Chocolate #22, Amaretto #14, Vinegar #3
Title: Dead Men Don’t Bleed
Prompts: Chocolate #22: anticipation, Amaretto#14: edge of the knife, Vinegar #3: keep out of eyes
Rating: R for torture and violence
Characters: Soul Wade, an unlucky schmuck
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. Consider this a peek into Soul’s screwy head. Felix is a violent man, but Soul is psychotic. If he hadn’t been born into the mafia, Soul definitely would have become a world (in)famous serial torturer/killer, but since he’s Nicky Nails’ illegitimate son, which makes him an under-the-table Blaze and gives him all of the privileges that go with that, his dad did what he could to keep Soul happy and safe. In this world that means turning him into a wetworks man for the Family, and, barring a few scenes like this, Soul’s grown up to be a remarkably well-adjusted (mafia) man.
The man’s screaming had finally dissolved into hoarse sobs and whimpers. “W-why?” he sobbed, crying like a baby. “Why are you still d-doing this to me?”
Soul hopped up out of his chair, excited. If his victim was able to talk then it was time for the next round of play. He hovered over his tool bag in indecision. Felix preferred to stick with one tool and make his victims crack through the pain of repetitiveness, but Soul liked to make full use of his collection. What was the point in having so many toys if you didn’t play with them?
“I told you ev-ev-everything! I swear! F-F-Felix even said so!”
Soul lit up when he saw the little exact-o knife hiding underneath his gardening shears. It was perfect. He picked up the knife and twirled it between his fingers as he stepped around the table and over to his victim. The unlucky bastard cowered in his seat and started crying harder.
“No! Please no! I told you ev-ev-everything! Please! I s-swear! I fuckin swear!”
Soul set his knees on either side of the bigger man’s strapped-down legs and sat down on his lap. “I know you did,” he assured his victim as he reached up to tighten his victim’s head straps bolted to the wall. “Felix wouldn’t have left to go tell the boss what we learned if you hadn’t.”
“Then...why are you d-d-doing this to me? I know you aren’t going to let me go free. Just kill me. Please! Kill me and end it!”
Soul ran his fingertips down his victim’s cheek and smoothed back his hair. The man hadn’t been considered pretty under normal circumstances but after a day and a half with Felix and Soul, he was downright grotesque. The only parts of him that had been left untouched by their previous work were places that would kill him and his face. Soul had found that a person’s mind broke quickly after you went in on their face. They hadn’t wanted to break his mind, just get information out of him and punish him for his transgressions against the Blaze Family. But now...well, that was a different story wasn’t it?
“It’s not going to end for a long time yet,” Soul finally answered.
The man was shaking, full-body tremors that Soul relished. This show of fear was his favorite. The screams could get annoying and the crying didn’t really do anything for him, but he never got tired of feeling them tremble. It was so intimate and personal. They didn’t tremble like this for anyone but him.
“P-p-please, Soul,” he begged. “Please kill me.”
“I can’t do that,” Soul murmured. He used his sleeve to wipe away the tear tracks on the man’s cheek and the snot pooled on his top lip.
“Why not?” the man whispered.
Soul roughly grabbed the man’s chin in one hand to not let him move even the little bit that the straps allowed. His victim struggled but stopped moving the second Soul lifted the exact-o knife so that the little blade was barely a centimeter from his right eye.
“Because dead men don’t bleed.”
Prompts: Chocolate #22: anticipation, Amaretto#14: edge of the knife, Vinegar #3: keep out of eyes
Rating: R for torture and violence
Characters: Soul Wade, an unlucky schmuck
Summary: No definitive place in the timeline. Consider this a peek into Soul’s screwy head. Felix is a violent man, but Soul is psychotic. If he hadn’t been born into the mafia, Soul definitely would have become a world (in)famous serial torturer/killer, but since he’s Nicky Nails’ illegitimate son, which makes him an under-the-table Blaze and gives him all of the privileges that go with that, his dad did what he could to keep Soul happy and safe. In this world that means turning him into a wetworks man for the Family, and, barring a few scenes like this, Soul’s grown up to be a remarkably well-adjusted (mafia) man.
The man’s screaming had finally dissolved into hoarse sobs and whimpers. “W-why?” he sobbed, crying like a baby. “Why are you still d-doing this to me?”
Soul hopped up out of his chair, excited. If his victim was able to talk then it was time for the next round of play. He hovered over his tool bag in indecision. Felix preferred to stick with one tool and make his victims crack through the pain of repetitiveness, but Soul liked to make full use of his collection. What was the point in having so many toys if you didn’t play with them?
“I told you ev-ev-everything! I swear! F-F-Felix even said so!”
Soul lit up when he saw the little exact-o knife hiding underneath his gardening shears. It was perfect. He picked up the knife and twirled it between his fingers as he stepped around the table and over to his victim. The unlucky bastard cowered in his seat and started crying harder.
“No! Please no! I told you ev-ev-everything! Please! I s-swear! I fuckin swear!”
Soul set his knees on either side of the bigger man’s strapped-down legs and sat down on his lap. “I know you did,” he assured his victim as he reached up to tighten his victim’s head straps bolted to the wall. “Felix wouldn’t have left to go tell the boss what we learned if you hadn’t.”
“Then...why are you d-d-doing this to me? I know you aren’t going to let me go free. Just kill me. Please! Kill me and end it!”
Soul ran his fingertips down his victim’s cheek and smoothed back his hair. The man hadn’t been considered pretty under normal circumstances but after a day and a half with Felix and Soul, he was downright grotesque. The only parts of him that had been left untouched by their previous work were places that would kill him and his face. Soul had found that a person’s mind broke quickly after you went in on their face. They hadn’t wanted to break his mind, just get information out of him and punish him for his transgressions against the Blaze Family. But now...well, that was a different story wasn’t it?
“It’s not going to end for a long time yet,” Soul finally answered.
The man was shaking, full-body tremors that Soul relished. This show of fear was his favorite. The screams could get annoying and the crying didn’t really do anything for him, but he never got tired of feeling them tremble. It was so intimate and personal. They didn’t tremble like this for anyone but him.
“P-p-please, Soul,” he begged. “Please kill me.”
“I can’t do that,” Soul murmured. He used his sleeve to wipe away the tear tracks on the man’s cheek and the snot pooled on his top lip.
“Why not?” the man whispered.
Soul roughly grabbed the man’s chin in one hand to not let him move even the little bit that the straps allowed. His victim struggled but stopped moving the second Soul lifted the exact-o knife so that the little blade was barely a centimeter from his right eye.
“Because dead men don’t bleed.”