*Story containes MATURE & EXPLICIT CONTENT*
THIS IS A SEQUEL / PART 2.
Read "Stall" before this book, unless you just like spoiling things for yourself. If that's the case, you do you boo.
"Something can be both delicate and violent"
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Harry lowe...
"Count bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums"
Song: Counting Bodies Like Sheep To the Rhythm Of The War Drums.
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REMINDER: This is a triple update, read chapters 75 & 76 if you haven't yet.
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SERIOUS WARNING:
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This chapter is the main reason for the violence warning on this story. There is graphic descriptive violence in this chapter, and I say that seriously. Including things like dismemberment, disembowlment, torture ect. it's meant to be disturbing, so please heed that warning.
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HARRYSP.O.V:
After I dragged Mick upstairs, me and all of our men moved the pieces of shit that were still alive into the shed next to the house.
We'd opened the large roller door, and the men we'd left with the vans drove them up; parked them facing the shed and had their headlights shining in to light up the shed.
All of our men were gathered, standing around the outside of it, with their arms folded and watching tonight's events so far.
Bob had sat himself on a lawn chair he'd pulled from the van, just outside of the shed and was smoking his cigar like he was sitting at home watching the TV.
We brought in the remainder of David's guys from the van that we'd snatched tonight, all five of them, and had them all lined up on their knees along with the remainder of Jacobs club that weren't killed yet.
We also found the guys that Jacob saw tied up at the club house, a couple had been killed, but they were being kept in one of the bedrooms.
They're all free now, and more than happy to see what's going on right now.
Mick is on his knees, tied up next to Bob though, Bob wanted him to have a front row seat for all of this. So he can watch all of it knowing he's last.
Mick has been seeing all kinds of ghosts tonight, you genuinely saw the blood drain from his face the second he saw Bob — alive.
They all know they're dead men, the most they can do is pray for it to be quick.
They aren't that lucky though.
There's random chains and hooks hanging from the roof in the shed, with pulley systems, I'm assuming it was used to hoist up bikes or whatever else you'd work on in this shed.
