Spawn Chapter 6

I didn’t remember the ride to the bunker underneath the storage building where we had our interrogation room. Thankfully, someone drove me there. When I got out, I didn’t wait for anyone. I headed right for it. Inside, I entered my thumbprint to open the secret door to the bunker below and then again to get into the extra special room.

I noted that Maniac and Rhaines had been busy in the short time we’d been at the clubhouse. They secured our captives to chairs in the center of the room. They remained gagged, but they had bruises and a few cuts. I heard Troian gasp. I wasn’t sure I agreed with her being here. This wasn’t something we’d usually let any of the women see. However, that was Lash’s call as her old man.

I was impressed when she moved closer to them. She put a hand on my arm. I looked at her. She waved for me to come closer, so I had to bend down. She whispered in my ear, “I know you want to kill them and make them suffer for Kimera. I’m all for that. Please let me get my piece out of the way, and then you can go psycho nutbar all over their disgusting fucking asses. Okay?”

I almost chuckled at her psycho nutbar comment, but instead, I whispered back, “You got it. Just don’t make me wait too long. My nutbar meter is rising.”

She smiled, then glanced at my brothers and asked them to take off the gags so she could hear what her cousins had to say. Lash tried to object, but she cut him off and assured him she knew it would be disgusting and ugly. No one moved until Lash gave a chin lift, and then Crusher and Maniac removed their gags. The captives didn’t waste time starting their bullshit. Laszlo went first. It was the standard threat that we were dead, and we had no idea who they were. He called Troian a whore, which it was a miracle Lash didn’t punch him for it, but he held back.

Troi didn’t appear phased by it as she responded to his threats. “Save your breath, Las, you’re gonna need it. I can’t wait to watch you beg, cry, puke, and suffer. It’s the least you deserve for what you’ve done.”

He didn’t answer her. It was Kaz next who spoke up. He went for the low blow of telling her how taking in her ass was the worst day for his family, and she should be grateful they did and that they made a mistake not selling her. Immediately on the tail end of that rant, Jarek chimed in to ask why we were helping her. He thought we should talk and do business together. He was obviously one of the ones who thought all men in MCs were immoral bastards.

Finally, Zandro spoke. “I should’ve drowned you after I beat you, bitch. It felt so good pounding on you and hearing you scream and beg for mercy. It made me hard. I should’ve fucked you first, though. I’ve wanted to do that for years.”

That was the remark that set off Lash. He hurled himself at Zandro and started to pound on him. The rest of us stood back and watched the show. I’m not sure how long we would’ve stood there if it wasn’t for Troian. She bent over and was crying as she panted and had her mouth open, but nothing came out. Her face was a mask of horror and pain. Reaper, Crusher, and I grabbed Lash, and all of us were hollering for him to stop. It took Reaper to tell him she needed him to make him quit beating Zandro. Lash ran to her as he ordered us to gag them. He wrapped her up in his arms. The rest of us stood there waiting as he talked to her although we did gag the bastards. A few minutes passed, and still, there was no word out of her.

He picked her up. “I’ll be back. Save me some,” he told us.

This made her struggle, and she moaned. He reassured her he was taking her to the house. When she looked up, she hissed, “Put me down. I’m not done.”

What the hell? When he didn’t do it right away, she tried to get down herself. He lowered her to her feet, and slowly, she straightened up. He whispered something to her. She shook her head and whispered back, which had them whispering back and forth more. I was about to ask what they were saying when she moved away from Lash and toward her cousins. She addressed Laszlo’s accusations first and then went down the line through the rest until she got to Zandro.

They were trying to speak around their gags, but it wasn’t working. They were jerking on their restraints like they thought they could get loose. It would take bigger and stronger men than them to break those. I was starting to get antsier. I wanted to start on them.

She revealed to Zandro that she had amnesia, and what we knew was mostly due to me. She pointed to me as she told him. I was staring at them hard, hoping they saw my hatred and what was in store for them. Then, she surprised all of us when she revealed his words had triggered her memories to return. She told him she remembered everything.

Her description of her beating and what they did made me angrier. The fucker got hard from doing that to her? When she hit him with the accusation she thought he was into boys and that she had a real man, I thought his head would explode. As he howled and jerked harder, we laughed and made jokes about them, especially about Zandro.

After a while, we calmed down, and she went on to admit to him she was the one to turn in Andrik and how she regretted she hadn’t known they were involved so they could be enjoying prison, too. It was her next remarks that stunned me, although I wasn’t sure why. “I hope he’s being ass raped every day. It’s only a small bit of justice for those poor women and girls you animals forced to be prostitutes all these years. It’ll be a pleasure to see his end, too. Now, I think I’ll watch for a while, then I’ll get back to you.”

That was my signal. I found my fists were clenched tight. I no longer held in the rage I felt. I took off my cut and gave it to Ink. I didn’t want their blood on it. Next to come off was my shirt. No need to ruin all my clothes. Ink picked it up off the floor, where I dropped it. I was never prouder of my body than I was at that moment when they took in the size of me. Fear entered their eyes. I knew I was intimidating, and I loved it.

“You motherfuckers have no clue the hell you released, but you will. I promise you that. We’ll take more than a pound of flesh, but you…” I stopped in front of Zandro. “You, I’ll really enjoy punishing. The woman you had naked just a while ago is mine. I’ll make sure you live long enough to regret ever touching her or any other woman or girl. Hell, like Troi said, you’ve probably been doing it to boys too.”

Once I said that, I turned to Troian. I told her she should leave if she didn’t want to see their pathetic cocks. She waved for me to keep going, so I did. My brothers came forward with their knives and cut off our prisoners’ clothes while Reaper went to the thermostat. I knew what he was doing.

Reaper ordered my brothers to get them up and to let them stretch so we had room to work. I did Zandro myself. We got them standing and chained their arms above their heads onto the hooks hanging above. Zandro tried to fight me, but he was no match. When they were all hung up and spaced apart far enough, I heard Troian burst out laughing. Lash asked her what was so funny.

Her answer made my brothers all laugh their asses off and me smirk. “Oh my God, it’s true. They do have tiny ones. No wonder they’re so hateful to women. Not one could really satisfy a woman, and I bet they’ve been laughed at a lot. Too bad you can’t show them what a real one looks like.”

Remus, the nut, offered to show our captives what a real cock looked like. I thought Lash would stop him, but when Troi closed her eyes and smarted off about not wanting to know what ours looked like, he didn’t. This earned her another laugh. Remus carried through with his threat. He unashamedly took down his jeans and underwear, gripped himself, and held it up to them. “That’s what a real one looks like, boys,” he said with a grin.

Not to be outdone, his twin, Romulus, joined him and did the same. “In case you need to see two.” He snickered. The rest of us kept ours in our pants. Lash whispered something to a red-faced Troi. She answered him and then giggled as he nipped her ear.

When Remus and Romulus got their pants back up, I got back to it. “Take off their gags. I want to hear their screams. It’s time to get this show on the road. Troi, you can look, sweetheart.”

I should’ve known Zandro would speak first once the gags were off again. I let him. Nothing he could say would change what was about to happen. “You can’t kill us. If you do, our family will slaughter every single one of you, including your families. You’re fucking with the Bratva,” he announced proudly.

Crusher got great enjoyment out of telling him that his branch of the Gusev family wasn’t Bratva. Of course, Zandro told him he didn’t know shit. His expression when Crusher spoke Russian to him was hilarious, and it made all four of them pale. Troian was nice enough to translate for us. He’d hit them with Kirill’s surname. This caused Laszlo to ask Crusher who he was.

“I’m Damien Tatum. You might know of my cousin and godfather, Kirill Razin. He sure knows you and your so-called Bratva family in Russia. As we speak, he and the others are set to wipe them out, just like we plan to wipe you and your filth out here,” he told them with a grin. They were shaking before he was done. I’d like to believe it was due to their fear, not the temperature.

“Y-you can’t,” Kaz stuttered, then shut up.

“What? Nothing to say?” Crusher taunted Zandro. He didn’t say a word.

At Crusher’s nod to me, I got closer to Zandro again. I didn’t waste my breath with more talk. It was time to inflict pain. I punched with as much force as I could. I’d been known to pound on the big punching bags so hard seams gave. I hoped the same happened to this fucker. I landed the first blow to his ribs. The crack as his ribs broke was audible even despite his cry. I did the same to the other side. I liked symmetry.

My brothers got in on the action and paired up with one of the other three bastards. They’d have to take turns, but we’d all get our licks in today. The next several minutes were a symphony of cries of pain and the thud of fists on flesh. More cracks were heard, too. It was music to my ears. I enjoyed every sound immensely as I methodically beat Zandro. All I could see was the image of him with his cock out, and Kimera bent over in front of him.

I was broken out of my trance when Troian handed out brass knuckles to us. I gave her a wink as she did. God, she was quickly becoming my favorite old lady. Not to say I didn’t love the others, but she was my woman’s friend and Lash’s woman. It gave her double points, and then to have her do this just added to her score with me.

After she gave them to us, she walked around her cousins. She was studying them as she tapped a finger on her chin like she was in deep thought. She finally spoke. “I think you should give them a few more punches, then change things up. What do you think? If I remember correctly, not only did I have bruises all over me, but I had cuts too.”

Lash was quick to agree and asked her how to say Hurricane in Russian, which she told him. Calling her Uragan, he asked her where to cut Laszlo, who was the one he’d been pounding on. Her answer was perfect in my mind. She wanted Lash to duplicate where her cuts were when we found her. Lash would know since he had been her doctor. He practically purred as he took out his blade. The first cut was on the ribs. The rest of us took out our knives and copied him. Cut after cut was made. We’d wait between one cut and the next until he showed us where to place them. By the time we were through, blood was dripping onto the floor despite not cutting too deep. We didn’t want to risk them dying yet.

The little minx then voiced her wonder if they could hurt more. Damn, Lash better hope she didn’t get pissed enough at him to torture his ass. She swiftly followed up her question with an unexpected punch to Zandro. She did it on top of one of his larger, deeper cuts, making him shout in pain. That’s when we all realized she had a pair of brass knuckles on, too. She hit him a few more times before saying to him, “You’re so right, Zandro, it does feel good. I bet kicking would, too.”

Like lightning, she kicked him between the legs. That even made me wince. She was a hurricane, alright. His shout was much higher this time. I enjoyed her going down the line, kicking the rest of those animals in the same spot. Kaz was the only one to puke when she did it, though. When she was done, she thanked us and then gave us permission to continue playing with our toys. I had to chuckle.

Lash warned her, “Babe, there’s more that we plan to do. A lot more. It’s gonna get bloodier and more gruesome. I’m not sure you want to stay for that.”

She promised she could handle it, then asked if he was worried about her not being able to handle it or if it was her seeing what he was capable of. He was honest and told her both. She assured him the latter wouldn’t happen, and if she thought she was getting to the point where she couldn’t continue to watch, she’d leave.

That seemed to release Lash’s inner beast. He stripped off his upper clothing after kissing her. Before he could start back on his man, Reaper suggested we take a break and let the others work off some aggression. I didn’t want to, but I did. I knew no one would need a break, but everyone deserved a piece of them. Rhaines handed us bottles of water. I’d worked up a thirst and a sweat, so I gulped it down.

Not only did they beat them more, but other painful techniques were used. Salt was rubbed into the open wounds, in addition to more cuts being made with objects not as sharp as our knives. I smiled as their nails were ripped out with pliers.

It was too long for me before the original four of us were given the go-ahead to get back to work. I looked at Lash. I knew what he would be dying to do. “Lash, brother, do you want to show them how you got your name?”

After sparing a glance at Troian, he went to his special cabinet on the wall and opened it. Troian got her first look at how her man got his road name. It was filled with a variety of whips. He was a master with them. I’d never seen anything like it. Troian told him which two she wanted him to use, and he brought out his bullwhip first. The brothers and I moved back, and she joined us.

Zandro and the others tried to see what he was doing, but they couldn’t. He held the whip behind his back until he faced them and snapped it. The loud snap made them jump and try to turn away. He explained his name and how he got it. Their eyes bugged, and then I smelled piss. Checking their crotches, I saw Laszlo had pissed himself.

“No! Please, we surrender. We won’t bother you again,” Kaz yelled.

“God no,” Laszlo sobbed.

“Please,” Jarek pleaded.

Even Zandro begged. “We’ll do anything you want. Just stop.”

“You seem to be under the impression there’s anything in the world you can do or promise us that’ll stop this and make us let you live. You’re really stupid, aren’t you? There’s nothing you can say, do, promise, swear, or anything else that’s gonna save your miserable lives. You’re dead men,” I snarled. Stupid bastards thought there was something in the world they could do to save themselves. Never.

Watching Lash work his magic was almost mesmerizing. Each cry of pain and new wound made me smile, but none as much as when he sliced open the head of their worthless cocks at Reaper’s suggestion. All of us brothers moaned, cupped ourselves, and winced. After that, he switched to Troi’s other pick, the cat-o-nine-tails. Their backs got the full measure of it. Reaper called a halt to it so the bleeding could be stopped. His request for volunteers to do it was eagerly accepted by Ratchet, Ink, Tinker, and Sandman.

Our metal tools had been heating up in the burn barrel. They each took one and placed the glowing ends against the larger wounds to cauterize them. The smell of burning flesh quickly filled the space. Troian gagged. The rest of us had grown used to the smell and no longer gagged. Lash tried to get her to wait outside, but she declined. Then, she called him over to talk to him in private. We whistled when they started to kiss.

When they broke apart, Reaper asked, “How else do you want them to suffer?”

I loved Shadow’s suggestion. “They used their hands to touch women and girls, and God knows who else when they shouldn’t have. I say we break them.”

We all took turns breaking every one of their ten fingers. However, when we were done, it became obvious they were weak and were on the edge of dying, even though we’d cauterized their wounds. It appeared they weren’t nearly as tough as they thought. Maniac offered the choice to let them rest and get more medical attention or just finish them. Our brothers left the decision to me and Lash. He gave his choice to his woman since she was the one harmed by them. She said she was good, and so did he. They all looked at me.

I stood there thinking. There was a part of me that was hungry to inflict more pain and spill more blood. They hadn’t suffered enough, in my opinion. But the other part of me wanted this over with so I could get back to Kimera. Being away from her was making me grow more worried. I needed to know what was happening with her. I wanted to be the one to watch over my woman and comfort her. Making my decision, I told them, “There’s one more thing I want to do, and then we can be done with this. If I didn’t want to get back to Kimera and take care of her, I’d say let’s keep going. However, they’ve breathed enough air.”

“They’re all yours,” Lash told me.

I went over to grab a pair of nylon gloves. For this next part, I needed them. After I had them on, I picked up the knife again that I had laid on the table. I turned it over so the serrated edge was facing downward. I walked up to Kaz first. As I sneered at him, I grabbed his worthless cock and sawed through it. His screams were music to my ears. The other three screamed in horror as they discovered their fates. I dropped his severed cock on the floor and moved onto Laszlo.

His horrified look made me smile at him as I cut his cock off. As I worked my way down the line of them and through Jarek, none of them were able to say a word. I was happy with that. I didn’t want to hear any more of their shit. Well, it lasted until I got to Zandro. I saved him for last. The image of Kimera still wouldn’t fade from my memory. It would take a long time for those images to fade, and they would never be forgotten. “This is for touching my woman and all the others before her,” I snarled at him.

“I didn’t! I never raped her. I swear,” Zandro yelled.

“Even if you didn’t, you were going to. Tell the Devil I said hello and to make it extra hot for you in hell,” I hissed. I stared into his eyes as I took my time slowly sawing his cock off. His agonizing screams filled me with happiness. It wasn’t until I finally dropped his cock on the floor that it registered that anyone else was still with us. Lash picked up Troian and walked out.

A slap on my shoulder made me jerk. I found Reaper standing there with my cut and shirt. “Spawn, why don’t you head back and let us take care of disposing of these vermin? You should be with Kimera. Tell her they’re no longer a threat to her. Let us know what she needs,” he said softly.

“Thanks, Pres. I think I’ll do that.”

The others all gave me nods or chin lifts as I walked out. Kaz had already bled to death. The rest weren’t long for this world. Outside, I kept walking. I didn’t stop until I reached my house. There was no way I’d risk Kimera, the other women, or the kids seeing me like this. I took off my boots and jeans outside. I’d spray them down later. I had another pair of boots I could wear. I’d carried my shirt and cut inside with me.

I went straight to my bathroom and stripped off my underwear while the water heated up. I stared in the mirror. I looked like something out of a horror movie. Blood was splattered on my chest, arms, and even my face. Thank God Kimera didn’t see this. She’d run away in terror, no doubt. As soon as the water was hot enough, I got in.

I let it beat down on my tense muscles and watched the blood swirl down the drain as it was rinsed off me. I didn’t stay like that long before washing my hair and then my body. I did it twice to be sure I got all the blood off. When I was done, it didn’t take me long to dry off and get dressed and presentable. Checking my nails to be sure they were clean, I put on my clean boots and cut before heading to the clubhouse.

I came in the back way since I didn’t feel like talking to the women. It wasn’t personal. I just needed to get to Kimera as fast as possible. I’d been away from her long enough. I knocked on the treatment room door. There was no answer. I waited a few seconds, then knocked again. Finally, it was opened by Alisse. She walked out and shut the door behind her. She was frowning.

“Is she alright?” I asked urgently.

“She’s okay. She’s sleeping right now.”

“That’s fine. I’ll just sit with her so you can go,” I told her as I went to pass her to open the door. Her hand on my chest stopped me.

“Spawn, that’s not a good idea. Before she fell asleep, she told me she didn’t want any visitors. She specified you were included in that.”

“What? That can’t be. Surely, she wants to see me and Troian at least. I can understand the others,” I argued.

“She doesn’t want her either. Listen, she’s shaken by what happened. I tried to get her to talk about it, and she shut down. I think she just needs time to get her thoughts straight. I know you won’t stay away long, but maybe you should for now. It’ll show her that you respect her wishes. She needs to feel like she’s in control after what happened to her. Don’t take that away, or you could push her further away from you and deeper into her trauma.”

As much as I wanted to ignore what Alisse was saying, I knew it was sound advice. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt Kimera mentally more than she already was. It was with great reluctance that I backed off.

“Okay, I’ll go, but I want regular updates. Tell her I was here and she has nothing to worry about. Those animals will never hurt her or anyone else ever again.”

“I will. Go get some sleep if you can. Lash will spell me soon. I’ll make sure he knows to update you as well. I’m glad to hear they’re gone.”

I gave her hand a squeeze and then slowly made my way to my room here. Even if she wouldn’t see me, I planned to stick close in case she changed her mind or if something happened. I didn’t want her to wait when she decided to see me. I didn’t know how long I could hold back, but I’d try for her.