Dillon: A Wings of Diablo MC Novel, Lake, B. [if you give a mouse a cookie read aloud .txt] 📗

that it's hard for me to understand. When he starts walking in my direction my eyes track his movements. I watch as he puts his hands in the man’s short hair to forcefully hold his head still. Ah, he wanted to play too. That's fine with me, I can share.

I take the barbed wire, a piece of the man’s shirt and making sure not to tie it too tight I wrap it around his mouth like a gag. Now every time he screams the sharp wire would cut deeper and deeper into his mouth—slowly and completely non-lethal.

Roth takes a step back clearly not wanting to get in my way.

I take more of the barbed wire and wrap it around the man's midsection exactly where his rib cage is. Every time he would fill his lungs to scream it would pierce his skin. Slowly and yet again completely non-lethal. I don't know how long Roth intended to stay here, but I had plans for a long day with this doctor.

The man moans, but doesn't scream out. I take a folded photo out of my pocket. It's a copy of one of the pictures that Brendan had sent to me. I smear the back of it on Dr. Strand’s face to wipe up some of the blood, using it as a glue of sorts. I place the photo directly on the ground in front of him. It's a photo of my sisters when they were just small children, right around the time that he had stolen Simone.

"Now as you scream out for mercy you will remember what they look like won't you?" I smack his chest hard before pressing the barbed wire through his shirt and into his skin. He screams out in agony and as he does the wires around his mouth cut into his skin.

I walk slowly over to the items that are laid out for me to choose from and I pick up a pair of garden sheers that Roth had placed on the table. I walk back over to the man stepping to the side so the photo of my sisters is always in his line of vision. I reach up to one of his love handles and slowly begin to cut away a large chunk of fat. He screams and bucks, but the more he does the slower I go. I cut another piece, and another until it looks like the man was snacked on by a shark. His crimson blood quickly pouring out of his body in rivers. Though it's too quick for me. Ahh, I must be losing my touch. I should have remembered about excess blood flow. I look towards the bag and see that there is nothing there that I would be able to use to stop it.

When I glance over at Roth, his eyes are open wide, and I can see he is fidgeting. Almost like a kid waiting for his turn to go on a ride.

"You got the stomach for this?"

"Fuck yes. What do you want me to do?" he steps forward quickly.

"I need fire, he's bleeding out too much. We have to find a way to cauterize this. I'll leave that up to you." I bump him once with my elbow and go back to the good doctor. Roth moves quickly as he gathers a few items that were already in the room—a metal pipe, a small can, and scraps of plastic. I go to the other side of Dr. Strand and again start to cut at his excess fat. My eyes follow Roth again when he comes up to the man with the few things that he had picked up. At first, he tries to hand it to me, but I'm curious as to what he plans on doing with the materials.

"After you." I stand back to watch.

A devilish smirk crosses Roth's face and I can see the evil man that so many are afraid of breaking through to the surface. He may be trying to lead a good life now. Helping those that he has wronged in the past and even willing to sacrifice himself for the greater good. Despite that he was a killer deep down and still had his own demons trying to break free. He pulls off another piece of the doctor’s shirt and wraps it around one end of the pole as if it were a grip. He takes a large square shape of the discarded plastic and presses it down to one of the man’s open wounds. Then Roth presses the free end of the metal pole against the plastic to hold it in place and proceeds to light the plastic on fire.

My inner sadist immediately stands up to give him a round of applause. I had never seen anyone do something like that, it was fucking creative to say the least not to mention effective. The man screams and bucks as the plastic bubbles, melting and fusing with the open wound, successfully stopping any blood from coming out of the wound.

"That's what the fuck I'm talking about." It's all the praise I can give. He continues to patch the man up as I cut pieces off of him. The stench from the combination of burning flesh and plastic is enough to make my eyes water. When Dr. Strand is in so much pain that he vomits on the floor and on my sisters' picture, I stop what I am doing and clean it up. Roth stops to wait for me to continue before he does as well. Once I feel like the bastard is minus a significant amount of weight and there is a huge pile of flesh chunks on the side of the floor I decide to switch over to the vice. As I'm walking in front of the man, he must have gotten an adrenaline surge, because he lifts one of his legs and kicks me right in the thigh area. I have no doubt that he