The Job 6

Part 47: Lower Your Eyelids To Die With The Sun

"But how is it different this time?" Asked Danny, more than a little skeptical.

"You'll find out soon enough" answered Milo as he walked over to the kitchen and picked something up off the counter.

"You have got to stop saying that" said Danny, sighing and rolling his eyes.

"Tonight is the night everything comes to an end" replied Milo, smiling and walking back over to Salvador before removing the blindfold and headphones.

"I fucking knew it, I fucking knew you weren't as god damn tame as you made out to be" spat Salvador towards Ani as soon as he saw her. He also attempted to move but that obviously wasn't going to happen. "You fucking bitch. Wait until Arturo finds out about this. He will never forgive you."

"Jesus, nothing knew with these guys" replied Milo, everyone looking around knowingly because Ani had just explained that Arturo was planning on helping them. "As far as you should be concerned, Ani isn't your biggest issue right now."

"What the fuck are you on abou-" said Salvador, screaming in pain before he could finish his sentence because Milo used the scissors he fetched from the kitchen counter to chop off his ring finger. "Jesus Christ... what the fuck?"

"For world renowned gang members you'd think they'd have better jewelry than this" replied Milo as he crouched down and picked up the severed finger, inspecting the ring that was still around it. He then shrugged and discarded the thing as if it was nothing. "I guess not."

"Why did you do that? Do you want to know information?" Questioned Salvador, flinching slightly when Milo stood back up again. "Because you get any out of me. I'm not as weak as my brothers no doubtably were."

"Aww that's alright, I don't need anything out of you" responded Milo, suddenly chopping off Salvador's pinky finger on the same hand and smiling as he screamed, everyone else grimacing a little. "When I do want something from you, I'll easily be able to get it without even needing to try."

For the next 15 minutes or so Milo either removed more fingers or threatened to remove more. Occasionally he would just used the sharp end of the scissors to cut into Salvador's flesh but that was only for a bit of fun whereas the finger removal was all for Milo's larger plan. As Milo was doing this, the others just watched or tried to distract themselves with random things in the apartment. At one point Cassie pointed out how Salvador screaming was quite loud and how other tenants of the building might complain and call the police. Milo told them not to worry because there was hardly any other people actually living there and of the people that were, they weren't the type to call the police about anything. Especially since they were most likely doing something illegal of their own in their apartment as well. Maybe not on the same level as kidnapping and torturing but probably somewhere along those lines. Just as it was getting to the time Milo was thinking about moving things along, Salvador had about one full set of fingers spread across his two hands. He also, however, felt something that hadn't been there previously. A light tug of his wrists that were tied to the arms of the chair that happened to move just a tiny bit more than they had when he first tried to escape. So he tried again and just like before, his wrists seemed to have more movement. He tried again and again and again and eventually he had created such a gap that if he wanted to he could slip his hand out. If that's what you were still calling the blooding mutilated stump at the end of his arm. Salvador glanced around the room, trying to seem as incapacitated as possible. Everyone apart from Milo were still minding their own business and Milo himself was fetching a glass of water from the kitchen. Torture was thirsty work apparently.

This was his chance. He could escape if he wanted to. He didn't know where he was though, he could have been taken anywhere after being knocked out. That didn't matter. As long as he made it out of whatever building he was in, he recalled the mention of an apartment building when they were talking, and made it to the street, all he would have to do then is find a busy area and they would be able to do anything. Gradually Salvador started sliding his hand backwards along the arm of the chair, the movement made slightly easier because his own blood was working as a sort of lubricant. After about three subtle tugs he managed to get his first arm free, now it was time for the second. There wasn't as much space for his other hand but now that Salvador had one free, he could use it to slightly lift the rope restraining his other. As soon as both his 'hands' were free, Salvador slowly crouched down. He didn't want to move to quickly as to not draw attention to himself. Apparently the universe was working in his favor because Milo appeared to be extremely parched. Salvador loosened both the restraints holding his ankles and then slid his feet out before placing them back on the floor. This was it. As long as he didn't screw up here he would be home free. Salvador took a deep breathe and then moved. Just like he had predicted, as soon as he made a sudden movement, everyone turned to face him. Cassie was the first to react, actually taking a step towards him as if she would fight him to the ground if she got the chance. Salvador didn't really know Cassie but from the looks of her he didn't doubt she would actually do that. As a makeshift distraction Salvador picked up the chair he had been held in and launched it towards Cassie, Danny somehow managing to catch it in midair before it actually made contact with her. They all watched as Salvador ran to the front door and attempted to open it, struggling for a second because of his lack of fingers but eventually getting a grip on it. He stumbled out of the apartment and down the corridor, not knowing where the lift or stairs were but hoping to find either at some point. What mattered though was that he was gone and they were all still stood doing nothing in the apartment.