Knox
I walk into the wear house and head up to Lorenzo's office knocking on the door I walk it.
"Knox" he says
"Who do we have down in the cells"
He raises a eyebrow before answering me "There three guys from the trafficking ring and a rat who was stealing money from the pick ups. Why" I don't say anything and head down to the cells.
"I want all three men from the ring in the last cells" Bryan looks at me with worry but one by one he takes the three men into the cell I told him to.
"Does Boss know" he asks chairing the guy up.
"Yes now get out" he nods and leaves the cell closings the door behind him.
"Let's have some fun shall we boys" I say circling the three men.
Grabbing a pair of pliers from the table I walk over to the first guy "Where were the girls supposed to be sent"
"Fuck off" wrong answer. I take the pliers and a hand full of the guys hair pulling his head as far back as I could with out snapping his neck. I put the pliers in his mouth clamping down on his first two teeth and pull.
The guys screams are muffled the pliers as I take another tooth in the vice of the pliers and pull.
The other two men stay quiet watching there buddy I fucking hate that word. Thought of my father cloud my mind and I start to remember all the sick shit he'd done to me.
"Where the fuck were those girls supposed to be sent" I ask again shaking the dark thoughts of my father away.
The guy spits out blood then says "Go to hell" I can't help but to laugh because I'm already there.
I pick up the modified skulls bridal and place it around the guys head placing the mouth piece in last.
"Where the fuck were the girls supposed TO BE SENT" yell in the guys face. A muffled fuck you reaches my ears and I turn the key a few times tell the guy can no longer close his lips or mouth. "Are you going to fucking answer"
The guy slurps up his own spit the beat he can then struggles to speak so I unwind the key just a bit. "Vancouver Canada" he says and I turn the key back to how I had it before.
The guy struggles to say something again and I one again unwind the key "With out your toys your just a scared little bit" I smile a sinister smile and wind the key back up this time I keep going tell his mouth is completely stretched to the point if I open it any further the thin corners of his mouth will split open into his cheeks.
I hate weak men like these guys, men who pray on the weak, men who take advantage of the innocent. A flash back of when I was eight and made my father breakfast in bed for Father's Day floods my mind and the guys face morfs in to my fathers.
Weak
Stupid
Worthless
Three words on a consistent play in my head as I blankly stare at the man who now wears my fathers face. I turn the key and watch as the corners of his mouth slips open tell his ears blood runs down his neck and chest like a cascade of crimson.
Grabbing a pair or pruning sherries I sit straddling the guys lap and cut the last bit of muscle and nerves holding his jaw in place the man sits there with his jaw gone and tongue dangling from his throat.
Moving onto the second man who's already pissed himself I ask "Where did the women who died in the house get taken" he shakes his head no.
"Here I thought you'd be fucking smart" picking up a few throwing stars I walk over to the door and ask again.
"Where" I throw the first star hitting him in the forehead. "Did" another star to the shoulder "The" another star in the chest "Women" another star to the shin "Who died" another start to the stomach "In the house" another start to the chest just above the other one "Get take" another star to the side of the neck.
With one star left in my hand I stand there twirling it between my finger and a memory of my mother comes to mind. I was 9 and my mother had just come home from the store she had something hidden behind her back and even though I wanted to k ow what it was I also didn't.
"Come here knoxy" she said taking a seat at the kitchen table. I walked over to her and she placed a shinny watch on the table.
The way the light danced on the silver band glinted. I reached out to touch it and was meet with a punch to the side of the face.
"Snot nose mistakes don't deserve nice things" she says pushing me to floor kicking me a few times then leaves again.
I throw the last star knocking the one in her forehead off as it zips by missing her head.
"Pathetic little shit" her voice taunts and I can stand the scratchy sound of her voice another second. Taking a dull knife off the table I walk over and stand in front of her only it's not her.
"Where did they take them" I say again trying to control my mind.
"There's a shed in the woods about a mile from the house their all there" he says pushing himself away from me.
"Knoxy"
"Knoxy" her voice taunts again and again and I can't think straight the man's eyes are the same shade of green as hers and I can't stand looking at them. Taking the dull knife I stab the guys right eye cutting it out then move on to the next one tell all that's left are two bleeding holes where his eyes used to be.
"When are you expecting another container of girl" I ask the last man.
"Nnn ne next week" he says with a shaky voice.
"Where's the pick up" I ask picking up a scalpel.
"Harmen docks at 1 am loading dock D"
I come over and stand behind the man and run the blade of the scalpel along his hair line from wear to ear then start peeling back his scalp exposing this dense skull.
Music dances all around the room the man's screams are like a symphony and they echo off the walls.
The door opens up and I hear someone gagging behind me then my names called out but it sound so far away.
YOU ARE READING
Twisted
Mystery / ThrillerKnox James was known for being the reserved quiet type he kept to himself and was an outcast with a troubled life at home with an abusive mother and an alcoholic father. One night after a joint beating from both his parents he ran only to find himse...
