Complete darkness filled the eerie room. A light flickered in the corner and that meant it was morning. Time for another day of suffering.
My hands and legs were still completely stuck to the chair, and Stewart was opposite me. Both of us were bruised and battered but it was clear to me that Stewart was really struggling now.
The door slowly opened and a beam of light emerged. We were both gagged but Johnny entered and removed them both. We struggled for oxygen desperately.
“When are you going to let this finally end?”
“When I see fit. The boss wanted complete and total punishment. He demanded complete and total destruction of you both physically and mentally. How does it feel knowing that you won't be competing in that beloved ring of yours for an excruciating amount of time?”
“Numbing. What does it matter though? Do I look like a man who hasn't come to terms with the idea of death? The reason I am not a faithful man is because I know what becomes of us when we die. We just simply become the meat of those that live below. Moles and worms and other vermin. We don't get sent off in a box to some heavenly castle to stand along side god. We are not reincarnated into another type of animal so that we can live as a spider or a dog. Although, then again, when I think about it... maybe we are reincarnated, I mean that's what you've become after all isn't it? Nothing more than a lap dog for some high up boss who probably has it in for me for a mistake I made years and years ago. Revenge is the most bitter thing.”
“Oh but on the contrary. Revenge shall leave the sweetest taste in my mouth and my boss'. You might continue to torment me in order for me to end it right now but it shall not work. The pair of you deserve more suffering than a simple death.”
Stewart then began to speak. He struggled, it was more of a whimper than a rant.
“And what has become of you Johnny. Why are YOU doing this? Are you doing this to get back at Steve? Do you hate me? Because it seems that in this world all that you want to inflict is pain, tragedy and despair. Yet where will that get you? This man beside me has become one of the greatest men on this planet. And do you know why? Because he moved on from the pain and tragedy that suffocated his life. He did what he had to do. And he will continue to do that....”
“SHUT YOUR CUNT MOUTH.”
“Hahahaha. The words of a coward.”
“I mean it.”
“Amongst all of the flames that he has fought upon he went from becoming the most torturous of villains to the most sinless of heroes. YOU MUST SEE THAT. You must allow us to live freely because if this man suffers anymore pain I fear that there will be no coming back.”
“There is no coming back. Not for you and not for him. The end is near, once you have both suffered enough.”
“And when shall that be? I am not suffering, I am merely accepting. Every ounce of pain you inflict on us is just one more step to the finale that we are all waiting for. Do you think that we didn't learn how to die a long time ago? Stewart's lost more than you can ever love.”
“And what of you?”
“I lost my entire family the day that I was born. There is nothing more to lose.”
“Perhaps your new family?”
Johnny swung a forearm, cracking Stewart on the side of the head, sending him and his chair to the ground. Blood oozed from his eye. Stewart managed to summon a whimper.
“You could be so much more, than a coward who attacks a weakened, tied up old man.”
Stewart shut his eyes and lay there.
“NO!”
“Steve, I could kill him right here right now. Just to watch you suffer... but is it time? Perhaps I will just see if he can make it, lying there like that...”
“What angers me more than anything is the sickening smile on that twisted face of yours.”
Johnny crouched down to my level and looked directly in my burning eyes. Sweat dripped down my face, and I still struggled for air.
“I'm always smiling now Steve. Because I know that every day I am allowed to inflict pain on those who deserve it. You two may believe that I am the villain and that you two are the heroes... Well there is good and evil in every man. You are the personification of that... Me, I am the justice out of justice. The justice that doesn't believe in the law. Chaos surrounds us and do you think that these men in suits can truly decide on punishments fairly? That's all they are, suits, trapped in the business world. I am on your level. Corrupt.”
“Doing someone else's work? Even to a man like me. That's cold. A man like me who has murdered his own Father. I have had the most spine chilling experiences and yet why is it that doing the dirty work of a coward who refuses to even show his face seems okay to you. Oh I know how to work as a part of team but you aren't no team member, you're just the scum on his boot that he uses to do his dirty work. I wonder how it feels to be almost at the bottom of the barrel, just one step above those weak henchmen of yours.”
“The bottom of the barrel aye Steve? That sounds like your wrestling career? Tell me what is it exactly that you have achieved.”
“I'm a 24/7 briefcase holder.”
“You are? Or you were? I don't see no mother fucking brief case in your dirty mother fucking hands, do you?!”
Steve just smiled.
“Wipe that smug grin off your fucking face. YOU LOT! Get in here and feed these cunts.”
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