Rob to lean closer, curious to see what I’d do next.

“I told you. I don’t know who hired me. I never saw him. We did everything over the net. I got my assignment through a secure online inbox.”

The man’s harsh breathing echoed off the garage wall as his wide gaze remained pinned on the needle in my hand. Since I’d exposed his dick, he likely assumed I’d inject something into it or cut it off.

When I reached down and gripped his arm, he shrugged away, but I was so filled with the devil that my strength had doubled. The man screamed his head off, but he may as well have been whispering as far as I was concerned. I jammed the needle in his arm and emptied the contents into his flesh.

A tired breath escaped me as I stepped away and stood at the table with my back to him.

“What now?” JG inquired behind me.

“We wait,” I answered.

“Well, I’m going to go and fix myself a sandwich. Dealing with silly motherfuckers that claim they work for ghosts has worked me up an appetite.”

I shook my head at JG. Most of my friends claimed I was the craziest person they knew, but if I listed the crazy shit I’d witnessed from them over the years, I’d say I was in like company.

Rob cleared his throat behind me but didn’t say anything as JG walked back into the garage with a stack of meat he’d decided to add bread to. My alarm sounded on my watch prompting me to turn as I was met with the man’s stiff erection.

I don’t know how, but JG stood there and ate a sandwich while staring down the eye of another man’s dick. The dreadful sight didn’t appear to bother him one bit.

“What the hell did you give him?” JG asked before taking another bite out of his stack of meat.

“Viagra. A double dose,” I stated, my tone indifferent. Rob silently repeated the word Viagra before his face scrunched in confusion.

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