THOMAS
He looks at Melina as she settles into her chair. He’s relieved she didn’t question him about why he took so long at the warehouse. It wasn’t something he couldn’t tell Melina; he just didn’t want to bother her with it. Thomas smiles as he thinks about it. He looks at his lighter, and the smile on his face broadens. He couldn’t think of a better way to send the bastard to hell.
A few hours ago
Thomas enters the container where James is being held. The room has buckets, a chair, a table with blades, a blow torch, pliers, and a whip. Rafael was quick to deliver him while Thomas was in the hospital. Thomas wouldn’t have had to deal with him today if he wasn’t on his way to his island with Melina. She deserves the time away after what they’ve been through.
Thomas removes his Burberry suit jacket and drapes it over the chair. He unbuttons his sleeves, rolls them up, and removes his Omega SA wristwatch. He tucks it into the breast pocket of his suit jacket. He takes up the bucket in the room and pours the water on James, who is suspended in the air. James jerks awake, looking around him, confused.
“Hello, James,” Thomas says, dropping the bucket on the floor.
“I see you fucking survived,” James says as he dangles in the air in only his boxers.
“Yes, I did, which shouldn’t be surprising since you suck at shooting,” Thomas picks up a curved blade from the table.
“I don’t suck at shooting; you were just fucking lucky.”
“Yes, just like you.” Thomas presses the blade against the spot on his chest where Melina shot him. James’ skin tears open, oozing blood as he screams in pain. Thomas smiles as he listens to his screams. He removes the blade, and James pants, sweating.
“Fucking kill me already,” James barks at him.
“It’s good you know you won’t be leaving here alive.”
“Get on with it,” James closes his eyes and pulls his hands into a tight fists. Thomas looks at him and releases a dark laugh.
“You are even more stupid than I thought.”
“What the fuck do you mean?” James asks, shooting his eyes open.
“Do you really think I will let you die so easily after everything you’ve done to Melina?” Thomas asks, punching him in the belly. James’ stomach caves in as the iron ring on Thomas’ finger creates a dent in his stomach.
“No,” he whispers, sounding pained.
Thomas smirks. The fucker knows what’s coming, Thomas thought.
“Now that you know your fate, I’ll let you choose.” Thomas walks to the table in the room and picks up the spiked whip. “Which should we begin with?” Thomas asks, holding the whip in his left hand and the blade in his right. James doesn’t answer.
“I’ll take your silence as both.” Thomas walks back to him and smiles before he begins. He whips James across his exposed chest and draws the blade down the same area. James screams loud in pain, pulling his hands into a tight fists. Thomas repeats this a few times, and James’s blood stains his face and neck, but he doesn’t even flinch.
“I think I need water to make whipping you nicer,” Thomas stares at James’ body filled with whip and blade marks. He looks at it like a piece of art.
“Go to hell,” James snarls, spitting close to Thomas’ leg.
“You don’t need to tell me. I know I’m going there, but you’ll get there first,” Thomas walks to the chair in the room and takes his seat.
“Jacob,” Thomas calls one of his men who stand outside.
“Yes, Sotto capo,” Jacob answers, running into the room.
“Fill this bucket with water immediately.”
“Yes, sir.” Jacob picks up the bucket and rushes out of the room with it.
“How’s the bitch in bed? Still puts a fight?” James suddenly asks.
“Ha, ha, you are trying to make me angry so that I can kill you quickly. Motherfucker, I haven’t even started. You will wish you were never born by the time I’m done with you,” Thomas deadly threatens.
“I remember how she would draw blood everything I fucked her. My back was always filled with her nail marks the next morning.”
“Is that so?” Thomas asks as Jacob returns with the bucket filled with water.
“She won’t tell you this, but nobody fucks her as well as I did.”
“Really?” Thomas stands up and dips the whip in the bucket of water.
“Yes, she would scream my name for hours long, begging me to make her cum.”
“Wow! It must have been amazing.” Thomas feigns shock.
“Yes, it was,” James says, licking his lips.
“You fucking bastard.” Thomas whips him hard across his chest. “You fucking raped her every single time.” He draws the blade across the same area. “She must have screamed for hours for you to stop, but you kept going.” Thomas drops the whip and punches him in the face twice, breaking his nose. He sends more punches to his slashed belly. James screams in pain, thrashing in the air. “She dug her nails into your back as you violated her to keep the pain inside.” Thomas drags the blade from James’ ankle to between his legs. He puts his mouth to James’ ear and says, “I want you to picture her as you raped her and wished you had stopped when she begged you to as I do this.” He swiftly cuts James’ dick off.
“No!” James cries as blood spurts from between his thighs, and he watches his manhood fall to the ground. He stares at it and begins to cry. Thomas’ pants and hands are soiled with James’ blood. He smirks, loving the work he is doing.
“Now fucking eat it.” Thomas picks up James’ dick from the floor and moves to feed it to him, but he closes his mouth and tries to get away from Thomas. Thomas rolls his eyes at him and presses the tip of his blade into one of the blade slashes on James’ face. James opens his mouth, yelling in pain, and Thomas forces his dick down his throat. Thomas places his hand above James’ mouth and removes it only after he is certain it has passed down his throat. James gags and opens his mouth to vomit. “If you throw it up, I’ll feed it to you again, so fucking make sure it stays there.” “It will do us both a freaking favor.”
“Please kill me,” James begs, panting. He’s weak from blood loss.
Thomas laughs and drops the blade in his hand. He picks up the pliers from the table and walks back to James. Taking James’ hands, Thomas slowly forces his fingernails out. James yells in pain and tries to take his hand away as Thomas removes all his fingernails.
“Now, let’s see those fucking hands you thought you had a fucking right to put on Melina,” Thomas says, staring at James’ hand that is dripping blood to the ground.
He puts down the pliers and grabs a blow touch. Thomas notice James’ eyes are closed. He walks over to James and slaps him across the face. The bastard jerks awake but is unable to keep his eyes open. That doesn’t matter to Thomas because he believes James can still feel pain with his eyes closed. He walks over to James’ back, which is bloody but clear of wounds.
“Let’s fucking begin,” Thomas says, switching on the blow touch. Burning flesh fills the air. James awakens as Thomas burns his back, screaming and pleading with him to stop. He intentionally left his back untouched so he could do this.
Thomas makes 25 burn lines, similar to the whip marks on Melina’s back. By the time he’s done, it’s a miracle James is still breathing.
“So fucking beautiful,” Thomas beams, admiring his handy work.
“I have to say, James, you’re one tough guy. A lot of guys would be dead by now,” Thomas says, and James groans in response. He must be in excruciating pain right now. Good, the best part is almost here, Thomas thought.
“Now, for my final act of the day.” Thomas picks up a second bucket, which has petrol in it, and pours it on James. He retrieves his lighter from his pocket. James sees it through his whip-injured eyes and begins to struggle with the rope.
“Please don’t burn me alive, please,” James struggles to say through his cut lips.
“I bet this is how Melina begged you not to kill our children, but you still did.”
“Please, you have already hurt me enough; just fucking shoot me and end it.”
“I can see her begging you to stop, but you kept on going. Punching her belly till blood flowed between her legs,” Thomas switches on the lighter and stares at the flames as he speaks.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please shoot me,” James pleads.
“Goodbye, James, this was fun,” Thomas says, turning and throwing the lighter at James’ chest. He instantly catches fire. Thomas walks away, smiling. He has never taken more pride in killing someone than he just did.