Death of David

To all my wonderful readers and David haters I dedicate this installment to you.   Thanks to Daijahvu for her help with this chapter.  All of the warehouse pictures are her amazing work.  Thanks to everyone who gave me ideas and suggestions on how this should happen.  I hope you all enjoy!

****WARNING THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS COARSE LANGUAGE

AND VIOLENCE*******

I can’t believe that bitch left me.  Her and my mother weren’t even worth my time.  She wasn’t even good in bed.  Now they got me put on desk duty pending an investigation for conduct unbecoming of an officer, what a fucking joke.  I can’t go within 1000 feet of her or the family.  The guys at the job now give me dirty looks, the women whisper behind my back.  I have been turned into a pariah at my job like I did something wrong.  They both should have been lucky I even bothered giving her a second look.  Good for nothing cunts, all of them.

“Hey bartender, pour me another.”

“I think you’ve had enough.”

“I said pour me another fucking drink!”

“I suggest you leave now before I call the police.”

I laughed throwing my empty glass against the wall.

“I am the fucking police.”

Angrily I stumbled off the bar stool heading towards the door.  I spent most of my nights at one dive bar or another.  No reason to go home since that bitch left, I couldn’t even get laid that was always great stress relief at the end of the day.

“I’ll get you a drink.”  I turned in the direction of the sultry voice.  I watched as the heavenly creature glided towards me.  Yeah I still got it.  She sauntered over to the bartender returning moments later with two drinks.

Her lips teased the rim of the glass as she watched me down my drink in one gulp.

“You want to go somewhere more private?” she whispered in my ear

“Hell yes.”  We stepped outside things went black.

When I awoke I was tied to a chair.  The woman from the bar was watching me but she wasn’t alone.

“You bitch!” I spat “Do you have any idea who you are fucking with.”

Both women looked at each other letting out laughter that sounded like music.

“So you like to hurt women.  Does that make you a big man?”  The newcomer spoke prancing towards me.

“Let me out of this chair and I’ll show you just how big.”  In the blink of an eye she was on my lap digging her nails into my shoulders.  I grimaced at the pain.

“You like causing others pain.  How does that feel?” she hissed.  Just as quickly the woman from the bar was behind me.  She yanked my hair pulling my neck back so far I thought she would pull it off my body.

“What are you doing you crazy bitch?” I asked through clenched teeth

“Letting you feel the same level of pain and fear you caused her to suffer.”  The one on my lap dug her nails in even deeper causing me to bleed.  The pressure was so intense, if I didn’t know better I could have sworn she was strong enough to crush both my shoulders with her bare hands.

“Suffer..” I said panting through the pain “The only one who will suffer will be you and your friend.  You two are all tough with me tied to a chair, let me free and see what happens.”  There was no way I was going to let two worthless cunts get the better of me.  My bravado only brought laughter to their lips, but in one quick movement the ropes were cut and they had fled to the other side of the room.

“Already running scared I see.”  I stood up and ran towards them, but they moved before I could reach them.  They had lightening fast reflexes, but they couldn’t run forever.  As I turned around the newcomer was standing in my face.

“You like to hit women.  Take your best shot.” She taunted me I swung a punch but she dodged it and I stumbled into the arms of the other one.

They took turns punching me and bouncing me back and forth a little. My face was on fire by the time they finished and I could taste more blood in my mouth. My lip was split and my head was throbbing.  I wildly attempted another punch but again she dodged it but instead of hitting me again she had me in a choke hold.

“Is that the hand you hit my sister with?”

“Sister, what sister?”

“Ceula you bastard.” She yelled shoving me to the ground.  The one from the bar appeared and stepped on my hand.

I couldn’t help but to scream out in pain as she ground my hand into the floor like she was putting out a cigarette.  The pain of my bones being crushed was more than anything I had ever experienced before.

“Not such a big man now are you?” she asked squatting down beside me.

“You crazy bitch, you broke my hand.”

“Your hand is just the beginning.  Ceula is my friend and I love her like a sister.  You will face the same fear you caused her all those months.”

I tried to crawl away scrambling across the dirty floor towards the door.  I glanced behind me and they were just standing there watching me.  When I turned back around they were standing in front of me.

“Going somewhere?’

Their eyes glowed and when they smiled, they revealed fangs.

“What the fuck are you?”

“Payback!”

The one from the bar grabbed me up.  I screamed out as her teeth roughly cut through the flesh on my arm.  The other one bit into my neck.  The pain was so extreme I thought I was going to blackout.  I was so scared as they feasted on me I pissed my pants.

“You…you can’t kill me.  I’m a cop you’d get the death penalty.”

“What makes you think they will even find your body?”  That was a man’s voice stepping out of the shadows.  They dropped me as he approached.

“You have to help me.”  I begged.  “They are monsters, or cannibals or both. They…they”

“Aren’t going to be the one to finish you off, I will.”  When he knelt down beside me he had the same glowing eyes and fangs that they had but with a much more menacing look.  With a flick of his wrist I was sent sailing through the air across the room.  I hit the wall then landed in a crumbled pile on the floor.

“You have hurt my family and that won’t be tolerated.”  He picked me up by the neck, I gasped for air as his fingers curled tighter around my throat.  “You did unspeakable things to my daughter.  You tormented her and her mother.  Both those women mean more than your worthless existence.”  He threw me straight down to the ground with such force it shattered my ankles.

I looked around frantically for help of any kind. That’s when I noticed a set of legs off in the corner. I pulled myself on my elbows as fast as I could over to them. With surprise, my torturers let me. I spit out the metallic- tasting blood from my mouth. I felt light headed from the blood lost, but I had to get to the legs. They were my only hope. My pace began to slow until I had finally reach my destination.

The legs were clad in a pair of black jeans. I look up to the man that sat in the chair. His calm, placid demeanor was nearly as frightening as that of the menacing ones the others wore.  When he finally looked at me, it was one of utter disgust. Meeting his eyes I knew there was no hope of me getting out of here alive, but I had to at least try.

“P…Please h…help me.” I stuttered.

The man simply leaned forward from his seat, “You won't find any help here.  I’m above taking a life, but I’m not above watching one end.”

With that he pushed me with his foot, breaking one of my ribs in the process, I was sent sliding back across the floor.  I cried out in pain and desperation. I had no help anywhere. I felt utterly hopeless. I was a dead man.

The other man walked over to where I lay in a huddled heap on the floor.  Bloodied, broken bones I prayed for death to be quick.  Ceula’s sister appeared next to him.  Rolling me onto my back with her foot she stepped on my crotch, slowly at first but the pressure increased gradually.  The pain was all consuming as I was overcome with the feeling that my balls were going to pop like balloons until they finally did.  I couldn’t even scream, it was a paralyzing excruciating pain that shot through my body.

She along with the one from the bar went and stood by the man in the chair.  The first man took my head in his hand, pulling me up to stare directly into his eyes.

“I want you to know that after this night you no longer exist in her life.  She won’t think of you, or even remember you were ever in her life.  That demon seed you planted inside her will also be taken care of.  There will be no trace of you.”

“I’m, I’m sorry.  Please have mercy.”

“Sorry, all out of mercy.”

I could have squeezed his head until it popped like a pimple.  I looked into his eyes I wanted my face to be the last thing he saw. I stared at him he was such a weak insignificant being.  I was disgusted at the images of the things he had done to her.  I was furious that someone like him had ever laid a hand on her.    He smelled of piss, and although the scent of his blood lingered in the air, I didn’t want anything of his running through my veins.

“You are a cockroach and I will put you out of your miserable existence now.” I snapped his neck then let his lifeless body fall to the ground.

“What will we do with the body?” Aric inquired

“Burn it.”