I bend down and take the filthy oiled rag from his mouth that the boys had used to gag him with.
“You ready to talk fucker?” I ask, already figuring what the answer would be.
“Fuck you. You’re going to kill me anyway.” Twist said and let’s face it, he wasn’t wrong.
I grab him by the hair of the head and decided to lay it out for him.
“There is a world of difference in how you die. I can make it easy, I can make it hard. Now I know what I hope you’ll choose, but betraying the MC shows me you’re not the brightest fuck. So, I figure you might need some convincing.”
“I’m not telling you a thing.” Twist said, and I pull over the small stool by the tub to sit because I was right. He’s not that bright and obviously this is going to take awhile.
“Do you know what lye is fuckwad? See everyone talks about acid but if you heat lye up way past boiling and pour that shit on a human body? In just a few hours all you got is liquid slop.” I tell him, as run my Bowie knife along the outline of his Savage MC tat on his chest. All the brothers had one and clearly I needed to be more careful about who I let wear it.
This fuck up was on me. I knew I should have black balled Twist from the beginning, but Irish and Gunner and Striker had all voted to patch him in. I usually tried to run the club by majority vote. This was one time I should have paid more attention to my gut.
“We’ve used it before. Fuck stinks worse than pigs in shit. There won’t be a trace of you left for one sorry-ass to grieve. It’ll be like you never existed. All we do is pull the drain open and wash you down into the sewers where shit like you belongs.”
“Fuck you.” Twist said, but oh I can hear the fear in his voice this time. That was good because fear meant the fucker might tell me what I needed to know.
“What really bothers me the most is that none of the other punks who tried to betray the MC held our mark on their chest.”
“Yo! Crusher you think we should allow Twist to carry our symbol on him into hell?” I ask, my knife still dancing around the tat in question over the heart.
“Abso-fucking-lutely not Prez!”
“Yeah, I don’t think so either, but let’s be fair. All those that say this fuckwad can keep his tat say Aye.”
I reach over and put on the latex gloves that Freak had put on the floor beside me. I waited a minute for effect and then lean even further down so my voice is in Twist’s ear.
“Listen to that silence fucker, looks like fun time is about to begin.”
Then I let my knife slice into the skin in a deep ‘X’ through the tattoo. I pick up one of the loose pieces of skin and saw it off throwing it in the tub. I do that four more times, until the tat is completely removed and the pieces are lying along Twist’s naked legs.
Twist had screamed and is crying now, but I block that shit out. I’m sure Jess cried out too, and she was just a helpless slip of a thing. Twist deserves this and worse. I lay my knife on a rag that has been placed on the floor and then take off my bloodied gloves, throwing them in the tub.
“I swear you might be more of a pussy than I thought Twist. You’re crying more than poor Jess did. Did it make you feel like a big man hurting someone innocent? To rape a woman you had already beaten to the point she was unconscious?”
I picked up the pliers and twisted the fuckers head back.
“Danny told me his stew manages to melt everything but you know me Twist, better to be safe than sorry. Hold still now, this is going to hurt like a son of a bitch. Kind of like how poor Jess felt when you broke her fucking arm.” I said, using my pliers to rip out one of his front teeth.
“Or maybe it will hurt as much as when you broke three of her fucking ribs you ass fuck.” I put the tooth on the plastic by my feet and yank out two more. Twist is trying to moan but since I kept the pliers jabbed into his mouth that’s pretty much impossible.
“Shit boys, Twist smells like he’s been sucking your dicks. Damn breath is killing me.” I complain going in to pull another one. Twist passes out and I put the new tooth with the other three. Then yank off the new set of gloves I had put on, throwing them in the tub.
“I’m taking a break. Wake the fucker up in a bit and get him ready for round two.” I growl walking to the door. “Skull, you and me now,” I said and didn’t look back.
I light a cigarette and lean up against the outer wall of the building, waiting for Skull. He didn’t take long and I offered him a smoke. I didn’t usually smoke, but some things called for a good smoke and a stiff drink. Fuck if this wasn’t one of them, I may even let myself get lost in the booze later tonight.
“It is not easy being a leader mi amigo,” Skull said, taking a smoke and looking out over the abandoned property.