The Games of Alastor

Chapter Six

His eyes go wide.

"What's your name?" I ask him.

He's hesitant at first but then replies, "Kolton."

"Ah. Tell me what you were doing here, Kolton," I asked while pulling a chair from the corner, turning it around and sitting in front of him.

I probably still look like shit from just waking up but that doesn't matter.

"I- I- my mothers sick and I needed money-" I cut him off, "You're lying."

"Wha-"

"I checked your bag. You have about 2k in cash. I know you didn't try to rob anyone before me. You brought the money for whatever reason so tell the truth," I said in a stern voice.

"How do you know that," Kolton asks in a startled voice. I shrugged, "I just do. Tell me the fucking truth."

Ok, I do know every intention of people I torture. I have absolutely no idea how. It's not like reading minds but like a voice in my head and a gut feeling. I haven't been able to exactly match the voice yet because it's somewhat distorted but I have an uneasy feeling it's Alastor.

"Fine," Kolton sighed, "the money was from my great grandfather and I came here to steal things to sell because my wife is pregnant."

You sick bastard.

The real truth is that he just killed his mother and that's the money he inherited. He left the rest at home. He planned to kill me in his sleep. I smiled. Instead of calling him out for lying I decided to go with it for now.

I narrowed my eyes, "Ok, I believe you."

A look of relief washed over him. I stood up and walked to my tool set in the back right corner.

Kolton attempted to turn his head but it strained his hands too much.

"What's your name?" he inquired. "And why the hell is there blood everywhere?"

Without looking up I replied, "Alastor."

"Alastor? Like, the demon?"

Ignoring him and unlocking one of the doors and pulling out a pair of 10in Water Pump Pliers.

I walked back around the table and faced him and he realized what I was holding. "No, please," he already started begging.

I shook my head and smiled .

Releasing one of the chains from his wrist I take his hand and put the pliers around his index finger.

"No! NO!" he screamed and looked me in the eyes. With out hesitancy I squeezed the handles as hard as I possibly could.