NOVPUB"Should we try his teeth now?" Benjamin asked as he looked at Thomas, who had something on his mind, something that hurt more than Marco could ever imagine.
He had already grabbed the bleach from the ground. "I'm thinking he needs to understand that we're not playing." He said as he stepped in front of him, and Marco was like a zombie. The pain was so brutal that his head felt like it could explode at any moment, and when he saw the bleach, it just made everything worse for him.
But still, he wanted to fight back. In his mind, that thing was still there, that these agencies would brag about him, how he told, how he snitched and at least even though he wasn't a big player like James or Victor, he wanted to have an image that he wasn't a fucking snitch, wasn't a rat, he didn't fold nor did he tell anything. He wanted to keep up the image of a gangster who kept his word.
Yeah, a selfish decision that was more important than the suffering, than the pain, and it was brave, the stories he heard, the truth he heard that when James was captured by the NSBI, he didn't snitch, he didn't tell anything. Rather, he was clowning them. He was fucking with them. And there was the biggest example, Lucian.
He was arrested, he was tortured every day. Even if it wasn't out for the public, everybody knew it. He was beaten up every day, he was hosed down with salted water every single day to break… but he never did. And what happened after that? Nothing. They gave up on him, and Lucian lived a life in prison like he owned the place. Maybe that's why he got stabbed to death, because there was no other option for him, at least that's what Marco thought. And that was his role model, the man who built an empire and then stayed silent to his last breath.
He wanted to be like him. He wanted to become a role model to others, a man, a gangster who got captured by the government and even through all of the torture, he didn't break, he didn't snitch.
But Marco wasn't as hard as he thought he would be. Not as hard as Lucian was… Nobody could ever be as hard as he was. He lived through the worst, coming up from the poorest district, where death was like an everyday thing happening. Where he, from the youngest day of his life, was beaten or he beat up others. Where he grabbed a knife quicker than a pen to learn. Nobody could ever top that man. No one could ever go through that much pain as he had.
Marco thought he could, but when Benjamin grabbed a scalpel, he knew that he might never be able to go down as someone who had the legacy of not snitching no matter what.
Especially when Benjamin first cut through Marco's jeans to be able to see his skin, and then with the scalpel, he made a cut on his thigh. It wasn't a deep cut, but more like a little scrape on his skin… only to have some place for the bleach to go in.
"Do it, Thomas. Let's see how long he can stay silent." Benjamin said as he smiled at Marco, and his eyes wavered. His whole body started shaking even more, but he still said nothing as he eyed Thomas slowly holding up the bleach bottle and then pouring some of it into the wounds.
The moment it hit his skin, he was already screaming at the top of his lungs, so loud that outside of the tunnel and even in the distance, his scream could be heard. It was terrifying, as everybody knew exactly what was happening, but nobody could imagine what they were doing to him, that they just poured acid into his wounds, that it was slowly eating through his skin, his muscle, his flesh.
The pain of it was unbearable. It was stinging, it felt like his skin and blood were boiling up. He couldn't do anything, just watch as it ate through his skin, as Benjamin and Thomas were looking at him, smiling, as if it was a lab experiment.
Meanwhile, Linda was now just standing beside one of the cars they came with and was wiping off her mouth, but the screaming just made her want to throw up again. Around in the garage, everybody was a little unsure because they could think of what exact torture technique they were doing, because those screams were not like the others. It came from deep, and they could literally hear Marco crying out his soul from his body. But there was another question too that was raised in one person, and it was Edward.
He was too feeling that unease and creep from Marco's screams, but one thing he really wanted to know about, so he stepped up to Linda and asked it right away.
"Are you really fucking with James?" 𝒏𝙤𝙫𝒑𝙪𝙗.𝙘𝒐𝙢
Linda immediately looked up in that fucked-up state. Her whole face was pale, and Edward's question didn't really help the situation, because, well, he asked in a voice so loud that around at least four IF agents and some of James's men heard it, and they immediately turned toward them like they were owls, spinning their bodies 180 degrees, because what the fuck was that question in a situation when they were literally torturing somebody a couple of meters away…
"He could be my son, why the fuck should I fuck with him?" She asked as her hands were still on her stomach as she felt the urge of vomiting.
Well, Edward asked the question because it actually seemed like a scenario that could happen, the two were from different worlds but were united by one thing, and that was crime and the fight against it… at least from Lidna's side. She wanted a world where there is no or barely any crime, while on James's side, to be able to be on the top he needed to kill everybody… a win-win
"It seemed like he said it with passion." Edward said as he sat down on the ground. "But it would be crazy… a gangster fucking the justice minister."
Yes, the agents around agreed too as they shook their heads, but to Linda it actually made sense.
How crazy it would be if she was able to pull James in and control him with love… a fucked up idea.
"Maybe I should fuck him and in the process cut his throat, like Vinial Cartie did to Rewen Olasn." She smiled, but the reaction wasn't that good.
The agents and the James men also felt something about it as their eyes locked on Linda, and she noticed that it might not be the best idea to say things like this out loud, because she can trust nobody, literally no one. But then this feeling went away and a louder, more intense scream came and her phone buzzed.
This time Benjamin didn't wait and pulled out one of Marco's nice teeth, which cost more than somebody's house, were now in Benjamin's hands.
