Criminally Insane

Gregg

"So, where did we leave off?" I asked Gregg as I pulled a gun from my back pocket.

"If you're going to kill me, just do it," he grumbled tiredly.

His wife whimpered and lowered her head to the ground since she was already bound at the knees.

"Oh, you're brave aren't you, Selks?" I asked in amusement, kneeling down in front of him. "We're going to play a cliché game of Russian Roulette."

Gregg was Russian, so he got the joke.

He looked up at me, fear in his eyes as I pointed the gun to his wife. "Y-you're a coward," he shouted. "Sh-she didn't do anything!"

I frowned. "If I recall, my mother did nothing to you before you shot her up with morphine and raped her," I spat, slamming the gun against his head.

Blood spilled from his temple as his body landed on the living room floor in a thud. A groan escaped his lips as I picked him up by the suspenders on his shirt, slamming into the wall in front of me.

"You've ran from me long enough," I growled, banging his head against the wall. His eyes rolled when I threw his body on the floor.

Knowing I wasn't done beating him, I bent over and sat him up. "Now it's time for you to enjoy the show."

"Please," he begged. "She didn't do anything. Kill me!"

"You know what I think, Gregg?"

I gave him a minute to think over the rhetorical question.

"I think you take me for a fool. There are pieces missing from this puzzle. Names. You give me those pieces, and she lives. If you don't, your lady dies."

She screamed.

For no reason at all.

I rolled my eyes because that only gave me more reasons to want to kill her.

"I don't know what you're talking about-"

The click of the trigger echoed throughout the room, followed by both of their screams.

"Tell me what I want to know, Gregg," I yelled, as I shoved my foot into his left kneecap.

He yowled in pain, sweat beads forming on his forehead.

I chuckled. "You should see your face, Gregg," I said. "It looks like the red emoji."

"I don't know what information you want me to give you," he yelled, still trying to coddle his kneecap although his hands were tied.

I rolled my eyes, pulling the trigger again. A quieter click came out and I knew the next pull was going to put an end to things.

"Yet, you call me a coward," I said as I bent over and grabbed him by the chin, squeezing.

"Howard," he growled.

"And?" I hummed as I tightened my grip. I felt one of his teeth push in as blood started to trickle from the corner of his mouth.

"Steve," he continued.

"I found you because of past crimes. The other men are harder to find. You are forgetting a few," I whispered as my eyes scanned his battered face.

"You're hurting him," his wife shouted, clearly trying to be relevant.

I turned around and pulled the trigger. An .38 millimetre bullet split the skin in her forehead apart and she fell back.

"I'll kill you," he shouted, instantly trying to break from the bondage knot.

"No, I'll kill you."