Chapter 2
For the last few days we’ve held a man hostage without food, without water, without light. We’ve kept him locked up while we wait for our orders; this isn’t our first time killing a man and it sure in the fuck won’t be the last.
The Satan’s Sinners are led by Hanger, our President; this kill is for him and his Ol’ Lady. He will direct us, he will decide who dishes out what punishment, and he will decide when Andrew Conners will take his last breath.
We make our way outside, head to the cellar, open it up, and walk down the stairs. I’m fuckin’ ready to kill this bastard, and stoked that Hanger finally gave the order. This pussy thought it would be okay to hold a couple of the women hostage, one being his ex, who’s with Hanger now, the other is her best friend Jacey. Since Zoey is Hanger’s property, that makes her our responsibility, and Jacey just comes along with the package.
Andrew motherfuckin’ Conners has no idea what’s about to happen to him, but ultimately he will meet his maker today. We come to the empty room and go to the door that holds the bastard. Hanger takes the key from Gunner and unlocks it. He opens the door and pulls the string to turn on the overhead light, illuminating the dark cement room, and our feet hit dirt as we gather into the small space.
A strong stench of piss and shit invades my nostrils, almost making my eyes water, but I don’t let that bother me. I stay focused on our mission to kill this fucker, slowly and painfully. He’s lying on the torn soiled cot we’ve got set up in the corner.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Hanger taunts. Andrew looks up the best he can with swollen eyes. His face is covered in bruises, his eyes are black, and his nose is swollen from where Hanger punched him at the clinic. In fact, he doesn’t look much different than when we first found Zoey, beaten and bloody and lying on the side of the highway because of this piece of shit.
Karma’s a bitch.
“I’m sorry,” he whines. “Can I just please have some water or food? You’ve kept me down here for days with nothing. I can’t even use a bathroom.” We all bust out laughing.
Hanger stops laughing, growing stern, fueled by his anger. “You’re sorry? Now you’re sorry? Were you sorry when you left Zoey for dead? Or how about…were you sorry when you kicked her in her stomach and killed our baby? You think I’m gonna let you have anything? I don’t think you quite understand what’s gonna happen here. You hurt my Ol’ Lady again. You killed our baby. You don’t get to walk away from this. So, no, I’m not going to waste my food or water on you. See, I knew this day was gonna happen, but you slipped through the cracks and got to her before I got to you. Now I’m gonna ask you a few questions and you’re gonna answer them.” Andrew drops his chin to his chest and begins sniffling. “Are you crying? Well, cry about this, motherfucker—today you meet the Satan’s Sinners.” That gets our excitement roaring and raging to the surface as we yell and stomp into the dirt.
“Please, no! I’m sorry! I won’t mess with her anymore!” He cries harder, his begs for us to spare his life growing less and less coherent with each word sputtered. I’m pretty sure he pissed himself again, and all that beggin’ shit ain’t gonna do him no good.
Hanger asks his first question: “What I want to know is how you found Jasmine.”
“I don’t know.”
“Wrong answer. Bear?” Bear steps forward.
“What do you need, Prez?” As our Enforcer, Bear lives for beating answers out of people.
“I need you to break his kneecap,” Hanger replies.
“You got it.” Hanger has Ripper and Gunner hold Andrew up. Bear walks to the door, where a 2x4 leans against the wall, grabs it, and walks back over to Andrew. He takes one good swing and connects with Andrew’s right leg. There’s a loud snap from his leg breaking, so loud it echoes through the cellar. Andrew screams in agony.
“Aww, did that hurt? Well, we’re just getting started,” Hanger taunts darkly before asking his question again. “How the fuck did you find her?”
Andrew screams, “I didn’t!”
“Bear, break the other one.” He takes four swings this time, doing more damage than just breaking the limb; it’s bowed backwards at an odd angle. Agonizing wails fill the room. “Now, I’m gonna ask you one more time. How did you find Jasmine?”
“I didn’t, man! She came and found me! She said Zoey was causing her problems and took you away from her! She said she found out my name because she was always listening when you guys would talk. She did her research, got my number, and started calling from payphones. She came up with a plan so I could get Zoey back. She started following her, like at the mall, and at night when she was at work. She’d stay in the shadows so you guys never seen her. She got your routine down, knew when we could go to the clinic, and nobody would be there yet. She gave me the gun. I’m sorry! Just let me go! I swear I’ll leave her alone!”
So that’s why I could never figure out who was following her. Andrew did a good job of keeping himself hidden, with Jasmine’s help. The fuckin’ nosy whore!
“It’s a little too late for apologies. You hurt my Ol’ Lady, and I don’t take too kindly to that,” Hanger tells him, not an ounce of sympathy in his deadly voice.
“Bear, you’re good. Hacker, your turn.”
I take a few steps up to Hanger and stand next to him. “Yeah, Prez?”
“Andrew, this is Hacker. Why don’t you ask him what he likes to do to people?”
“No, I don’t want to ask.” Andrew shakes his head frantically. He should be scared.
“Well, I guess he will just have to show you. It’s always more fun when you ask, though. I don’t think he needs his thumb. What do you think, Hacker?” Hanger turns in my direction.
I leisurely walk up to Andrew, pull my blade out of my boot, and twirl it through my fingers. “Nah, I don’t think he does.” I quickly grab Andrew’s hand and lay it down flat on the cot. Lining the sharp edge of the knife up to his thumb, I slowly cut in, just a little at first, but enough to have him plead some more.
“No! Please, don’t do this! God, just kill me!” Tears fall down his bruised cheeks.
Enough playing. I cut through his skin, meat, and bone until his thumb is no longer attached to his hand. Blood pours out, soaking the cot.
“That would just be too easy. I’ve promised a lot of people that you would pay. Now that you’ve fucked with me, you’re gonna suffer. You beat my woman. Take a finger,” Hanger instructs, and I move to his index finger. Not wasting time, I slice it off his hand; more blood, more screams of unbearable pain, and I do it with a gleam in my eyes.
“You burned my Ol’ Lady,” Hanger yells at him.
I chop another clean off, leaving only two left.
Hanger continues telling Andrew all the ways he abused Zoey. “You took away her choices, took away her freedom. You did and said horrible things to her.”
As I remove his ring finger, Andrew pales further from loss of blood, but he’s still coherent in his pleas for me to cease my actions. Andrew’s begging doesn’t deter Hanger from going on. “You took her away from her family and friends.” The final finger on his hand comes off. Blood pools on the cot, is splattered all over me, and covers the silver of my blade. Wretched screams fill the room as his torture continues.
“Thanks, Hacker. Ripper?” Bear and Ripper trade places, and Ripper pulls his knife out. “You kicked her in her stomach, yeah?” He barely nods his swaying head. I’m surprised he’s still halfway alive. Hanger orders, “Slice him up, Ripper.” Andrew doesn’t fight anymore; he might be giving up.
Ripper walks up to him, rips his shirt open, and starts slicing into his chest, letting blood bead on the open cuts. They aren’t deep enough to kill him, because that’s Hanger’s job. Ripper gives Andrew ten good slashes across his chest and stomach before he stops.
Hanger takes his signature rope he brought with him and begins making a noose. “You still with us?” A tiny movement from Andrew answers Hanger’s question. He takes the noose, slides it down over his head, and tightens it. “You cheated on her, yeah?”
Andrew whispers quietly, “Yeah, tell her I am sorry. I did love her.”
“Yeah, that’s not gonna happen. Cut his dick off, Ripper.” Ripper gets his pants down. He has one last fight in him as he tries bucking his hips, but Bear holds him down. Ripper takes Andrew’s dick in his hand, slicing through and ripping it from his body.
Hanger tightens the pressure on the noose, cutting off his air supply. The cries, screams, and fight begin dying, as does Andrew. We stand, witnessing the life draining from his body.
The room grows quiet, his breathing stops, and his body becomes slack. Hanger did what he promised: he made him pay and made him suffer. Andrew had a slow, painful death at the hands of the Satan’s Sinners. We abide by our laws, handle shit ourselves, and if you want to fuck with one of ours then you will deal with every fuckin’ one of us. We will be happy to let you meet your maker.
A few of the prospects come down to help clean up the mess and to dispose of the body somewhere it should never be found, like deep in the woods, miles away from the compound.
I head back up, grab my bag of extra clothes that I keep here for when days like this come, and I go shower. When I’m done, I walk out to the bar and get Chatty’s attention. “Give me a bottle of whiskey.”
She stares at me with a hand on her hip. “You want the whole bottle?” Her brow arches.
“That’s what I said.” I stare back, challenging her to say more. She doesn’t; instead she grabs a bottle and slides it across the counter. I catch it in my hand, turn around, and go over to one of the couches. I take a long pull, embracing the burn in my throat from the harsh liquid.
Gunner and Candy, one of the club whores, sit on the couch with me. Gunner pulls out a bag of white powder, makes a few rails on each of her double-D tits, then Gunner and I roll up a bill each and snort the lines up our noses, letting the numbness take effect. I sit back on the couch, listening to the loud music, relaxing and sucking down the bottle of whiskey.
Candy leans over, unzips my jeans, and takes my cock into her mouth. She’s not the best I ever had, but she’s good enough that eventually I bust my load into her hot mouth, letting her swallow every drop. She pops her head up, I fix my jeans, she moves over to Gunner, and I pass the fuck out.