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Shaking my head, I roll my eyes and step closer. Kneeling on one knee, I cock my head to one side while he’s making threats, I can smell the fear coming from him. His body begins to shake, and his teeth clattering.
“Do you know why you’re here, Finn?” I ask calmly.
“My fucking whore wife complaining again?” He spits back.
“Ah, so you have an idea why you’re here. That’s something.” I sarcastically respond, hearing a deep chuckle from behind me. Axe shakes his head.
“What the fuck do you want?”
“What I want is for you never to lay a hand on your wife again, but we both know someone like you can’t control the sickness deep inside you.” My response is blank, causing Finn to still.
Swallowing hard, he remains quiet for the moment.
“You see.” I continue. “We only get called when someone like you manages to avoid justice, when we can all see what a piece of shit you are. We get involved because there’s no rehabilitation for someone like you. No medication, no treatment plan, and certainly no remorse.”
“What, so you’re just gonna kill me?” Finn begins to laugh, his smart-ass comments being used to hide his guilt and fear.
“Yes.” I answer his question bluntly.
“You can’t fucking do that; I have a fucking kid on the way!”
“That’s exactly why we’re doing it. We have no intention of letting your innocent child grow up watching their mother suffer at the hands of her dead-beat husband. That child then grows up thinking that behavior is acceptable, not a fucking chance Finn.”
He begins screaming for help and tugging at the restraints. Rising to my full height, I continue to stare down at him, pitying his pathetic attempts to set himself free. Even with what he knows, he’s shown no remorse, apology, or even a fake promise that he’ll never do it again.
Zoning out, I slowly move towards the tools placed along the worn workbench. Turning back to Finn momentarily, he stills as our eyes meet. The sweat drips from his forehead, and his breathing becomes shallow as the adrenaline begins pumping through his body. My gaze falls to his bruised and grazed knuckles. I blink a couple of times, trying not to allow my own memories to haunt my mind.
“HELP!!! SOMEONE FUCKING HELP!” The pleas continue, but I just shake my head. My attention turns back to the tools laid out in front of me.
“No one can hear you out here.” I say, still making my weapon choice.
“I’ll fucking find you, and I’ll kill you all! I’ll gut you! You won’t get away with this. People will come looking for me.” Finn continues to spit his poison. “You have no idea the people I know!”
Turning on my heels, I hold a large blade between my fingers, allowing the tip of the sharp blade to press into my thumb. I kneel in front of Finn again, allowing the blade to slowly glide across his cheek. Watching with intent as the burning pain rushes through his flesh.
“AH!” he spits out, the blood beginning to trickle down his cheek.
“Really? Well, in that case, maybe we should just let you go?” Another sarcastic remark of mine as Finn’s face begins to contort with uncontrollable rage.
Rising to my feet again, I slam my fist into the side of his head. As the blood flies from his mouth and spatters across the concrete, he stays fixed in the chair. I guess it was a good idea of Jimmy’s to nail it down after all.
“Thing is, Finn, you won’t find us. No one will come looking for you because no one fucking wants you around.” I shrug before delivering another blow to the face. This time I hear a crack as a tooth flies from his mouth along with more blood.
Footsteps coming from the separate room causes me to turn around, observing Axe walking back in, holding the case file in his hands. He shakes his head, reading the same reports I have. Pulling out the photos, he begins to pin them to the wall in front of Finn, images taken over a span of eight years. He displays it for all to see: each brutal attack Sarah received, each cut, each bruise, every stitch she required. He displays it as a sick timeline of abuse, documenting the suffering she endured.
“She knows her fucking place! she’ll never get away, she fucking needs me!”
Continuing his delusional rant, I see movement in my peripheral. Glancing to my right, Jimmy passes me a machete. I lift it towards the light, checking the sharpness of the blade. Finn’s words are caught in his throat as he watches the long blade shimmer slightly.
With the machete over my shoulder, I stride back over to face Finn. His eyes haven’t moved from the machete placed over my right shoulder. Standing before him, I allow the silence to fall over the room before I speak.
“Are you right or left-handed?”
His brow furrows, “What the fuck does that have to do with anything?”
Studying both hands, I examine the scars and bruises that mark his skin. Spotting the deeper colored bruises on his right and how they’re more scarred than the left, I already have my answer.
“Never mind.” Taking a step forward, I slam my left hand down onto his right, holding it in place.
