Chapter seven: A Sadistic Bastard
Chapter seven: A Sadistic Bastard
Adriano
I know I should have stopped myself once the anger that had previously consumed me turned into a familiar numbness but I didn't.
Blow after blow, I felt myself outside as I tossed my left fist out in a curved punch, directed at the barely conscious man before me. He was clearly hurt but I kept going and by the time I was done with him, the only thing he was going to be capable of is to speak, just where we needed him.
I had been at this all morning but I didn't feel tired in the slightest. His hands are bound by wire and tied behind a plastic fold out chair, leaving him with no choice but to take each one of my relentless blows. With my right foot slightly behind me, I moved in to strike again but my movements faltered when I felt a firm grip on my shoulder. It was my brother, Domenico.
"Why don't you take a break? We need him in some kind of a functioning condition for him to be useful to us. " He said to me with humor in his voice.
Domenico is one of the two people that can pull me back to reality when I get like this, anyone else would likely be knocked out on the ground by now. My entire body was shaking from overexerting myself for such a long period of time but I managed to ease my brutal assault. Not feeling too talkative as I usually got like this, I gave him a sharp nod.
I stepped back and observed for the first time the harsh condition I put this man in. Blood was trickling down his broken face that was now covered in an array of cuts and bruises, matching the ones that have reopened on my knuckles. Tears spilled from his tired eyes, causing him to wince each time one of them ran over a cut. The sight brought a dark smile to my face.
There were very few things in this world that brought me joy but the terrified look in this man's eyes was one of them.
I am a monster and those who know or know of me wish they didn't. I liked things that way, though. After all, no one can hurt you if you don't give them the chance to do so in the first place. The only reason we still stick together as the triplets is because my brothers are just fucked up and demented as I am but they hide their better than I do.
Seeing as I hadn't left, Domenico nudged me, encouraging me to go out so he can do his work without the man being too scared to say anything. Taking the hit, I gave him a nod and walked out of the torture room.
Walking out of the door, I moved into the attached observation room containing a large one way mirror and an audio recording system. This way, I could see and hear what this pathetic man had to say.
I mean, I know I have been torturing him all morning but there was really no need to cry this much over it.
"Are you ready to speak now?" I heard Domenico's voice questioning from the other room. He is currently leaning against the back wall, across from the man known as Jacob.
The idiot just shook his head from side to side, his eyes pinching shut tightly as it pained him to do even that. He must have really be stupid if he thinks that he is getting out of this. Either way, he is going to give us what we wanted and at this point, he is only making this harder on himself. More entertainment for me though so I can't really complain.
"Hmmmm," Domenico murmured, not making a comment like I expected him to.
Pushing off the wall, he moves closer to Jacob and I didn't miss the way his body stiffened at his closer presence.
"I take it that you already met my brother Adriano then, right?" He paused for a moment before continuing.
"You know, the one who did….well of this." He waved his hand around his own face, referring to the damage I did to Jacob. But he didn't respond, other than just looking down at his lap.
My brother moves forward again, getting even closer. His intimidating presence is clearly working as Jacob shifts nervously in his chair. While I may be physically scary, Domenico gets inside of people's heads and finds ways to use it against them. If you ask, that is even worse.
"He seems to have done quite a lot of things to you. Does it hurt?"
The man's eyes shoot up, tensing in confusion by his question. Or more so the seemingly genuine concern that could be heard in his tone.
"Well, are you going to answer me?"
"Y..yes?" Jacob warily said but it came out as more of a question than a response.
"Yes, what?" My brother pushes, moving from his spot and towards where the storage cabinets are located.
I mean the place where we kept all our weapons and tools that get people talking. Why didn't I do that though?
"Y..yes, of course it hurts. I swear that man became p…possessed by something for a moment." He shuttered with words.
"H..his eyes quite literally turned dark like a d..demon would."
Well, he wasn't lying, my naturally gray eyes apparently get really dark when I experience strong emotions. In this case, it was anger and aggression. Although I have never seen them myself, I have heard it is downright terrifying.
What confuses me is why my brother is pretending to care about his pain. He opened one of the cabinets and continued walking.
"You should really clean those cuts, you wouldn't want to get them infected, am I right?" He said, turning his back his attention to Jacob and was now holding a white slightly translucent bottle in his hand and Jacob's full attention instantly moved to the container.
"What is that?" Jacob asked.
"Oh this?" A cruel smile spread across his face.
"It is nothing serious, just a little bit of rubbing alcohol. You know, to help with the wounds."
That brought a smile to my own face, damn it, I know there was a reason why we were brothers. I love this guy.
He opened the bottle and flicked it onto the floor, walking slowly to the terrified man. Noticing the metal table on the floor, he dragged it against the concrete floor, causing a loud screeching sound to echo throughout the room. In front of Jacob now is Domenico, setting the container down in Jacob's direct line of vision.
"I think I am going to grab a chair for myself, don't worry though. I will be back shortly." He paused for a moment before continuing.
"Oh, and once I am back, you and I are going to have a little chat or not, it all depends on you."
Jacob gulps but still didn't say anything but that won't last for long, not with Domenico there. Leaving the rubbing alcohol on the table, my brother turned and walked out. I heard the click of the door close behind him only for the one to where I am opened.
"Are you okay?" He asked, taking a seat beside me.
"Yes, I have settled back down if that is the answer you were looking for."
He didn't respond, the two of us just sat there in a comfortable silence, watching as Jacob frantically wiggled his wrist from behind, trying to get them free.
"Why are you here?" I asked, there was already an extra chair in that room so there was no reason for him to leave.
"It is a game, brother. You will know soon." I didn't say a word and he took it as a sign to continue.
"By forcing Jacob to sit there, staring at the torture he knows that container brings. It will start to get in his head, considering if the pain is truly worth keeping his mouth shut and you can see, it is happening already by the way he is fidgeting and sweating more than he was earlier." I looked at him and went back to Jacob.
"His eyes haven't left that table since I walked out, so I know he is thinking about it. If you let the fear continue to build, by the time I am there, it is more likely that he will be ready to give us what we wanted."
That is Domenico for you, he reads people and then uses it to manipulate them. I may not fully understand everything he does but it is always for a reason. A small component that leads to a much larger end goal.
"But what if he still doesn't talk when you get back?"
"Then, he is going to be shower in rubbing alcohol and it is going to hurt like a motherfucker." I chuckled a little.
"Is it bad that I wish he doesn't talk now?"
"Gosh, Adriano," he laughs.
"You are really a sadistic bastard."
"Tell me something I don't already know."
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