I will thoroughly enjoy killing this man. His tortured cries as his body slowly dies will be my lullaby as I fall asleep tonight.
It’s not until I position the knife under another nail before he finally says anything of value. Crimson rivulets are spilling from Mark's hand, but I’ve barely begun truly making Mark bleed.
“Wait! I said, wait, goddammit!” I cock a brow at him again, urging him to continue. “We uh—we perform rituals on them.” He tightens his lips, a pained expression on his red face. “That’s how we’re sworn in to the secret society. We must perform a ritual and drink the blood of a virgin.”
He confirms what they do to the children, the government’s involvement, and I make sure to have him clarify the two men left breathing next to him are a part of these fucked up rituals. It takes stabbing Jack in the thigh before he admits to his sins, but Miller admits it immediately, not wanting to suffer like Jack and Mark.
“Can I play now, Zade?” Sibby asks impatiently from beside me. She’s vibrating with the need to kill, and in this moment, I can relate to the little demon slayer. We have the same mission, and that is to murder some fucked up individuals.
“Go ahead and have fun with those two. I have a couple more things to get out of dear old Mark first,” I concede, nodding towards Jack and Miller.
“If you don’t let me go, I won’t tell you anything else! Nothing!” Mark shouts, desperate as death draws nearer.
“You’re a weak man, Mark. You’ll tell me anything I want to know once the pain becomes too much. You either die slow, or quick.”
Sibby happily prances towards them and goes for Jack first. She slashes up his face, and it takes monumental effort to ignore her. Especially when her cheeks flush so brightly, I can see it through the makeup.
I swear to God, if she gets off right in front of me, I’m leaving.
I bend down, getting eye level with Mark and hold the knife to his dick. The tool he uses to torture young children will definitely be getting a knife plunged through it tonight while he’s still breathing.
“Who did you speak to about Addie?” I ask.
Mark stutters, his eyes continuously glancing over to his friend’s torture. A bone cracks, followed by Jack’s loud wail of pain.
I dig the knife down further. Mark’s eyes snap back to mine at the clear threat.
“Focus on me, Mark,” I say darkly. “Who did you speak to about Addie?”
Licking his lips, he asks, “In what regard?”
“In any regard that has to do with you kidnapping my girl and selling her, like you were planning to do before I walked in. Did you speak about her to anyone in a position of power involved with these rituals or Savior’s?”
I know the answer before he opens his fucking mouth and says it. The dimming of his eyes as he accepts that he’s about to suffer a great deal more pain.
“Yes,” he whispers.
I lose my composure for just a second, enough to snarl and slice my knife across his chest.
He screams, his face beat red from the agony coursing through him, but I’m not done. Not by a fucking long shot.
“Who?” I bark, losing my control over the beast threatening to rip out of my chest.
When Mark continues to moan in pain, I poise the knife right back over his dick and dig it in sharply. Enough to break skin, but not enough to cause any real damage.
Yet.
“Okay, okay!” Mark yelps, his eyes widening at the pain.
“Who?!” I boom. “I want fucking names, Mark.”
He sniffles but gives me the names I need to know. The names of the people operating the rituals. Names that are more than likely aliases. But it’s a start.
He admits he’s never seen their faces before, and all communication has been through a video feed where they’re shadowed in darkness.
They’re some type of secret underground government, and based on Mark’s ramblings, they have far more control over our government than I thought.
The President is just a puppet, and these people who refer to themselves as the Society—they hold the real power.