Sixty four

Johnny stares back at me with a look of pure terror in his eyes. I can smell the fear mixed with blood. I walk towards him with a predatory glare.

“ Johnny, Johnny, typical. I should have known you were the traitor.”

“Mmmmm” Johnny wiggles against the ties that bind him. Sweat pours into his eyes. I rip the gray duct tape from his smile and smirk in satisfaction as he screams out in pain. His beard hairs pull along with the tape.

“Bendetto you son of a bitch” Johnny bellows out.

Swiftly I rear back and punch him in the mouth, blood pours out and he spits it back at me.

I grab him up with a fistful of his black curly hair. And bring his ear to my mouth.

“Now you listen to me, you son of a Bitch!” I growl out in frustration. “ One of us is going to walk out of here, the other in little pieces. You can either tell me what I want to know and I will end your miserable existence quickly and painlessly, or option two I take great pleasure in torturing every last drop of informatio