The Holy Ghost - M.E. Clayton Page 0,59

the momentary madness and begin to ache again.

“Well, Randolph,” I started with a smile in my voice, “since you felt it necessary to degrade my wife by forcing her to endure sitting before you stupid fucks in her bra, how about we go straight to the sexual connotations of your crime, shall we?” He let out a low moan, but it was lifeless. It held no real power or emotion.

I gave Luca a quick nod and watched as he stood up and hit the button on the operation panel, lowering the chains. Randolph Masterson’s tied feet touch the floor, but he didn’t have the strength to stand on his own. I imagine the rope around his ankles had probably cut off circulation to his feet already. They were looking a little discolored.

Ciro had a table fashioned with limb fastenings on the legs. It forced someone’s body to be bent over at an unnatural angle. Ciro and Luca hung back as I removed Randy from the hooks that had imprisoned him to the chains. He was so lifeless, there was literally no struggle as I draped him over the table and fastened his wrists to the table legs and then untied the ropes around his ankles to fasten them to the opposing legs on the table.

“Remember, whatever you shove up there, if you push too far his insides will rupture,” Ciro commented helpfully.

“Will it kill him?” I asked.

“Well, I mean…eventually, yeah.”

“I personally think you should just cut off his balls and stuff them down his throat,” Luca chimed in. “Without a tongue to get in the way, you can probably shove them down far enough to make him choke on the sonsofbitches.”

“There’s an idea,” Ciro remarked, sounding chipper about the whole thing.

I turned back to face the two people in the world who have stood by me through thick and thin. “You know, no matter what I choose, it’s not going to be enough,” I told them honestly. Nothing was going to rid me of the rage at him daring to touch my wife. No matter what I did to this man, no image, no memory would be greater that the moment I walked into that basement in Cedar Creek and saw Frankie tie to that chair. That image was going to haunt me the rest of my life.

“I know,” Luca agreed.

“Finish the fucker off, Ghost,” Ciro encouraged. “Every breath he takes is an insult to Frankie.”

I walked over to the tray of instruments and grabbed one of the flanged maces. Not sure where Ciro got his toys, but he had the strangest variety of torture accessories I’ve ever seen.

I grabbed the smallest flanged mace, which wasn’t really that small at all, but I figured it’d do the damage I needed it to while still keeping him alive.

“Nice,” Luca observed. “Simple and to the point.”

Flanged mace in hand, I walked behind Randolph Masterson and rammed the weapon into his rectum all the way the leathered handle. His screams indicating that he was no longer disassociated from the pain his body could still experience.

“Goddamn it, Phoenix,” Ciro growled. “He’s not going to last long now.” He actually sounded disappointed. “You better hurry up with the rest of whatever you have planned for the poor fucker.”

“Seriously,” Luca muttered. “We went easy on him to give you extra time with him, and this is what you go and do.”

I smiled.

The next thirty minutes were spent making a statement. I needed the entire world to know what would happen to them should anyone ever come near my wife again. I knew her place as my wife and within the organization, would be public soon, and if I wanted her to stand tall next to us, I had to step back and let her shine. However, Randy would serve as a reminder to everyone that Frankie was never walking in this world alone.

I ended up going with Luca’s suggestion, and after skinning Randy’s limp dick, I sliced off his balls and shoved them in his mouth. I didn’t shove them down his throat suffocating him right away. I waited until after I pulled his lover out of his rectum and dropped him on his ass. Laying on the floor, I shattered both kneecaps with a pickax before plucking out his left eye. It wasn’t until his right eye reflected nothing but emptiness that I finally shoved his balls down to the middle of his throat, and we all stood back and watched him suffocate to death.

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