undercover operation. He’d suggested it and volunteered himself to carry it out. The only way to get the information they needed on the Gorton boys was to get inside it. He’d discovered a level of criminality that had surpassed his expectations. Melanie Patterson was not someone to be messed with. She was callous and she was cruel. She’d ordered so many beatings of young boys who wouldn’t tow the line that she’d lost count. She had no conscience. He’d give anything to be back in her house arguing with her right now. He’d give anything to be tucking into his mother’s jerk chicken. It was always his favourite. She loved doing it for him. She’d been getting anxious lately because he hadn’t been home for a while. God knows what she was going to make of whatever was about to be done to him. How was she going to cope?
He flinched when he heard a door opening behind him and someone’s footsteps come close.
‘I’m glad you’re awake, Jackson’ said the man who was standing behind Tyler. ‘It’s so much more fun when the person I’m tormenting is conscious and able to feel every horror of what he’s about to go through. I’m enjoying this, you see Tyler. Do you know why I’m doing it? Have you worked out just who I am yet? Or is it beyond your tiny little excuse for a brain?’ He took out his packet of cigarettes and got one out. As he was lighting it he went on. ‘I started a little ritual with Leroy. I light a cigarette and I stub it out on a part of your body where the pain will be unbearable and then I let you suffer it all night before I come back in the morning to complete your execution’. He dragged on his cigarette and then he stubbed it out right on Tyler’s neck. He watched as Tyler shifted as best he could to try and quell the pain but it was no good. The man then knelt down so he was close to Tyler’s face. ‘I’m going to get every single one of you until I feel you’ve paid for what you did. And even then I might just carry on. You must be wondering how you’re going to be passing from this world and into the next? Well I’ll keep you guessing for now. See you in the morning, Jackson. Hope you have a … restless night’.
Tyler hadn’t slept at all when the man returned hours later. He had no conception of it being night or day. His neck was so bloody stiff and it ached like hell. The cuffs around his wrists and ankles were cutting into his skin like sharp knives. This must’ve been what it was like for Leroy. But why was this sick fucker doing this? What did he have against the Gorton boys? He had to try and keep his mind on rational thoughts for as long as he could or else he could quite literally go mad with terror.
‘Good morning, Jackson’ said the man when he came into the room. ‘It’s a beautiful day out there. Shame I can’t let you see any of it. Shame this is your last day on the old mortal coil. Shame you’ve been such a bloody useless bastard whilst you’ve been on this earth. But look, I digress. I’ve got a lot to do today. You know the usual stuff like shopping, going to the dry cleaners, watching some TV. But first I have to deal with you. Holding your neck in place is a kind of round cut in a set of stocks which are part of a guillotine. You heard of one of those, Jackson? It’s the traditional way the French used to execute people going all the way back to the revolution. I can’t stand the French personally. All that garlic and snails and frogs legs. And throughout history they’ve never been there when we needed them. But they did devise a quite magnificent way of killing people. And I’ve added my own little twist especially for you, Jackson. You see, the usual way to place the prisoner for execution was to get them face down with their hands cuffed behind their back. But as you can tell I’ve restrained you on your back with your head facing upwards. That’s so when the time comes you’ll be able to watch the blade come down at
He flinched when he heard a door opening behind him and someone’s footsteps come close.
‘I’m glad you’re awake, Jackson’ said the man who was standing behind Tyler. ‘It’s so much more fun when the person I’m tormenting is conscious and able to feel every horror of what he’s about to go through. I’m enjoying this, you see Tyler. Do you know why I’m doing it? Have you worked out just who I am yet? Or is it beyond your tiny little excuse for a brain?’ He took out his packet of cigarettes and got one out. As he was lighting it he went on. ‘I started a little ritual with Leroy. I light a cigarette and I stub it out on a part of your body where the pain will be unbearable and then I let you suffer it all night before I come back in the morning to complete your execution’. He dragged on his cigarette and then he stubbed it out right on Tyler’s neck. He watched as Tyler shifted as best he could to try and quell the pain but it was no good. The man then knelt down so he was close to Tyler’s face. ‘I’m going to get every single one of you until I feel you’ve paid for what you did. And even then I might just carry on. You must be wondering how you’re going to be passing from this world and into the next? Well I’ll keep you guessing for now. See you in the morning, Jackson. Hope you have a … restless night’.
Tyler hadn’t slept at all when the man returned hours later. He had no conception of it being night or day. His neck was so bloody stiff and it ached like hell. The cuffs around his wrists and ankles were cutting into his skin like sharp knives. This must’ve been what it was like for Leroy. But why was this sick fucker doing this? What did he have against the Gorton boys? He had to try and keep his mind on rational thoughts for as long as he could or else he could quite literally go mad with terror.
‘Good morning, Jackson’ said the man when he came into the room. ‘It’s a beautiful day out there. Shame I can’t let you see any of it. Shame this is your last day on the old mortal coil. Shame you’ve been such a bloody useless bastard whilst you’ve been on this earth. But look, I digress. I’ve got a lot to do today. You know the usual stuff like shopping, going to the dry cleaners, watching some TV. But first I have to deal with you. Holding your neck in place is a kind of round cut in a set of stocks which are part of a guillotine. You heard of one of those, Jackson? It’s the traditional way the French used to execute people going all the way back to the revolution. I can’t stand the French personally. All that garlic and snails and frogs legs. And throughout history they’ve never been there when we needed them. But they did devise a quite magnificent way of killing people. And I’ve added my own little twist especially for you, Jackson. You see, the usual way to place the prisoner for execution was to get them face down with their hands cuffed behind their back. But as you can tell I’ve restrained you on your back with your head facing upwards. That’s so when the time comes you’ll be able to watch the blade come down at
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