I enter Snake's cell and pull him out by the rope that is tying his wrists together before I hook him up to the ceiling. Once he's hooked up, Blade hits the button on the wall, which lifts him into the air, leaving him with just his tiptoes on the floor. Backing away from Snake, I can't help the chuckle that escapes; he looks terrified. He knows he's not getting out of this alive. He's a Devil's Inferno traitor, and we don't take kindly to traitors. He's also got to have realized Cam would have talked, and we know everything he's done.
Standing against the wall, I watch Blade walk over to the work table, where he's obviously put the new knives he wants to test out. I can't hear what he's saying, but he seems to be talking to his damn knives. I swear he’s fucking crazy. Who the hell talks to their damn weapons?
Blade picks up a knife, walks over to Snake, and quickly cuts away all his outer clothing, leaving him just hanging there in his underwear. Snake isn't gagged, but he hasn't said a word. I can't blame him; he's currently strung up with both Enforcers here to work him over. He's got to be fucking terrified of what we're going to do to him.
"Now, Snakey Boy, where shall we start? We both know you're going to tell us everything, but you need a little pain after putting your hands on our newly found Prince. So where, oh, where shall I start?”Blade sounds ecstatic.
Blade takes his knife, places it at the top of Snake's leg, and slowly presses down, stabbing him before pulling it down,cutting into him as well. Snake starts to scream, and I can't really blame him; that's got to hurt.
“Now Snake, what've you been telling your brother and his bitch of a girlfriend?”Blade asks while spinning his knife in his hand.
The blood at the end splatters around the room with each spin. Snake doesn't speak, just keeps staring ahead. He obviously has something to prove.
Blade just laughs and repeats the same move on Snake's other leg. Then he plunges the knife into his gut. There's no doubt that Blade is missing everything vital, as he knows exactly where to put his knives to cause either damage or death.
"Now, are you going to tell us?”Blade asks, losing all the humor in his voice.
“Why would I tell you anything when you're just going to kill me anyway?"Snake replies with defiance in his eyes.
“Well, that's easy because if you answer our questions, we'll kill you quickly. You don't answer, and we'll drag this out and make it as painful as we possibly can.”Blade snarls, takes his knife, and plunges it back into Snake’s gut, just above the last wound. Snake does cry out this time.
“Hey Flame, want to come and do something to stop this bleeding? We wouldn't want our friend here bleeding out now, would we?”Blade asks with a gleam in his eye. He’s done this exact thing before, so I know exactly what it is he has in mind right now.
Walking over, I pull out my trademark lighter, flicking it on in front of Snake’s face.
“Which one needs doing first?”I ask Blade.
“Hmmm…the top one seems to be bleeding the worst out of the two.”Blade states.
I flick my lighter on and hold it over the stab wound; all I can smell is burning flesh. With my lighter directly over his wound, it cauterizes. Snake screams before he passes out from the pain.
“Pussy.”Blade says as he walks away to grab some water to throw over our guest to wake him.
Walking back with a bottle of water, he uncaps it and throws it in Snake's face. He comes to with a splutter.
"Now, are you going to talk?”I ask him.
“Yes, I'll tell you everything,”Snake tells us, sweat pouring down his body. He's clearly in a lot of pain. Good.
“I joined Devil's Inferno originally just to be part of the club; I had no ulterior motive. Four years ago, my brother started seeing this chick. I thought nothing of it at first. Yeah, my brother's a dealer, but he's a good guy, a good brother. He seemed happy and in love with her. When I met her, I was immediately taken in by her beauty. She got this sort of gleam in her eye when she saw me in my kutte, but I ignored it; she was my brother's woman. Anyway, we got talking, and they asked me to be there inside, man. They told me her story, about how you all murdered her dad for no reason, and I knew I had to help her.”Snake starts to explain.
I can't help the laughter I release. They fucking played him like a fiddle.
“Did you ever think to fact-check her story?”I ask sarcastically.
"No, why would I? Why would she lie to me? There was no reason for it. Anyway, I did what they wanted, I found out whatever they needed, or at least tried to. I was happy to do it. What my brother didn't know was that we had been seeing each other behind his back for the past three years. I couldn't help but fall for her after I found out what she'd survived at all your hands. I'd have done anything for her.”He sounds like a love-sick fool.
“What about Cam?”I ask.
“Oh, that winey piece of shit. He's Claire's personal punching bag. She hates the little fucker, not only for looking exactly like his father but also because he was born. She didn't realize she was pregnant with him until it was too late. She only kept him in the end because she knew he'd be a great weapon to use against Wrath. She even let me vent my anger on him sometimes, and it was fucking fantastic.”He tells us.
“Anything else?”Blade asks while moving towards the switch that will lower Snake back down.
“No, just that you'll regret killing her dad in the past and me now. She's coming for you. Everything I've done will be worth it to give her the revenge she seeks.”He laughs.
Blade hits the switch and quickly moves behind Snake. As soon as he's low enough, he slits his throat with no hesitation. Snake gurgles out his last breath, and then he's just hanging there, his lifeless eyes wide with shock.
“Leave him there for now,”I tell Blade.“It’ll give Spot something to think about when he wakes up.”
