Calloused

13

"WHERE IS HE!" My father bellowed at the man tied in the chair. Things had progressively gotten worse. More of our people were dead because of Vincent.

Yet he was no where to be found.

We were currently in one of the many warehouses my family owned. It wasn't a very big one but it wasn't small either. It typically was used for torturing our enemies.

There were several guards stationed around the room as well as outside the building. I'm sure any sane person would of been terrified of the sounds coming from inside.

Our prisoner's face was covered in blood and welts. My father was beginning to get tired after assaulting the man's face with his fists for almost an hour straight. Yet the man in the chair wouldn't break.

"H, Sky. I'm leaving the rest to you both. Do what you must. Just get the information out of him." My father sneard. He snatched a rag from one of the guards as he left through the back door. Several of the guards had followed out after him.

The door slammed shut, leaving an uncomfortable silence in the room. I glanced at the table set up a few feet from the man. A few power tools were laid out along with a pair of pliers, knives, and a set of jumper cables attached to a battery.

My father was never gentle when it came to getting information he needed out of people.

"We can do this the easy way, or the hard way." H taunted the poor man as he took his time going to the table. He picked up the pliers. He tested their weight in his hands.

He passed it from his left hand and into his right one.

"Teeth, or fingernails?" H asked as he turned to me, a sadistic smirk filling his features. It was a look mixed of excitement and desperation.

I wanted to play along but my insides started to ache. It was my first day out in the field. I should've mentally prepared myself for this kind of thing.

I swallowed the feelings down and smiled back at H.
"Fingernails." I chose casually.

"Lovely choice." He hummed as he continued to take his time.

"I'm going to ask you a question. If I don't get an answer, I'm going to take a nail. If you answer accordingly, you'll get to keep it." H said calmly, walking around the man.

He looked like a hungry animal, circling its prey. H always knew how to make people talk. If anyone was going to break this man, he was.

I knew this from years of watching him and studying his tactics. He liked to get inside of their head first before actually getting his hands dirty.

He enjoyed the fearful reactions and loved the power he had over them. It was a terrifyingly beautiful sight. Witch probably made me just as much of a psychopath as him.

"When was the last time you talked to Vincent?" H asked casually.

A few moments passed and the man still didn't say a word.

"I suppose you want me to hurt you." H sighed as he fiddled with the pliers before holding their handle firmly. He slid the end under the man's fingernail and clamped down. He made sure he had a good grip before yanking it out. The man cried out in agony as blood ran down his other fingers and dripped onto the floor.

His hands were shaking violently as he squirmed in the chair. His wrists and ankles were bound by zip ties that made it impossible for him to get away. If he didn't start talking, this was going to end badly for him.

I watched in silence, silently praying that the man would cave in soon.

Where is he?" H asked. His calm tone and demeanor sent chills down my spine. He was usually more of a hot head, so this told me he was planning something much worse.