Murder For One, Make It For Two

Chapter 7

One of the men took out a stop watch and with a nod from Anthony, he starts it. Anthony rises and removes a pair of pliers from his pocket before facing the man.

"Easy or hard way, I'll let you chose." said Anthony.

"Heh, you won't get anything out of me." laughed Ted.

"Sweet, we get to have some fun then, hard way it is." said Anthony with a menacing grin.

He slams his hand down on Ted's left hand and with the pliers in hand, clamps them down on his index finger, ripping away the entire fingernail and the flesh on top. Ted cries out in agony as Anthony repeats his process, taking his time as he crushes the top of each finger, ripping the nails out with some skin.

By the end it, Ted's entire left hand was missing skin and nails, blood pooling onto the hard wood table. His pinkie and ringer finger had some bone exposed.

"Next hand, ready tough guy?" laughed Anthony.

Ted only gasps in pain but remains silent. Not even waiting an answer, Anthony happily hums to himself as he begins ripping the nails from the right hand.

Some of the men are looking slightly green while Hadrian just watches his son work.

"Oops, took of more than I wanted." chuckled Anthony, holding his bloody pliers up to show that the top area of where the nail was now rested in the tool.

The bone now explosed with some lose muscle, Ted was starting to pick up his breathing.

"How long has it been now?" asked Anthony, placing the pliers down to open the nearby tool box.

"A little more than two minutes." said the man with the stopwatch.

"Ooh, still got thirteen minutes." beamed Anthony.

He pulls out a straight razor and screw driver, walking back over to the Irish mobster.

"Ready for round two?" he asked.

"F-fuck off ya wanker." spat Ted.

The white haired man just shrugs before untying his left hand to pull it across the table more. But before the mobster could pull back, Anthony drives the screwdriver through his hand, pinning it to the table.

He cries out in agony as Anthony examines the straight razor. Once happy with the sharpness, he brings it down over his thumb.

Ted screams, his thumb now rolling away from his hand. Anthony picks it up, tossing it into a bucket nearby.

"Trust me, after this you'll never be trigger happy again." said Anthony with a deranged grin.

He cuts through the next finger, blood splattering on his face a bit as he cuts through the thick bone and meat. Ted is crying by this point as the white haired man holds his index finger, seeing the bone sticking out of the finger.

"You sick fuck, I hope Harry slits your throats and leaves you to rot." gasped Ted.

Anthony looks away from the finger with a smirk.

"Care to share with the class who Harry is?" asked Anthony.

The man goes quiet, apparently in his fit of rage and pain, he let lose a name.

"Is he your boss?" asked Anthony.

"He's your end, ya píosa truflais Iodálach gan spine." said Ted.

The white haired man just stares before spinning the severed finger in his hand and stabbing his eye with it. He howls in pain as the eye pops, blood rushing down his face.