𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧.

This Really Brings Things Full Circle Doesn't It?

(First Edit)

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞

"Yes, I win! Fucking finally!" Damen exclaimed triumphantly.
"Yes little brother, you won. And it only took you twelve tries," Valentino smirked, making me laugh as I gathered up the cards on the coffee table.

For the past hour and a half the four of us have been playing Hearts. During that time Valentino won six times, Nickolas four and I three. Using a fifty two deck we stuck to the traditional rules where the person with the lowest ranking score was the winner.

But there was a twist: with every game we played the person who won would select a tool from the duffel bag which they would then use to torture Henry. The first person to secure a win was Valentino, who decided to start small by pulling out the fingernails on Henry's left hand.

I won the second game and since Henry had the nerve to put his disgusting mouth on mine, I gave him a bit of mouthwash. But instead of Listerine I used sulfuric acid. With Nickolas's win he used barbed wire to practice his cock and ball restraint. Although with the size of Henry's dick —measuring no more than six inches when flaccid — there wasn't much to be done.

Within the next hour Henry was a broken, bloody mess with ripped out finger and toe nails, missing teeth, shattered knee caps and broken hands — courtesy of Valentino when I told him how Henry fondled my breasts earlier.

Damen was anxiously waiting for his turn and got immensely frustrated when everyone but him secured a win. But then on the thirteenth round he got eighteen points while I got twenty three, Valentino got twenty six and Nickolas got twenty nine.

Taking out his pocketknife Damen approached Henry, a maniacal grin on his face as he opened and snapped the weapon shut. "Seeing as how I've been kept waiting for so long I'm gonna take my sweet time with you. And considering your..." He snickers, "condition, what say you wear it loud and wear it proud?"

"Oh hell yes," I smirked. "Where are you gonna put it bro?"
"Seeing as you guys barely left any room on the poor bastard for me to work with his forehead will have to do," he said as he lifted the knife to Henry's face. "Try not to move okay? Wouldn't want me to slash your perfectly trimmed eyebrows now would you?"

Just as Damen put the blade to the left corner of Henry's forehead he let out a garbled scream. "Alright I'll talk! I'll tell you anything you want to know just please! No more!"

Cursing, Damen threw his knife down and grabbed a fistful of Henry's hair, lurching him forward. "Oh so now you want to talk?! It's finally my turn to have some fun and now you're ready to squeal? ARE YOU SHITTING ME?!"

"Down boy," I say as I separate the two of them. With a muttering Damen out of the way I used the barrel of my gun to tilt Henry's head up. "Be warned, if you dare lie to us I will take the leash off my brother-in-law and allow him to do with you as he pleases. So you'd better tell us the truth."

He gave a weak nod and I removed my gun. "To my knowledge you used to be Jeremy Tyson's handler before he retired. Where can we find him?"

"H..he has a place in the Bronx," Henry croaked. "After he left the hitman business he had to lay low since he pissed off a lot of people. Not to mention the cops were looking for him. So I got him a new identity and a job as a truck driver for a furniture store in Lower Manhattan."

"What's his new identity?" I ask as I pick up a notepad and pen.
"His new identity is Jeffrey Newman," he replied, spitting out a bit of blood. "He lives on 4136, Wickham Ave."
"And where does he work?"
"H.K Furniture. The address is 292 Grand Street, Lower East Side."