fucked-up as some of the things he invented or used. This particular table was genius because only parts of the body rested against the wood. The torso and hips usually ended up straining to find a comfortable position which wasn’t easy.
The straps kept the limbs pulled tight and completely straight the entire time. Any method of torture could be used and the drain ensured the mess was minimal.
Rael loved creating chaos but he sure as fuck got grumpy about cleanin’ it up.
“He say anything yet?” I asked, glaring down at the guy.
“Nope.”
“Did you?”
He flipped a serrated hunting knife around in his hand. “Not yet. Waitin’ on you.”
“You just want to watch him bleed.”
“Can’t deny that’s true,” he admitted with a chuckle.
“Then let’s get to it.”
Rael grinned wide as I stepped up, noticing Wraith as he moved in from the shadows. I gave him a chin lift and then stared down at the unlucky motherfucker dumb enough to work with the Russians and get caught.
“Who are you?”
Silence.
“Who do you work for?”
A slight groan escaped his lips but nothing else.
“Last chance,” I warned. “What do you know about the assassin sent to the hospital?”
All I received was a blank stare.
“Make him talk,” I snarled, standing back as Rael moved in.
He pressed the knife against one of our captive’s nipples. There was a quick swipe as the blade slid through his flesh like a warm knife through butter. Screams launched from his chest in quick succession as Rael dangled his severed nipple in front of his face.
“I’ll make you eat the other one.” Crazy fucker.
That must have scared the shit out of this guy because he started blubbering and yelling, shouting that he was a prospect for the Bloody Scorpions.
“What’s your name, dipshit?”
“Jester.”
Wraith snickered. “You do look a little funny missing one nipple.”
Rael’s eyes gleamed as he anticipated using the knife again.
“Tell me what you know,” I ordered, lip curling up into a snarl. I was already bored. This shit took too damn long.
“The Russian! He’s the one who demanded our help.”
“What Russian?”
“Resi, uh, Resnikov.”
“What else?”