Bound by Two

[Chapter 5]

Bennett's POV

I smirked at James and immediately poured alcohol on his many cuts spread across his arms and chest.

"Ugh you fucking bastard!" He screamed and he huffed.

"Listen, James. We can do this easy or fucking hard!" I grabbed his jaw, tightly. I poured some alcohol on his cheek since I got his cheek in our fight. He growled between his teeth, trying to get out of the ropes.

"So, tell me, which one do you choose?" I asked while gripping his hair.

"Go fuck yourself. Torture me all you want; I won't say shit!" He spat at me and his eyes darkened but filled with tears from the pain he is in.

"Hard it is. Good choice. I love to put people through pain." I grabbed the knife and stabbed his kneecap, hearing a crunch from the blade going through. He cried out in pain, and I laughed lightly.

"Scream and cry all you want. We made this room soundproof for a reason." I twisted the blade and he cried out again.

"FUCK!" He screamed. I kept my hold on the knife and his hair. I stared at his expression as he tried to hold it together but in reality, he is a huge, little bitch. I grit my teeth and tighten my grip in his hair.

"Who killed Lena Quinn? I know you fucking know so tell me now!" I yelled in his face.

"I don't know what the fucking your talking about." His breathing was unsteady and hollow. His voice was raspy from all his screams. I chuckled and licked my lips.

"Resisting I see. Fine. Let's see what you look like without 2 fingers." I grabbed the tray and only put his left index finger and middle finger on the edge.

"No no-AGH!!" His voice was cut off by his screams as I cut of his fingers with a butcher knife. I tossed the tray on the floor and put his hand in a rag to soak up the blood.

"Let's do this again since you think you're so brave to go against the Dark Crest Gang. Who. Fucking. Killed. Lena. Quinn?" His chest was going up and down while glaring at me.

"I. DON'T. FUCKING. KNOW!" He yelled in my face, and I raised an eyebrow.

"Fine." I said with a blank tone while cutting the same two fingers on his right hand. Once again, he screams like a squealing pig. At least he is acting like what he is. A fucking pig. Drugging women, raping them, etc. He is a disgusting fuck, and I can't wait to end any person out in this world who treats women like a fucking puppet.

"Fuck me!" He was in pure agony, and it was fun to watch him struggle and resist knowing he will die, and we are the last faces he will see.

"Who fucking killed her dickhead?!" He stayed silent and I stabbed his other kneecap and twisted the knife. He screams a whole string of explicit words and I looked at him with zero concern.

"Come on, James. Be smart here." I spoke, calmly.

"That girl up in his room." I stared deeply at his face and seen a slight twitch in his lip.

"Don't you think she has a fuckable looking-" I punched him square in his face, breaking a few teeth and his nose. I see blood come out of his nose and he coughed.

"You really want to test me, fucker. I will cut your fucking tongue out and pluck your eye from your socket but maybe I'll let Greyson handle that."

"You know who else was gorgeous and had a fuckable body. The screams were like music." I grit my teeth and clench my fist. He leaned back a bit and stared into my eyes. "Lena fucking Quinn."

"YOU FUCKING BASTARD!" I screamed while ripping out the knife from his kneecap seeing the blood splat on the floor and shoving it right on his dick hard. I grabbed my gun and aimed it at him with the shakiness that I couldn't control.