Awkward Confessions

Chapter 24

Chapter 24

End of the week, Monty and I were on our way to the warehouse. We had gotten our goons to transport Brandon after we went to his house to beat him up. We sat him on the same chair we had used for Jacin. It had nasty dried blood that looked kind of black on it.

Brandon was unconscious for a good ten hours and I'm guessing Monty hit him harder than expected.

We had stormed his house earlier than morning, with bunny masks on and Monty pistol whipped him in the head while he was in the shower. I wish I could say he had shrimp, but dude was a whole shark.

We had Bungo, one of our goons carry him out and put some clothes on him. Monty kept staring at Brandon's dick till I literally nudged her out of her reverie. The drive to the warehouse was short thanks to the streets being near empty.

Anyway he woke up 10 hours after we knocked him out and most of my men had left, we dismissed them, so it was just me, Monty, Bungo and Bob were with us. Bob was a skinny man about 6"7 in height, even with his skinny frame he still had a lot of muscle on him so he was useful.

Brandon was groggy as he woke up, he kept groaning like he was in pain and I'm sure he was, Monty really knocked him out.

"What the fuck, where am I?"

Monty stood behind him, I still had my bunny mask on. Brandon finally noticed the people in front of him. Bungo and Bob were on either side of me as we stood in front of him. I had a voice modulator under my mask so I could disguise my voice.

"Brandon, right?"

"Who the fuck are you?"

He was struggling against the ropes that held him, but it was no use. I got the badge for advanced knot tying during my scout days.

"Why am I tied up? What the fuck do you want with me? Is this about Shannon? Man I didn't rape her, that bitch wanted it, or is Rachel? Gigi? Billie? That bitch tho, got everything that was coming to her,"

At the last statement, Monty raised her gun to his head. Brandon froze as he felt the cold barrel of the gun against his forehead. I couldn't help but laugh at his predicament. What was funny was the fact that he had the audacity to open his mouth as he was tied up with no idea what was going to happen to him.

I continued to speak,

"We have brought you here to end your life basically, I just don't know how,"

He laughed. I was seriously starting to get irked by his behaviour. What was there to laugh about? Did he not see the seriousness of his predicament?

"I'm dead serious. We have prepared a suicide note in your handwriting so you nobody would hate anyone but you."

I put the paper in his face so he could see. He drew a sharp breath. The handiwork of my design was fruitful. I could see the fear in his eyes as he finally clocked the dreadful situation his abusiveness had caused.

"Now on the basis of torture, we could go old school, but I don't want to mangle your body because we have organ buyers you know?"

Brandon's eyes widened further as I listed the amount of things I could do to him.

"Just relax, my colleague will make sure that you're alright. I brought a priest so you could say your last prayers,"

Bungo had a marriage license. But whatever, a priest is a priest.

"No fuck that I'm aethist,"

"Suit yourself,"

"Can you do me a favour,"