What Made Me

9-Deadly Hellos

Bryson

"Who are you working for?"

This was a brave mothafucka. He glared at me some more as his body shook, not from fear but more likely blood loss. I had to admit, the bitch had balls...not for long. I lit the blowtorch without braking eye contact. I saw his cheek twitch and smirked in satisfaction.

"Look, I'm really a nice guy. I don't want to have to hurt you. Just tell me what you know and I'll go easy on you. I'll make your death quick. You won't feel a thing." I said the smirk still on my face.

The cocksucker decided to be a bad ass and spit in my face, then cursed at me in Spanish. It seemed odd to me, since we spoke Italian. I'm guessing it's his native language. The saliva practically boiled in my face as my anger rose. I wiped it off my face and rubbed it over his, mixing the blood and spit, then gripped him by the chin. I wanted him to get a good look at me. I was gonna be the last thing he ever saw.

"Wrong move bitch."

His eyes widened as he screamed while staring into mine. I could see the pain clear as day as the fire from the blowtorch seared his dick. I laughed in his face, enjoying the pain I was inflicting on the son of a bitch. He begged and pleaded for me to stop. I backed away from him and watched him shake. Blood and dead, burnt skin fell to the floor from between his legs.

"Now tell me what I want to know."

He shook his head and cried silently. I guess having his dick burned off wasn't enough.

"You know what? That could get infected. We should clean that, don't you think?"

I went back to the sink and picked up the bottle of alcohol. I stood in front him once more and poured the liquid over his peeled banana.

"Okay.....f-fuck! Stop p-please!" He screamed.

"Ready to talk now?"

He nodded. I bent low again so I could hear him nice and clear. His breathing was harsh. Drool and blood dripped from his trembling lips. Seeing someone like this - powerless and at my mercy - thrilled me like nothing else. All the pent up emotions I've held in from these past few weeks flew from my mind and body and into this man's torture.

Time to take things up a notch. I grabbed the black box from the corner. I sat it in front him then attached the wires to different parts of his body.

"I was hoping it wouldn't have to come to this. I don't like hurting people...okay I do, but only sometimes. You have to learn that fucking us over will only hurt you in the long run. You're gonna die regardless, why not make your death mean something?"

He looked like he was contemplating my words. That was good. He was thinking long and hard on whether he should die fast or slow. He knew death was unavoidable at this point. The dilemma was whether he wanted to die loyal or as a traitor. He chose the latter.

"Your...f-father started a war. A war he can't win. My boss, he's going to kill all of you. Whether I live or not. I know that I will see you all in hell. One way or another."

"Now was that so hard?"

I pulled the gun from my pants and shot him right between the eyes. His head hung back with his soulless stare facing the ceiling. He had given me something. It wasn't much, but I knew he wasn't going to say more than he did. I could have tortured him more, but once he spoke the thrill of it faded.

Now the question is; what has my father done?

I cleaned up my mess and got rid of the body. The tub of acid was ready for me when I got here. We couldn't have any trace of the man here in case someone suspected us. Once the body disappeared I cleaned myself. I changed into a new outfit and burned the old one. I exited the room and locked the door behind me. I put the keys back on their hook and made my way back upstairs. A noise from one of the doors stopped me. It sounded like -