Torture

Butch

-I woke up with a loud scream, my back arched completely off of the bed until I found myself staring at the headboard. Every muscle in my body was tensed and straining. I could feel the sweat dripping down my face as I fell back to the mattress, my entire body was covered in it. I couldn’t remember the dream but I was familiar with the sensation. My heart was pounding a mile a minute like I’d been running a marathon. As soon as I could breathe regularly, I turned and picked up my phone. No messages… well I guess I should expect that. Fuck that. It still didn’t change the promise I’d made to myself. I punched in V’s number and waited for the voice mail to kick in. I wasn’t entirely sure what I was going to say so I just started talking.- I visited my family, got to see my mother. Her mind is almost completely shot and I wonder if that’s where I get it from, what I have to look forward to. It was… disturbing… She hasn’t been all there for a long time and I can barely stand to be around her no matter how much I care about her. Of course she was the one that stood by and watched when dad beat the shit out of me. I don’t blame her for it though. I would rather have taken the blows than watch her or my sisters turn up with the bruises. Mom did mention something that makes sense now that I think about it. Apparently I’m not even that guy’s kid. Guess that’s why I was his favorite punching bag. -huffing out a laugh- I really am a bastard. The wedding ring was all the rage. I don’t think they ever pegged me for someone that would settle down. Hell, I’m pretty sure they thought I was dead. Maybe I should have left it that way… -I shifted on the bed so that I was sitting up- Next time I’ll have to bring you along, make ‘em all shit their pants. -The voice mail cut me off and I called back.- You know where to find me if you want to… I dunno… visit… -I let out a sigh and ran my fingers through my hair- I guess I shouldn’t hold my breath for that one. -I swallowed the lump in my throat.- I love you… and I’m sorry.-I hung up before I turned into a blubbering idiot and stood up, dropping the phone on the bed. I couldn’t shake the feeling that I had single-handedly destroyed the one beautiful thing in my shitty life. Maybe I deserved it… but he didn’t…-

Vishous

The next night came and when it did I was gone from the Manse, this time driving one of the vehicles left in the underground garage. I parked in my usual spot and looked at the car I had left there when I took the pale bastard, I’d haft to rid myself of that tonight, shrugging I rode the elevator up to my Penthouse and stepped through the door that as always opened with but a thought and closed the same way. A slow malicious grin slid into place on my face as I eyed my new captive, completely trussed up with no way to escape. Amazing what some chain, bolts and a damn fine steel ceiling beam good to do I thought. Shrugging out of my jacket I let it fall into the only chair in the room as I passed it. My heavy boots echoing on the marble floor with each step I took closer to the dangling captive. By now his arms were useless even if I were to release them from their confines, after being the sole support of his body mass for hours; he no doubt had any feeling except a pulling pain. I watched closely as his eyes kept track of my steps, it was so easy to read the pleading in them, and the full on fear that was now making them go wider as I stopped within inches of him. “I see you waited for me; somehow I knew you’d still be here.” I chuckled as I pulled my blade from its spot in my holster and started too methodically slice the clothes from his form. “You won’t have any need of those for now or…” Shrugging my shoulders nonchalantly “After.” I stood back a step and let my gaze travel over him and just shook my head, taking just a few steps to the closet, I grabbed a thick roll of heavy duty plastic and with careful precision I placed a large amount under the captive, this shit made clean up a snap. “You should have stayed human, if so you wouldn’t be in this situation now. It all comes back to the choices we make, and once most are made they can’t be taken back.” The last part came out on a snarl and I stepped closer again and placed the end of the blade right as the top of his shoulder. He shook his head madly, still unable to talk with the rag of my shirt shoved in his mouth so only some inaudible noises came out. I applied the perfect amount of pressure to slide the end in, but only letting it go deep enough to be able to see the tip move under the layer of flesh. I alternated from watching the progress I was making and the rough features of the bastard that wanted to move but feared how deep the blade would slip if he did. I worked it in just enough under the skin to have a good starting point and as if I was flaying a fish, I slowly slid the sharp dagger straight down to his wrist, only to pull it back up the other side with ease to the top where I started. The black filth that oozed and and started to pour out of the arm length wound didn’t deter me, fuck no it drove me on further. I pinched the loose flap of flesh against the blades flat end and in an even slower motion I peeled his skin from his body and just let it drop to the now not so clean plastic. I worked my way around the Lesser until I had relieved him of all the skin that covered his upper body to his neck. After the first layer of flesh had been flayed from him he had started struggling against his bonds, thrashing wildly and I am sure would have begged for death if I let him. I left him momentarily to step in the kitchen and deeply clean my dagger with care and slide it back into my holster. I grabbed up a metal tub under the now empty sink and took the bottle that was next to it with me back to the now dripping with oily filth fucker. “You might have saved up the struggling for this next set of fun.” I moved the bucket under his bare feet and filled the metal tub with acid. The smell from revolting bastard and the acid mingled together in the air. I stood up and walked over to the pulley and lowered it just enough to where I could physically see the starting of smoldering smoke lift up and curl around the Lessers legs, that sign ensured the acid was doing it tricks and eating away at the skin. So I locked it in place and before going back to him I picked up a whip from my rack. I stood in front of him and just let my dead set eyes take in the scene in front of me, I could stop, and I could end his suffering now and just ram my blade in his chest. But that was the whole point; I had that control and chose the when, how and ways of it all. He danced madly at the ends of those cuffs while choking and gasping behind the rag in his mouth, his legs kicked madly, trying to get away from the liquid fire at his feet that were no doubt down to nothing but bones now. I flicked my wrist and brought the smooth leather down across his free of flesh chest, he could only jerk in response and I repeated the efforts until he had a dozen or so criss cross patterns over him. By the time I was done even my own arm throbbed from the exertion and my chest was covered in splatters of his blood. There was no longer any harsh movements only a few shudders and jerks here and there and I knew he was done even though I had planned to drag this out for at least a couple or more nights. Shaking my head I walked closer and dropped the whip into the acid and let it do its job and once again palmed my dagger and finished the job, in a blink he was gone and nothing but darkness that poured from him remained. Still using my blade I cut the top of the bottle off and with more careful moves I emptied the contents of the tub into it and rolled the plastic up and along with the jug I put it all in the tub and took it all with me to the stolen vehicle. Leaving the garage in no big hurry I drove down along the river and easily got rid of it all into the choppy waters and without a second look back I dematted back to the front of the Manse. I made a mad run upstairs, cursing myself the whole way for not showering back at the Penthouse, at least no one was around when I got inside. Once in my room I stripped off and took a quicker than quick shower and came back out in the large spacious bedroom with a towel riding low on my hips. Scraping my fingers through my wet dripping hair,it was then I saw the flashing light on my phone blinking and I grabbed it up. I wasn’t taking any chance with missing stuff from Wrath, right now I didn’t need him or anyone up my ass questioning me. But when I played the VM everything in me switched over, that voice seared through my nerve endings and set my five chambered heart to racing. I stood there just listening to every word and the whole time all I could think of is what he would see in me now if he had any fucking clue to the depravity I had dropped down to. I suddenly felt physically ill and found myself kneeling before the toilet and retching up the entire contents of my gut. When finally I had nothing left in me I swiped the back of my hand across my mouth and stood up so I could head back out in the bedroom. Once again I replayed the VM and forced myself to listen again but the one part I hadn’t heard during my upheaving was (You know where to find me if you want to… I dunno… visit…) In that instant my phone found itself smashed up against the opposing wall and I growled out in pure heated anger. “Who the fuck ‘VISITS’ their own fucking mate.”

After my small fit of rage I didn’t bother dressing, instead I chose to lay down, I left the covers in place smoothed out perfectly on the made bed and I just laid down on top of them and locked my stare on the ceiling. That voice I knew so well played over and over in my mind to the point I could recite every word of that voice mail. So Butch had taken to seeing his family, that was good but still it knotted the muscles in my stomach up at the risk, and what if something had went wrong. I shook my head against the pillow and rolled over to my side, still the words wound throughout my mind, his mother’s mental state,I’d have to delve into that area of genetics and see what I found out. My hand lying on the bed knotted up in the smooth cover.”Fuck, no he wants me out of his stuff.” Then the last part blared out like a bullhorn in my ears, ‘visit’, ‘love you’, what would happen if I did, would he be able to see through me, see what I had done. I pushed up off the bed and started pacing at the foot of the bed; the hanging over head light flickered off the metal on my finger and shot a stray beam of light at the door. I raised my hand up and damn if just looking at the band circling my finger didn’t make me almost take up my place back in front of the porcelain god. Butch would know, the Cop could read me better than any fucking person and when he did he was for damn sure a goner if he wasn’t already. I ripped the towel off and went to the closet where the Doggens had placed my clothes they brought from the Pit. Pulling on a clean pair of leathers and the rest of my gear, I left the room and headed downstairs, it was quiet and I went on out the front double doors so that I could demat away. I had a few hours left before the sun was an issue and there was no doubt where I was going. I came to form across the street from Darius’s place and as soon as I did I could feel the kick start in my veins. Butch was just inside those walls, I felt the males’ rich blood pumping through my body and it pulled at me like nothing else ever had. My lids slid close and I struggled with my inner demons, the thought of rushing in and demanding for him to come back with me was exactly what I wanted to do. Then I almost had to crack a grin when I pictured that male telling me to go get fucked, because in short order that is what he would tell me to do. My diamond eyes opened and I slid further into the dark,if this was all I could have than I would take it. I watched every widow for any movement but none came, the longer I stood there hidden under the control of my Mhis, I walked through the many obstacles in my mind that we had battled since the start. My head hung down with the full weight of it all, I tried to get the why of this shit, why Butch was gone, why it seemed being with me was more of a hindrance than help. But I couldn’t, no matter how I played it out, I was in an unfamiliar room at the Manse and my mate was in another residence by choice. It fucking hurt and even after the shit I had pulled since him leaving, I still was only able to shut the pain out for just a few hours at a time, proof of that was me standing on the street in the middle of the night like some fool, stalking the one that is suppose to be mine. I shook my head and looked up at the massive building one last time before I vanished from the street and appeared at the Manse and to the bed that I would lay in alone again.