Ghost Skills

Ghost Skills Chapter 16

Pulling up to the warehouse, I saw the yellow caution tape flapping in the wind, blocking every door and window on the first floor, evidence of my last visit here. Parking in the back, I pulled Juicy's limp body out of my truck and dragged him to the back door. Ripping the tape and kicking in the door, I strode into the large room and the memories came back to me. The bark of the Kalishkanov's, the way the bodies fell as my Ninjato cut through them, and the screams of dying men. Leaving Juicy's body in the center of the room, I looked around for the things I needed. The chair was overturned behind a table, the duct tape was in a cabinet in the office, and the assorted hammers were in a toolbox I had brought with me. Dragging Juicy to the chair, I removed his shoes and socks, taped his hands behind him and made sure he could not escape, but left his feet loose. When I was finally ready I slapped him a few times and he came to.

His eyes fluttered open and locked onto me. “Chambers? What the hell are you doin?”

“The fact that you're a pimp and a Crip is bad enough and would warrant your death Juicy. But child prostitution warrants so much more. I'm gonna make you beg for your death, and maybe, if you're lucky, grant your request. But for now, we are gonna play toesies.”

“Do you have any idea who I am? You're a dead man!” he sneered.

I laughed in his face. “See it's you who has no idea who I am. You would know me as The Ghost.”

He turned three different shades of white and then started pleading, all confidence gone. “Oh my God, please Ghost, don't kill me! I'll change, I'm not like those other guys, It was only for the money!”

I gritted my teeth, and it took everything I had to not kill him right then. “For money? You exploit women, pimp young girls, and destroy lives every day that you breathe, and you expect me to think that because it was just for money that you're justified? You're not walking out of here Juicy, you will never walk again.”

Turning to the table, I placed my toolbox on top of it and laid all my hammers in a row. A small tapping hammer, then a rubber mallet, a ball peen hammer, a claw hammer, and lastly a three pound sledge. Grabbing the plastic headed tapping hammer I turned back to Juicy and he tried scooting the chair away from me. Grabbing him around the shoulders and dragging him back to the center and I smiled, twisting the hammer in my hands as I spoke.

“We are gonna play a game called toesies. You're feet are loose cause you need to be able to move them, but you're not allowed to move your hands, hence the tape. You are however, allowed to scream, which is why I didn't tape your mouth. Those are the rules, now let's play.

I crouched in front of him and swung the tiny hammer for his bare feet. He screeched and moved them out the hammer's path, then aimed a kick for me. I swung the hammer again and made contact with his shin.

He screeched again and I laughed. “That's another rule, no kicking. Kick again and I'll kill you right now.”

“Man you're crazy! Please, just let me go!”

“Oh come on Juicy. You don't wanna play?” A sarcastic tone found it's way out in my voice.

Swinging the hammer again before he could answer I connected with the toes on his right foot and he yelled in pain.

“See? Toesies isn't that bad.”

Swinging again and again I made contact with his toes about half the time, until they were bright red. The light hammer would just hurt, not cut or break bones and I decided to move onto the next part, the rubber mallet. I crouched in front of him again as he cried and swung once. He screamed for help but I knew no one would hear him so I made no effort to keep him quiet. The rubber mallet, while heavy is not hard enough to break skin, but may dislocate a bone or two. I swung the hammer about ten times, making contact four times before I decided to graduate to the heavy hitters. The metal ball peen hammer was up next and I smiled cruelly while turning back to Juicy.

“Now we have fun Juicy. This will hurt, a lot. Probably break bones too.”

The tears streamed down his face as he spoke. “Please Ghost, I'm sorry. I was wrong but I don't wanna die. Please for the love of God, let me go? I've learned my lesson!”

I crossed my arms and stared him down. “No you haven't. Lessons are learned in pain, and you haven't had enough pain yet to be 'schooled' correctly. We're just getting started.”

I swung the small metal hammer and his feet went left, so I swung left and his feet went right. I feigned a right swing but swung left again bringing the hammer down on his big toe, and I heard it break before he screamed in pain. I swung three more times, missing every one. The metallic ping of the small hammer echoed across the empty warehouse when it made contact with the cement floor.

Trading up to the claw hammer, I swung and he screamed in pain. I had hit the top of his foot and bones had cracked. Smiling evilly I swung again and again breaking bones and listening to his tortured screams. After awhile it got monotonous and I became bored, so I rose and grabbed the duct tape. Stretching out a long piece I gauged how much I would need and ripped it loose. Placing it over his mouth and wrapping it twice around the back of his head, I grabbed the small sledgehammer and cocked my head to the side.

“I usually don't use this hammer, but you're special. You kidnap and coerce young girls into being prostitutes for you; you drug them into submission then rent their bodies out by the hour. That warrants the use of this special hammer Juicy, and I taped your mouth because you're going to get very, very loud and I don't need a headache.”

To his muffled protests I kneeled in front of him once more, and brought the hammer down. His foot jerked as it made contact, leaving a dent in the top and his muffled screams filled the warehouse. His leg shot up and his kick hit my jaw; angry now, I just swung and swung. When I was done his feet hung there, bloodied and broken. Two of his toes had come off and lay on the floor, the rest of his foot was a bloody, pulpy mess. Juicy was unconscious, presumably from the pain and my guilt was sated. I wrapped his feet in two plastic bags, so his blood wouldn't drip into my truck, then loaded him in. As I was pulling out of the lot I saw a big For Sale sign hanging on the front window of the building.

I could use this place. I wonder how much they want?

It was far too late to call now, so I saved the number in my cell phone and drove Juicy to the hospital.

I stopped my truck on the side of the road, reached over Juicy's body and pulled on the door handle. The door opened and I kicked Juicy's body out onto the curb, a groan escaping him as his head hit the sidewalk.

Serves you right. Slamming the gas, I peeled out and drove for home.