Post by Deleted on Jan 13, 2015 16:24:47 GMT -5
BB finished inside of Céline's intestinal hole before putting his junk back into his pants and kicking her down to the ground. He wouldn't risk doing her in the babymaker as he didn't want her to die of pregnancy. He knew that she was used to getting it in the stinkhole, even before all this shit happened. Models probably all took it in the pooper by their pretty boy boyfriends to avoid pregnancy. That would mean the end of their careers and imagine them having to go one day without being to able to look down on regular folk like him! The horror!
But this little bitch was his, and her behavior had improved ever since the world got fucked. She had given up trying to escape after he sliced the throat of the like 50th would-be savior who tried to free her in front of her nose. Being responsible for so many deaths had probably made her more docile, and had made her realize that escaping from him would be futile.
"Clean yourself up, then get rid of the rotter guts on the van." BB ordered Céline. "I got work to do."
BB had joined up with a band of like-minded people under the leadership of a guy called Adolphus. BB himself had no real purpose other than staying alive and getting to see Céline that he was the right man for her, but this Adolphus guy was hellbent on finding some people. And BB being a pilot had gotten him in Adolphus' good graces. Once they found a working chopper they could do some real damage.
But at this time they found themselves in some gnarly old gas station somewhere near the New Mexico-Colorado border. They intercepted some group earlier in the day that appeared to be coming from over the Colorado border which meant they were shit out of luck since it seemed Uncle Adolph's friends were heading that way too. In all likeness, this group had encountered them, maybe even met them. They had also heard whispers about a settlement in Colorado. Chances were that it was real and that Adolphus' friends were heading there.
It was BB's job to find out what they knew. Oh how he lived for this sort of thing! He thrived in the world the way it was now, and he had finally found something else he was good in other than flying helicopters and killing people. What fun!
He walked over to the five captives who were bound and put neatly next to eachother on their knees, guarded by the other henchmen. Time for BB to get to work. He put on his balaclava with the skull painted on it and walker over.
"Good afternoon everyone!" BB said. "I'm not gonna bother telling you my name since it would most probably twist your tongue, and your gonna need it to talk. The others call me BB, but don't let my funny sounding name fool you, because at this moment I'm quite serious! How serious you might think? Well, this serious!"
BB walked over to the far right captive of the five, got out his SIG Sauer P226 handgun out of the holster and flatout shot the captive man through the head. The other captives let out some yells of horror and tried crawling away from the recently deceased. As the henchmen put them back in place, some of the remaining captives got tears in their eyes. BB himself smiled underneath his skullmask as he holstered his gun back.
"Lucky fucking bastard!" BB continued. "But let's not get hung up on this lucky fuck. I'm not done introducing myself yet! See, I come from a little country in Europe and I'm keen on sharing some of its history with you!"
BB waved his hand and gestured one of the henchmen to bring forth something. As soon as he did, one of the henchman rolled up a big cartwheel. Seeing the confusion and fear in the captives' eyes just made BB more excited.
"See my country had a lot of highwaymen and bush robbers in the 18th century." BB said. "Most of them were assholes, but some of them were revered as folk heroes and people went far out of their way to protect them, sometimes even sacrificing themselves so that these men could live. Unfortunately for those people however, these heroes all ended up the same; on a wheel like this."
BB walked over to the cartwheel and leaned on it with one hand. It was in fairly good condition despite the current state of the world, and would serve its purpose he intended for it.
"This is a cartwheel." BB continued. "Commonly used in the 18th century as a breaking wheel. You might also know it as the Catherine wheel or simply 'the wheel'. Victims would be strapped on it and be bludgeoned to death on it, assuming they were given a final blow. But there are also recorded cases of people living up to four days and nights after it before finally succumbing to their wounds! Amazing isn't it?"
BB glanced at the wheel and rubbed over it. He was keen on using it and test the theory written down in the history books. But he had orders from Uncle Adolph only to use the wheel if the captives didn't want to talk and even though it'd be great to get things moving along and finding the people Adolphus was after so everyone could move on with their lives, he hoped at least a couple of the captives would keep their mouth shut so he could break them on the wheel.
"Now it's time to get serious again!" BB said. "Good news is I'm not gonna waste any more bullets on you folks, so that means I can't use my gun anymore. Bad news is my boss needs me to find out some things from you people, and considering this wheel's the only thing in the vicinity... well I guess you guys know where this is going."
BB looked at the captives. Two men and two women were left. It was hard to tell which one was going to break first. Well figuratively speaking that is. Anyone of them could be first to be broken literally. He paced up and down in front of them as he asked his questions.
"So here's what I wanna know." BB said. "Word around town is there's some kind of settlement in the Rockies. Given their proximity to this place, I'm inclined to think you folks know something about it. Also; some very mean people hurt my boss's feelings and we got it on good authority they might be looking for this Shangri-La in the Rocky Mountains. So by all means, fire away folks!"
BB waited for one of them to speak up. Much to his delight, the captives kept their mouth shut. He clapped his hands together and rubbed them together.
"You folks just made my day!" BB continued. "See the boss told me to use this wheel to scare you into talking, unless you all kept your mouths shut; then he said I could put history to the test! Thank you!"
BB gave one of the henchmen a nod, to which one of the male captives was grabbed and attached to the cartwheel. BB picked up a steel rod and let it rest on his shoulder.
"You folks are about to witness history!" BB said. "And should you change your mind during the demonstration please hold your silence until it's over! I do hate to be interrupted!"
BB took a firm grip on the steel rod and bashed the captive man's right arm, breaking his ulna and his humerus. His victim cried out in pain and agony as his bones were broken.
"We start out with the upper limbs." BB said before doing the same to the man's left arm.
Continuous screaming filled the air. Bit louder that BB had anticipated. The man's screams actually hurt his ears. BB waited for a while before continuing on to the lower limbs.
"Next up are the lower limbs!" BB continued, and bashed the man's tibia and femur on both sides.
Once more the captive screamed his lungs out. BB was actually kind of impressed that the man hadn't passed out yet.
"Notice how I have given eight blows at this point." BB said. "Traditionally nine blows were given, with a final blow in the heart area."
BB closed in to his victim's face and by now could smell the blood on him. He got a firmer grip on the steel rod and leaned in for one last message to his dying victim.
"Bet you wished you spoke up by now huh? Hope your friends have some more common sense as you!" BB said.
"Go... f... fu... fuck yourself." The captive said in a final moment of courage and defiance.
"No thanks, got my lady waiting." BB replied. "But I'll be sure to cut off your dick and shoving it up your ass before turning you into some roadside artwork."
Having said that, BB dealt the final blow. His victim coughed up blood before finally dying a painful agonizing death. BB pointed at the next victim, a woman this time. But by the time one of the henchmen had grabbed the woman, the other captive man spoke up.
"Bear Lake in Colorado!" The man yelled. "It's in Bear Lake Colorado!"
"Marshall, you fucking coward, shut up!" The woman yelled in response.
"Fuck you Daisy! I sure as shit ain't dying on no wheel for that scarred bitch and that old bald fuck and the rest of those Council fuckwits!"
BB was disappointed it only took one demonstration of the breaking wheel, but relieved that he got the information they needed at the same time. Adolphus was going to be happy.
"Bear Lake Colorado huh?" BB said. "Interesting. Alright you little snitch, you get to meet the big guy."
BB grabbed the man and dragged him on his feet before throwing him down again. Time to bring this pathetic excuse of a man to Adolphus.
"What about the women?" One of the henchmen asked.
BB grinned underneath his mask.
"Go nuts."
He then grabbed the male captive again and dragged him inside the garage area to where Adolphus was residing, throwing him on the floor in front of the big boss's feet.
"Got one piggy ready to squeal boss." BB said. "He's all yours."
Meanwhile outside, Céline had seen BB go to work on the captives and tried controlling her tears as she cleaned up BB's van. Why did she allow herself to continue on like this? Why did she allow herself to witness with this sort of violence on a daily base? These weren't men anymore, they were monsters. And she was a slave to the worst of them. But it kept her alive.
"Please God... Just... let it end one day. Let my suffering not be in vain. Please just... send someone. Someone stronger..."