Blood Series: Yellow - Chapter Eight
“I know that you are a spy for Nikole. Tell me where she is staying, and I will kill you swiftly, without torture,” Leigh said to the man who was strapped to her table. She ran the knife up his legs; cutting his flesh and watching the muscle become exposed as the blood rolled down his olive skin.
“You will have to torture me; I won’t give up the princess.” The man screamed as the knife dug through his muscle and scraped along the bones. The pain was soaring through his body as the pressure that she was applying on his open flesh built.
“Bring me the torch,” Leigh commanded her Lieutenant as she brought the bloody knife over his hipbone and up the side of his stomach. “Shall I just gut you now? We could hang your intestines up over your head, and you can watch as your insides drip all over your dying body.”
She watched as his face drained of color. Perfect…just what she wanted. She took his hand into hers and slowly ran her nails over his skin. She looked over at her Lieutenant as he brought the torch back into the room. He handed it to her as she moved back to her victim’s feet.
“One last time, tell me what I want, or you will not be identifiable.” She moved the torch to his leg; the flesh started to burn as she placed it along the severed skin. He started to screech as his wounds began to burn deep, the fire touching through to his bones. The man’s face paled as the pain pushed him over the edge into unconsciousness.
“Stay with me now. You won’t be getting out of this so easily.” Leigh signaled for her medic to come and revive her prisoner. She stepped back next to her abb and watched as the medic revived her captive.
“He probably doesn’t know anything.” Haydar said to her while the medic first tried smelling salts to bring him back from the unconscious state.
“Probably, but there is no harm in playing for a while. When we drop his body off at the mansion for them to find, I want them to know I’m not someone to be taken lightly.” Leigh looked to her abb as a smile crossed her face. “I want my bent amty to know that I will be taking her down, and there is no one under her command to stop me.”
Haydar and Leigh’s conversation was interrupted by the abrupt and sudden screams from the victim. The medic had administered a shot of adrenaline to the heart and now it was time for Leigh to continue her fun.
“Tell me where Nikole is hiding out, and I’ll cut your throat, and you will be free of this pain,” Leigh said again as her blade tip ran along the man’s skin around his neck. All he could do was scream from the pain. She leaned over and licked the salty tears from his face. She let a low purring noise out when the man whimpered more under her control.
“The taste of fear, there is no greater treat. Bring me my cutting knives.” She took his hand into hers and started counting the knuckles. “One, two, three, four, you don’t really need these; you’ll be dead anyway. Five, six, seven, ah, thank you for my knives,” she said to the man who handed her the yellow leather pouch. She placed the man’s hand back on the table and pulled out her knife. How perfectly it fit in her hand. Pressing the blade down on the first knuckle of his thumb, she applied pressure as the knuckle cracked, and then was severed from his hand.
“STOP, PLEASE STOP!” the man cried out as she moved to the first knuckle of his index finger on his left hand. “I don’t know. I swear I don’t know!!” he cried again over and over.
“I told you there is only one way to stop this, give me the location!” She sliced off the second knuckle.
The man’s hand was trembling and his body shook. The exposed bone and the blood pouring from his hand caused Leigh to smile with excitement. “I love it when they are bleeders.” She reached over to the torch lying between his legs and brought it to his bloody fingers. Leigh pressed the flame to his exposed flesh, making him screamed until his heart stopped. His eyes stilled and his voice silenced. She dropped his hand and passed the torch off to one of her men.
“See that his body is delivered to the mansion with a note to Nikole. If she wants this to stop, she is to surrender herself and the crown. With Zayn away, she needs to declare us the rightful rulers.”
Haydar looked over his bent and the work she had taken great pleasure in doing. He was proud of how she handled herself. His sons would have fucked that up. They’d have been useless, and his team was better without them around causing issues.
“Leigh, I think it’s time that we plan our attacks. Let’s have everyone meet tomorrow morning in the hall. We need to strike them while Zayn is still missing. That is their most exposed weakness, the lack of a leader. We know Nikole isn’t able to command the forces like you, so we should be able to take them out swiftly.”
Leigh turned to her abb with her eyes glowing in excitement. “Agreed, I’ll make the announcement now. We will meet at noon and devise a plan.” She turned and started to leave the room. She needed to find Jonothon. The smell of blood and burning flesh had gotten to her. She was hungry and needed to feed. She pulled her phone out and sent him a text message, “Be home in twenty.” She knew he’d be here. He never missed an opportunity to feed.
“Be careful what you are doing,” Haydar said, breaking the silence in the hallway as she walked though.
“What are you talking about, Baba?”
“You are going to him again. I can tell. You are forming a bond and that will get you killed. Remember, families and loved ones are a weakness. You start having feelings, and you will have a very exposed weakness.”
Leigh turned around and looked her at her abb. He was intimidating to most, but not to her. “I don’t know what you are talking about. I’m not going to see him.”
“You might fool the others, but I know that look. Your omm had that look. Just be smart, Leigh. Don’t be the thirdchild to let me down.”
“I’m nothing like Omm; she loved Derrik and coddled him when he was younger. That’s why he was stupid and was so easy to be killed.
“Your omm was very much like you, you just didn’t take the time to notice. But that is a discussion for another day. Be careful, bent. I warn you, he will be your demise.”