Chapter 91

Chapter 91
The underground cells were what I was expecting, more or less. Similar to how Wyatt had his cells set up, there was a long passage that led to a fork in the road. Left was interrogation, and right were the cells. As soon as we entered, the wonderful smell of the wilderness was replaced by the putrid smell of blood, sweat, and piss. It clung to you like a leech. I had a feeling I would be smelling that smell for a while, even after I left here. Reed guided us to the left and motioned us to a door on the right.

Walking in, there was a two-way mirror. Again, similar to Wyatt’s. I wondered if they built theirs at the same time. I knew they had always been close, but the similarities in their properties were too close to be chance. The first thing that caught my eye was the councilmen sitting in silver chairs, ass naked. They were all sweating and screaming as their ass and balls were resting against the silver chairs, causing burns.

“I feel like that was a bit much of a request, Nina,” Reed said, having a hard time seeing that.

“I don’t… You got everything else I asked for?” I asked, looking around.

“It is in there, just inside the door.”

I just nodded and turned around to leave. I heard footsteps behind me and saw Wyatt was shadowing me. He gave me a look that said, ‘I dare you to argue,’ before I decided I wasn’t going to win that battle, so I just sighed and kept walking. Johnnie was standing right outside the door and opened it for me as I entered the interrogation room.

I was met with their angry glares as they picked up their heads. The smell of burning flesh was still in the room and, as long as they didn’t move, it was a slow sizzle. A small price to pay in my opinion. Johnnie stood right inside the door and guarded it with his arms over his chest. Wyatt moved to stand by the mirror. He leaned up against it with his arms folded. Right next to him was a tape recorder. I saw the bag of items and brought it out in front of them. Watching me spill the contents, I saw some recognition and some scared reactions.

“So, this is how this is going to work. You can either confess to your crimes or I will do to you what you did to me. If you confess now, no harm. Well, more harm shall come to you, but your deaths will be quick and painless.” I finished off by grabbing the deck of cards and shuffling them around in my hands.

“Fuck off!” Turner spat out.

“Okay, we will start with you. Did you or did you not just get caught attacking a girl and attempting to rape her?”

“She asked for it. She liked it rough!”

“Yeah, I don’t like that answer,” I said as I pulled out a card. “Jack of clubs! Jack of clubs… hmm, if my memory serves me right, that stood for your fingers?” I worded it as a question. Silly me, I would never forget that. Turner’s face went pale as he thrashed around in the chair. His arms were strapped down to the arm of the chair, so he couldn’t hide his hands from me. “And, if my memory serves me right, you enjoyed the 10-iron?” I picked up the club, pretending to examine it, as he continued to thrash.

“Stupid bitch! You don’t have it in you!” Turner said as he actually spat towards me. Without blinking, I pulled back and using all my might, brought it down on his hand, hitting my mark and listening to the bones snap. He immediately started yelling, thrashing, and swearing. Without missing a beat, I hit the other hand, causing more cussing to spill from his lips. The other guys were wide-eyed, watching what was happening.

Burning flesh filled the room again as new skin touched the exposed silver. I stood back and waited for him to chill out. “Let me try this again. Did you or did you not try raping a girl?”

“Yes, and I enjoyed every minute of it! I would enjoy getting my hands on you and fucking you straight! Fuck that attitude right out of you! You are not fit to rule anyone, and I will happily die rather than seeing you in any position of power!”

“Wow, I figured you were tougher than that. Two hits and you already cracked? Pathetic, but I am a woman of my word, so you will be taken back to your cell and await your death.” I nodded to Johnnie who came over and punched him across the face, knocking him out cold.

I looked at him confused as he shrugged. “Easier to transport?” Fair enough…

I turned back to Tom, Mason, and Devin. All three watched as a limp Turner was lifted out of his chair and all winced at the burn marks on his dick and ass. “Who is next?” I asked, looking at them.

“Where is Grant? Fucking traitor!” Mason said loudly.

“Well, you are in no position to ask for anything, but he is currently unavailable. However, I would like to save you for next. Tom, I think it is your turn!”

“Sounds like you know everything, so what the fuck do you want from me?”

“Did you have a child chained up in your house that you abused and raped?”

“Fucking slut deserved it! I bought her, fair and square! Then this stupid ass thought he would go public with it! Fucking blackmailed me!” Tom said glaring at Devin. “I want to watch you hit him!”

“Interesting…” I said, looking between the two.

“Fuck you!” Devin said.

“Devin, you did much worst, building a whole sex trafficking ring, taking down smaller packs, and raping countless women and children. You had me kidnapped, too!” I said, looking at Devin. I grabbed a card and pulled out a two of hearts.

“Two of hearts! I did hope I would get that card!” Tom looked absolutely pleased, Devin looked beyond pissed with a hint of fear. I loved the smell of fear on him. I didn’t dare open the door as I wasn’t sure if I could contain it yet.

Walking over, I grabbed the baseball bat. Letting it drag across the floor made a very eerie sound. I watched his eyes watch the bat as I brought it closer and closer to him.

“Wasn’t this your favorite tool? Oh, wait, that was Tom. Devin, you liked the whip…” I said as I ended my show. “I’ll leave this here.” And I set it down in front of Tom. Walking back, the whip was on the floor and ready to be used. Walking back to Devin, I pulled back and let the whip crack across his chest. It left a deep gash that started oozing blood. Following up with nine whips across his chest, but the last one was across his cheek. “I have better aim than I thought!” I said, looking at my handiwork.

Blood had splattered on all three men and on myself. Devin was unconscious by the end of it from the pain. What a fucking wimp! Again, I nodded to Johnnie who looked at Devin and back at me. He shook his head and just grabbed his hand, dragging him back to his cell. I found that a little amusing.

“Okay, Tom, where were we?”

Tom’s head snapped over to me. “I confess. I did those things, and I enjoyed every minute of it!”

“Oh, darn. Well, again, I am a woman of my word and will honor your request for a quick death.”

Once Johnnie got back, I had him take Tom back to his cell.

“I want to know why,” I said to Mason.

“Why what? Devin was in charge of it all!”

“But you got the most pleasure out of questioning me. It seemed like you benefited from everything he did.”

“Nothing you need to worry yourself over! I will never break!”

“You see, I figured as much. You are a man of pride! You like to be the biggest and baddest in the room. So, nothing will break your ego like this,” I said and I let Raven take over. Her eyes glowed brilliant green and the electricity was flowing out around her fingers.

“My name is Raven. Your queen! I suggest you bow before I make you!”

Mason’s eyes grew wide, but he still had some defiance left. “No! It wasn’t even Devin who was the mastermind of it all! He kept saying he needed to report in! I will never bow down!”

“What do you mean? Devin wasn’t the mastermind?” Raven asked.

“Fuck off!” Mason shouted.

Raven let her aura out, and Mason instantly dipped his head. His muscles were fighting it hard. Raven walked over and put one finger on Mason, causing him to shake violently. After about thirty seconds, she stopped and walked away.

Mason’s body relaxed and the pee stopped dripping off the chair. He had pissed himself as a result of the shocks. Breathing heavily, he glared at Raven.

Raven once again let her aura wrap around Mason. “I command you to tell me!”

She left it over him as he tried to struggle, “I… don’t know… who… just s-said… he… had t-to… report in,” Mason finally got out.

“Interesting. So, are you guilty of all charges?” Raven asked.

“N… y-yes!” Mason tried to lie, but he was being forced to tell the truth.

“Good, good. Now you may go back to your cell and wait until you are put to death for your crimes,” Raven said and then slipped back in my mind.

I walked up to Mason and did the honor of punching him the face, knocking him out so Johnnie could take him back to his cell.

I turned and looked at Wyatt who was watching me, like he was waiting on something. Slowly, he made his way towards me. He came up to me and put his hands on my arms, looking down at my face. I knew I had blood splattered across my cheek, but I didn’t think it got everywhere…

“Did it help?” Wyatt asked finally.

I took a minute to think about what he was asking. Did it help me find peace for what they did to me? Did I feel at ease for what I just did to them? We were always taught an eye for an eye. Although, I didn’t do all they did to me, I felt like getting them to admit to their faults and crimes was satisfying. Was my heart at peace? Not fully but maybe eventually.

“Maybe when they are finally gone, this will all be behind me,” I answered finally.

Wyatt nodded and put his arm around my shoulder, guiding me out. “Let’s get you inside. Take a shower, get some fresh clothes on, and I’ll send Kelly up to the room so you can have a relaxing day?”

“No, I will be queen and I need to have more of an active role in how things are run. I need to look over how the ceremony will go and what laws we need to be addressed. We need to decide who is part of the royal party and everything that goes with it.”

“Hold up! First shower and food. I will have them meet us in our room, and we will discuss what we have been up to. Time for your surprise!” Wyatt said, smiling at me. My eyes lit up like a little kid in a candy store.

Finally, something to look forward to. I would give myself this before immersing myself in everything we knew so far to figure out what the hell Mason meant. If Devin wasn’t behind all this, who was? Was he the fall guy, meant to take the blame? Everything we had pointed to Devin. Mason had to be telling the truth, but fuck!