“Slow slicing, what’s that?” asked Arianna scrunching up her nose and looking at both of them.
“Nothing you need to worry your pretty little head about,” Tyson said running his fingers through her hair.
“Okay if you say so, but it sounds gruesome,” Arianna said rubbing her face on Tyson’s rough calloused hand.
“Anna, I want you to work at the Twister later this evening, I’ll have one of the prospects go with you,” he said pulling her to him for a kiss.
“Okay but why do I need someone to go with me?” she asked confused and worried.
“None of our ole ladies or children go anywhere by themselves from here on out until I say fuckin’ different,” Tyson said in a slightly raised voice so the other DLMC members could hear him. “If you can’t be with them bring them here or send someone with them; they started this war and we’re gonna fuckin’ finish it,” said Tyson raising his beer and downing it.
“Anna, when you’re ready to leave just ask one of the prospects to take you, I’ll be out back with Ivan,” said Tyson kissing her once more before leaving the love of his life’s side.
Chapter Three Hundred Two
“They just pulled in, boss, I’ll go get everything set up,” Ivan said giggling like a little kid standing in Tyson’s office doorway.
“You’re gonna have to get out more,” Tyson said looking up from the papers he had strewn all over his desk.
“Dude, it has been awhile,” said Ivan walking away from Tyson’s door shaking his head.
“I’ll be right there, brother,” said Tyson finishing up some paperwork that he had started working on while he awaited the delivery.
On his way out back, Tyson spotted a prospect standing outside smoking, “When you’re done there make sure my ole lady makes it to The Chaotic Twister, anything fuckin happens to her, you deal with me, understand.”
“Yes, sir, completely,” the prospect said carelessly puffing on his cigarette again.
“You better,” Tyson said walking away.
Walking toward the shed, Tyson could hear the muffled screams of the package he had his brothers retrieve. “You didn’t start without me did you Ivan?” Tyson asked opening one of the doors and stepping into Ivan’s Fun House.
“No, sir, just getting everything ready, had to prep the package,” Ivan said locking the last lock that went through the iron shackles that were welded to the executioner’s chair. Shiny knives and straight razors of all shapes and sizes lined the benches on either side of the chair and a bottle of rubbing alcohol, some salt and a bowl of cut up lemons sat on both. “You’re first, boss,” said Ivan handing Tyson a straight razor.
“Uncover his head I want him to see who is his judge, jury and executioner,” Tyson said standing directly in front of the naked man. “Uncover his mouth, he may be willing to try to save his own life by telling us where they are holding Tatianna, if not I wanna hear his fucking screams,” he said.
“Fuck you and your damn club,” said the naked man spitting in the direction of Tyson.
“You really aren’t in a position to fuck anything,” Tyson said making tiny cuts down the man’s arm enjoying every slice.
“Do what you want with me you bunch of little bitches, I’ll never say anything,” the man said watching Ivan carefully and meticulously pick out a small filet knife.
After placing more than a dozen cuts down the man’s arm Tyson poured salt on the cuts then grabbed a sliced lemon and forcefully rubbed each little cut.
The man screamed in pain as Ivan began to delicately slice small sections of skin from his shoulder and upper arm.
“We can stop this any time you’re ready to talk, you fuckin’ pussy ass bitch,” Tyson said slicing across the man’s bare chest.
“Fuck you,” the man said screaming in agony while Ivan poured rubbing alcohol on the areas he had filleted.
Tyson took the razor across the man’s stomach only going deep enough to make him bleed. Ivan had stuck several metal objects in a fire so they could torture this man. They took the metal objects out of the fire and placed them on his skin causing blistering, after the blisters fully formed, they sliced them open and poured alcohol on them or used the salt and lemon. After several hours of torture and the man passing in and out of consciousness, Tyson said to Ivan, “I don’t believe the mother fuckin’ jackass is gonna give up her where about’s.”
“Me neither, Tyson, what do you wanna do with this douche?” asked Ivan holding up the man’s head by his hair.
“Put him in the cage and let the birds pick his fuckin’ bones, then we’ll take what’s left of his body and drop it on their fuckin’ doorstep,” Tyson said looking at the gibbeting cage. “I’m gonna wash up and head to the Twister, drinks are on me when you’re done.”
“I’ll be down as soon as I’m done, I ain’t through playing with this motherfucker,” he said picking up a long slender rod that had small pointy teeth all along its entirety.
“Oh shit, he ain’t gonna piss right in the morning,” Tyson said walking away from the shed laughing.
Chapter Three Hundred Three
“The fuck you mean she didn’t show up?” Tyson yelled into his phone. “I gave that little prick strict orders. He’s not around either? That makes no damn sense,” Tyson roared slamming down his phone. “Gear up, boys, my ole lady is missing and the prospect watching her is too,” Tyson said running out of his office, down the hall and into the common room.
“What do you mean missing, brother?” asked Loco grabbing Tyson by the shoulders and stopping him.
“I mean she was supposed to be escorted to the Twister by one of our prospects and neither fuckin’ one showed up, August,” Tyson said shaking all
