Page 64 of Tortured Souls
“Finn has a unique way of torturing people. Just don’t be surprised if you see him say some off-the-wall shit. He’s not right in the head, but we love him nonetheless.” She chuckles behind me. I twist the knob and push the door open, and we both freeze. We watch as Finn continues waving his arms in the air, as if he’s conducting the symphony orchestra, skipping side to side as he gets more and more into his character. I can hear Sky giggling behind me. The slight shake of her hand in mine tells me she’s having a hard time composing herself.
Stepping through the threshold of the doorway, I see Brooks is sitting back in his chair, arms crossed, eyes closed, and mouthwide open as he sleeps peacefully. How the fuck he’s able to sleep with the music blaring, I will never know. Although he is Finn’s twin and grew up with his madness. Owen is leaning against the side wall, typing away on his phone, utterly oblivious to us entering the basement. Saint is at the opposite end of the room, lining up all the weapons we have down here on the table surface. Essentially getting the room ready for Sky to finally get her revenge.
When the song finally ends, Finn turns toward us, and the smile that plasters his face is nothing short of sadistic.
“Finally! HA! You three are fucked now!” he yells at our three prisoners. Each one looking rougher than the next. Filth, piss, and vomit cover the area around them. The smell down here is the strongest it’s ever been. It’s always smelled of death, but now it smells of feces, bodily fluids, and the distinct tang of blood. Fuck, this is going to be a bitch to clean later. Sergio, Sylvia and Seven each lift their heads, staring right at us as realization and hope of survival becomes evident on their faces. As if mercy is an option for them now that Sky’s here. Oh, how wrong they are.
“Sweetheart, oh my gosh. You’re here! Thank God. Please untie—” A single gunshot pierces the air, making the entirety of the room flinch. A black hole appears in the center of Sylvia’s forehead. Blood immediately flows down her face as the life quickly drains from her body.
“What the fuck? You bitch! That’s your mother!” Sergio bellows. His deep voice echoing off the walls as the rest of us turn towards Sky, who is indeed holding her gun steady and aimed right at her mother. Brooks is startled awake, his hand reaching for his own gun as he observes the room.
“That was a perfect fucking shot, little one.” Owen says first, his hands clapping together in a theatrical slow clap as he inches closer to the now very dead woman to inspect the precision of Sky’s shot.
“How could you?” Sergio is still yelling, that is, until Sky’s gun shifts to the side and points at her father.
“That was no mother, and it was certainly no mother of mine.” Pocketing her gun, she turns to me, her face calm and slightly annoyed.
“I hated her voice,” is all she says. The corners of my lips pull into a grin.
My girl.
Seven has yet to react to anything. His face is still blank of any emotion or even fear as he sits patiently in his chair.
“You’ll pay for that little stunt, you selfish piece of—” Finn cuts him off with a crack to the side of Sergio’s face. His need to commit violence pulses through his body, which is evident by how he trembles slightly.
“You know, you’re pretty fucking stupid talking a big game when you’re currently outnumbered six to two. Well, I wouldn’t actually count him as your second. He looks pretty fucking bored to me,” he says, pointing his thumb at Seven, and I have to agree with the guy. I wouldn’t count on his son being his savior today. He doesn’t even look like he wants to save himself. Almost like his accident all those years ago shifted who he was until he’s just a shell of himself. No thoughts or emotions able to form in his head.
“So, what, you’re going to kill us now too? Your own father and brother?” Sky walks away from my side, until she’s standing right in front of her father, leveling him with a glare that has even Finn backing away.
“You see, that’s where you’re wrong. Well, not about the killing part. You both will, of course, die today, just in a more painful way. However, you are no father of mine. Nor is this man a brother. Sometimes family is more than blood. Sometimes your own blood isn’t worthy of being called family, and you, Sergio, are no family of mine.” She spits at his feet, and I couldn’tbe prouder of the strength she’s showing. After everything this man has done to her, she has yet to show even an ounce of fear. No, not my girl. Not my tesoro. She is strong.
“Take a look around, Sergio. These men here.” She gestures to each one of us one by one. Sergio peers around the room at the men responsible for his current predicament, and just to piss him off, I give him a slight wave of my fingers. His upper lip curls in disgust as his rage continues to rise. “These men are my brothers. My family. They saved me, protected me—something a father is supposed to do for his children. Something you never did. In fact, you put me in harm’s way more than once. Every horrible, disgusting, and vile thing that has ever happened to me was done by your orders.”
“Should’ve made you suffer more,” Sergio whispers, but we all hear him. My eyes catch sight of Saint moving up behind Sergio, a machete gripped tight as he raises it high in the air.
“Stop!” Sky yells, her hands going up in front of her. I watch Saint grumble something, but he does as she says, lowering his weapon.
“He’ll get what’s coming. No worries, Saint.”
Sergio snaps his head around to look behind him, his eyes bulging halfway out of his face when he sees the machete and just how close he came to losing his head.
“The fuck is wrong with you people!?”
“Well, if you must ask, the list is lengthy. But if you have a moment to spare, I could list everything out for you. What do you say?” Finn says from the back of the room, pure sarcasm laced between his words. I try to hold back my chuckle as I watch him glide his fingers over the weapons, trying to decide which one he wants to use first.
“If you don’t mind hurrying this along, I’d rather just accept this end instead of drawing it out.”
“Aww, he speaks! So he isn’t mute, after all!” Brooks says, as he approaches Seven’s chair, bending down to get right in his face.
“I hope you don’t mind, but this is going to be a very long, very fucking painful evening for you. So, you can forget all about a quick death because that isn’t even in the cards for you.”
The funny thing about Brooks is he can be the sane one of the twins. However, there is a hidden sliver of derangement that occasionally slides past the surface, and at the moment, it’s double trouble.
“Well, let’s get to it already. I’m not afraid of a little pain.” Seven has the sheer audacity to taunt his captors, and all I can do is shake my head at his stupidity.
“Hey, Finn, can we show Seven exactly what he’s in for?” Sky asks in the sweetest fucking voice I’ve ever heard.
“About time!” Grabbing Sylvia’s chair, he cuts her lifeless body free. The loud thump of her body hitting the concrete makes Sergio grimace to himself.