Victor came out of the darkness to feel a haze of smoke on his face.
There was also a feeling of not being able to move. It took him several seconds to realize that his hands and legs were shackled to the ceilings and floors. Also, a man was standing in front of him, smoking and blowing the wisp of smoke to his face. He opened his eyes.
Dvorak stood right in front of him. He was holding a cigar and was looking contemptuously at Victor .
“Hello, Victor I see you are coming out of it already,” he said to him and he let out a big smoke from his mouth. Victor turned his face away as it whiffed to his face. “Caesar told me the gun was powerful. Never knew it had it much in it. You were out for a good ten hours. It really knocked you the fuck out,” there was weird excitement in his voice.
His eyes roved around to assess his situation. He noted that his hands were tightly shackled to the chains from the ceilings. His legs were spread apart widely, and chained down to thick, wrought chains on the floor. There was no way he could move or do anything.
Dvorak continued to stare at him and a tight, meaningless smile hovered on his lips.
“I see you are checking out your environment. Trying to see if you can escape and all. Don’t sweat it, my friends. While you are sleeping like a baby, I’ve checked through the whole thing here. These chains are laced with anti-werewolf titanium chemicals or something. As long as you are chained to it, you can never be able to turn to a werewolf. You will always be in your human form no matter what happens,“ he threw the cigar to the ground and crushed it out with his boot. He went on. “There is lots of good stuff in this room.” He gestured to a table. It was piled with syringes, surgical instruments, masks, gloves and torture devices. “I found a lot of good stuff there. Stuffs to deal with a beast like you. To torment your lost animalistic soul. I familiarize myself with everything there. And I’m gonna use them all on you before I kill you. You see, it seems you and I are going to be here for a little while. A little while of play time,”
“Why are you doing this, Dvorak?” Victor growled. “You were once a good man, Dvorak. How did someone so heartless like Caesar get to you?”
Dvorak went cold.
“Caesar didn’t get to me. No one got to me. You see, this is the problem I had with Selena . It seems you both think you are the good guys. Folks like Mr Davenport and I are the bad guys. You lots think you are better than anyone. You think Mr Davenport is a wicked soul. A merciless, cruel man. What you don’t understand is this; that man has got a heart. You guys don’t have one. Mr Davenport is a human just like that damned Selena. And she treated him like garbage. Threw his love for her right back at his face and went for a beastly, blood sucking, murderous monster like you,” there was an angry note in his voice now. “You and your kind killed folks of this town. Good men and women! Children! And you see yourself as a good man that’s good enough to be seen, treated, respected and appreciated like normal humans! Hell no! Hell fucking no!”
“We owned this town before you guys took it from us!” Victor yelled at him.
“That’s a lie!” Dvorak fired back.
“That’s the truth!” Victor retorted harshly. “We own this town before those fucking Fur Elders took it from my ancestors. This was our territory. You don’t know the history of this town, Dvorak. That’s the problem. If you do, you won’t be like this. They killed our fathers, rape our mothers and daughters. Murder them all! This town belongs to us, Dvorak! And we are gonna die fighting for it with our blood,”
Dvorak's face lost color.
“And die you shall fight for it!” He seethed out. He came closer to Victor and angled his head down so that his eyes bored into Victor’s. “Your breed killed my family. They massacred my wife and two kids in cold blood.” His voice was shaking badly now and his eyes filled up with tears. “My family didn’t do anything. I went out just for a few minutes to get something and came back home and found them all ripped out like animals. Just by seeing them I know it was the work of werewolves. He paused as the wave of anguish waved over him. He went on. “I’ll make you pay for the sins of your breeds,”
He stepped away, and went over to the long whip which lay against the wall. He picked it up and came over to Victor’s back, standing a few feet from him.
“You don’t have to do this, Dvorak,” Victor said, his head on his chest as he braced himself for the impact. “We were once friends, Dvorak. Good friends,”
“A friend that introduced you to his family, fed you and housed you and in return you deceived him for months.” Dvorak sniggered. “I’ll make you beg for your life for deceiving me,” and he raised hand. The whip came up with an amazing speed.
Victor heard a swish, crack sound. Then something hard slapped into his back, ripping the flesh back in a tearing flash of pain. He groaned, his lips trembling as he held back the pain. There was another crack sound. The whip lashed at his back. He groaned, mumbling, his back aching with furious, intense pain.
The whip swished twice through the air again. It came down hard on his back. Twice as hard! He couldn’t hold it in any longer. He screamed.
“You like that huh?” Dvorak laughed wickedly. “I bet you do. That’s a double tap,”
Victor was shivering violently, sniveling, growling as the pain crawled hellishly through his body. He thought he was being fed through the buzz saw.
“You are…..still my friend, Dvorak” Victor groaned. “I never forgot about you. I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you about my wolf side. I mean, how could I ever bring myself to tell you something as sinister as that? Would you still want to be my friend if I told you about me being a werewolf? Hell no! But I understand you. If you are doing this because of your family, then do it. I’ll pay for the sin of my kinds”
“You mean that, Victor ?” Dvorak jeered, laughing lines around his eyes.
“Yes….i’ll pay,”
“That’s good. That’s very good,” Dvorak said as he swung his hand.
The whip came again. The blades attached to it, tearing painfully into Victor’s back, biting into his soft skin. He yelled.
“You pay for the death of Martha?” Dvorak said, his body trembling with rage. “You will pay for the death of my sweet, loving wife? My woman?” He slashed the whip again at the bleeding naked back of Victor. “You will pay for the death of Callum? For Brad? My two kids who would have grown up into men? Fine, strong men who would have their own family one day, you’ll pay for it? As he was talking, he was slashing the whip. “Are you gonna pay for their death?” he shouted.
“Oh,” Victor said, his breath rasping into his throat. He could feel something sticky oozing its way down his back, oozing down to his waistline, to the back of his thighs, down his feet, then to the floor. He realized absentmindedly that it was his blood. “I’ll pay. Yeah….yeah,”
Dvorak's sweating face came into view. He leaned over close to Victor’s face, his breath smothering Victor with tobacco fumes.
“Problem is I don’t want you to pay. I just want you to die,” and he smashed his clenched fist into Victor’s face.
Victor’s head snapped back powerfully, then jerked down his chest. He blacked out.