Chapter 94: Bye, Traitors Part II

Chapter 94: Bye, Traitors Part II
Third Person

Matlock took the clear serum vile and opened the lid with one hand. He then carefully put one drop on each of the colorful powder pallets. They started to bubble up as the dry poison interacted with the secret solution.

Only a tiny amount of each poison was needed to destroy the leeches before him.

He took the small paintbrush inside the box and dipped it first into the gold bacteria. He walked towards Hunter and placed a single drop on an open gushing wound beside his eye. Hunter’s agonizing wailing echoed in the sterile chamber. Before the men’s eyes, that tiny speck of bacteria began eating Hunter’s flesh.

The small swollen cut next to Hunter’s left eye was turning black. It began to fester and weep blood as it spread, consuming Hunter’s entire left eye and most of the left side of his face within seven minutes. The rotted flesh began to melt from his bones as his screams and thrashing fell on deaf ears.

Next, Matlock used the dark blue poison from the Eastern Brown snake, the third deadliest snake in the world. He used a blue paintbrush to apply a thin layer over one of Reese’s opened wounds by his ribs.

Within thirty seconds, Reese began to convulse wildly for several minutes, and many of his clotted cuts began to seep with fresh blood. His insides were starting to be squeezed from the inside out, his body slowly losing the ability to clot itself. Reese wished in that moment that he was stabbed with a branding iron over and over again compared to this. His insides felt like they were boiling, and they were. The area infected with the poison was now black against the purple that already painted his alabaster skin.

Finally, both of them received several needle pricks in their gut from the red poison of the brown recluse spider, which triggered boils to form on their skin. Within ten minutes, the boils became so inflamed that they popped and oozed infected tissue, which already smelled like decaying fish.

Besides the excruciating pain that was burning every molecule in their body alive, they became sensitive to every sensory function. Even the cool air in the vaulted room hit their boiling flesh just right to add to their misery.

“Call the men. It’s time for the traitor’s walk,” Matlock stated, closing the black box. He did not put it away but held on to it firmly.

While the order was broadcast in the building, the twins took a few swings at their former best friends. Asher took out his pocket knife and carved the Anderson Mafia Motto into their abdomens: “Convivere, Dimicare, Simul mori,” which translates to “Live Together, Fight Together, Die Together.” They broke the ultimate bond of brotherhood, and they will pay for it.

They were unceremoniously dropped from the ceilings and landed on the hard tile with a bang. They both screamed as the impact was heavy on their hips and thighs.

Landon and Zeke quickly secured shock collars around their throats, attaching leather leashes to the silver hoop, “Let’s go, pets, time for your walk,” Zion teased, playing on both Hunter and Reese’s pet fetish. They were practically dragged by their necks through the chamber, leaving behind a bloody streak. Zion and Asher controlled the collars, taking pleasure in pressing the shock button regularly.

Once they got out into the main hallway, the two dying men trembled in fear. Hunter pissed his pants, and Reese released a few silent tears. The hallway was the length of a football field, lined with men who each held murderous gazes. They had weapons in their hands, from knives to steal bats and brass knuckles to whips.

“You should know the deal by now. There are no rules. Fight for your life. Each man gets one shot at each of you, no more. You can leave if you can make it to the end of the hallway without dying. Your sins will be forgiven, and you can live to see another day. Since you were once some of our closest and most trusted commanders, we will give you ten minutes to make it down the hall instead of the usual seven. Ready men?” Matlock shouted after explaining the game. “Oh, and one more thing,” Matlock turned to Hunter and Reese before nodding to his sons, who tightened the reigns on their collars. Matlock then opened the box and, with a sharp needle, dipped into the black Inland Taipain poison and pressed the needle into their necks. Because it was such a small drop, it would prolong the suffering, but the side effects would be tripled.

“Your time starts… now,” he said, closing the box.

The twins released Hunter and Reese from their clutches, and they started to crawl down the hallway. They were both lightheaded from lack of food and water, dizzy, and feeling like they weighed a million pounds. Every breath they took was painful.

They made it three feet before a man with a bat swung down and hit both of them on their backs, sending them to the ground. Another came over with a whip and slashed their bare legs. The men were yelling at them to get up and calling them every name in the book, spitting on them.

They were kicked, punched, whipped, and hit with various weapons. And that was only within the first twenty feet. The poison in their bodies made the bleeding worse; a large red streak of blood followed their slow crawls. The hallway soon started to smell of that familiar copper as their lifeforce slowly faded away.

“Times up!” Matlock yelled as his watch dinged. “Well, you didn’t make it to the end. Pathetic. But you knew you were never getting out of here alive. This game is always rigged in the house’s favor. Let this be a lesson for all of you. You cross us, and you will meet the same fate. Gentlemen, finish them off. Make sure there is no trace of them left, and make sure it hurts.” And with that final note, Matlock turned and returned to the interrogation room.

The army of men descended on the treacherous leeches. Their final screams were cut short as their bodies were crushed and their throats slit moments before the final poison reached their hearts. The men continued to dismember them, taking great pride in destroying those who would wish to cause so much harm to their blood brothers.

It is about nine a.m. now, and Asher checks his phone as they pack up and head upstairs to their legitimate offices. He begins to chuckle darkly as his phone continues to ping, and he responds quickly.
“What’s so funny?” Zion asks his twin, trying to look over his shoulder.

“Our princess is awake and being bold this morning. She is being a little brat, and it’s cute, just like how red her backside is going to be when we get home,” Asher responded.

Once they enter Matlock’s office, he asks to see Asher’s phone. The three of them read the banter together, and all chuckle.

Little Dove: So what would you do if I say, opened up the window, scaled down the side of the house, and went frolicking in the gardens without supervision?
Asher: I would take you over my knee and deliver spankings while playing with your sweet little clit, but not letting you come.
Little Dove: You can do better than that buttercup!
Asher: Excuse me? That is more than a fitting punishment now. When you keep talking shit, then you get the gag.
Little Dove: Ooo, I’m so scared!
Asher: You should be.
Little Dove: That was sarcastic, Papa Bear.
Asher: No shit, Sherlock!
Little Dove: Pretty sure even Sherlock took a shit, Vanilla Slice.
Asher: Okay.
Little Dove: Really? Giving up already? Where’s the big bad alpha, Dom?
Asher: Nope. Big bad alpha is sitting back, letting you run your mouth, keeping score.
Little Dove: I’ll run my mouth all over your cock, then will walk away; how’s that for a score, yogi bear?
Asher: You won’t walk away till I say so, little girl.
Little Dove: You forget that I don’t take orders very well, SISTER!
Asher: I’ll make you stay. You’re treading on thin ice.
Little Dove: How do you plan to do that? Your little rope tricks are only great for tea parties, old man!
Asher: Watch your tone, Sophie. I will get you when we come home.
Little Dove: Got to catch me first.
Asher: You run; I’ll catch you. We always do.
Little Dove: Yeah, yeah. You know I love the game of chase. The only way to stop me is to pin me against the wall. I like fine art, and it’s where I belong.
Asher: Now that we can agree on. I’ll stare at you all day. Especially naked
Asher: You know, running will lead to a whole new game… one you will not be able to win.
Little Dove: Oh yeah? Like what? Is it bingo?
Asher: Your ass is mine, little dove.
Little Dove: Well, if it involves your hand on my ass, then I’ll happily accept.
Asher: What about my hand anywhere else
Little Dove: Dammit. I don’t have a snappy comeback for this.
Asher: Well, Damn, baby. What do I win?
Little Dove: A lollipop and a good “fuck you!”
Asher: Wow, I get both?
Little Dove: Yep! I’m such a generous submissive.
Asher: So when can I claim my prize?
Little Dove: On the corner of “It’s called” and “a stroker.”
Asher: Now, now, that is not very nice.
Little Dove: You’re right. It would be best if you were nice to me.
Asher: You are not being very nice, darling. Do you need a reminder of who is in charge?
Little Dove: Don’t you remember, I don’t give two fucks? And because you love me, you are going to let this slide.
Asher: I don’t think so, sweetheart. And you gave more than two fucks last night. More like ten fucks…
Little Dove: I’ll give a BJ!
Asher: Yeah? When and where, baby cakes?
Little Dove: Whoops, typo. I meant PBJ. I like the strawberry jam the best. I’ll make sure to cut the crust off and everything. Good boy!
Asher: Did you just? I have one way you can make up for such naughty behavior…
Little Dove: I do, too. It’s called a spa day. See you soon!

“Damn, she is snappy today,” Zion continued to chuckle at the banter.

“Yeah, she is. It’s good to have her home,” Matlock agreed just as his phone pinged with a message he was very happy to see.

Zach: Found the Brutius Grandfather. Will proceed with interrogation to find the Uncle.
Matlock: Make it hurt.
Zach: Our specialty!