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brothels?”
“I bet your wife secretly loved it in there. Alex said she was a slag.”
When he started to laugh Ryan grasped the second gold tooth with the pliers and viciously twisted, causing him as much pain as possible. Gavin screamed and kicked, his legs flailing uselessly.
“Make all the noise you want, no one can hear you,” said Ryan as he ripped the tooth from the man’s head. He pulled on a latex glove and shoved his fingers into the gaping holes, sending Gavin into a fresh bout of screaming. Ryan followed this up by punching him twice in the face, bouncing his head off the gurney.
“If you don’t start telling me something useful the next time I pull a tooth I’ll make sure some of your jaw comes away with it. Now start fucking talking,” Ryan yelled.
“He…he has two more,” Gavin panted, struggling to catch his breath, lisping slightly. He screwed his eyes tight shut. “Jesus it hurts.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know.”
This time Ryan went for the fingernails on Gavin’s right hand, tearing three of them out with the pliers in quick succession. As Gavin released another scream he dropped the bloodied nails down his throat and clamped his hand over his mouth so he couldn’t spit them out.
“Swallow them,” Ryan told him.
Gavin looked up at him with pleading, bulging eyes.
Ryan put down the pliers and placed his other hand over Gavin’s nose, cutting off his air supply. Gavin was left with no choice but to swallow, grimacing as the nails scratched his throat on the way down.
“Where are the brothels?” bellowed Ryan, his whole body shaking. He had thought the violence would salve his anger but on the contrary it was only making it worse and it was taking all of his willpower to stop himself from killing the man.
Gavin rhymed off two addresses that Jez hastily scribbled down.
“That’s it?” said Ryan.
Nervously Gavin eyed the pliers lying next to his head. “That’s it, honestly.”
He physically jumped when Ryan made a sudden movement, relief washing over him when he pulled a photograph out of his jean’s pocket.
“Do you know this woman?” said Ryan, holding it up with bloodied fingers.
Gavin squinted to see, sweat running into his eyes, making them sting. “She looks familiar.”
“She was at the brothel Rachel was taken to. Alex murdered her sister, Laila.”
“Sabine,” exclaimed Gavin, now eager to please.
“Apparently she was sold to someone else. Do you know who?”
“Vladimir Vasilyev, he has his own brothel, low class. It’s really scummy. He’s the one with the contacts abroad that procure the women for Alex.”
Jez made a note of the address Gavin gave them. He studied the paper, committing the addresses to memory before destroying it.
“I don’t know anything else. Will you let me go now?”
Ryan glared down at him, face as hard as marble and Gavin felt his bowels loosen.
“Untie him,” said Ryan.
“Are you serious?” spluttered Frankie.
Ryan ignored him. “Untie him,” he repeated in a voice it was impossible to disobey.
Mikey and Jez untied the man and he rolled off the gurney and hit the floor hard. He dragged himself upright, repeating the words thank you over and over.
They all watched as Gavin limped as quickly as he could towards the door, their eyes constantly flicking between him and Ryan.
“You’re not letting him go,” roared Frankie, throwing his hands into the air.
Mikey and Jez started to protest too but Ryan ignored them all, able to see nothing but Rachel lying on the floor of that warehouse, almost battered to death, her throat cut. Then he saw his kids crying after only just escaping from the fire with their lives.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
Ryan’s voice cut through the noise of the other men’s chatter, instantly silencing them.
Gavin stopped and turned, eyes wide and scared. “But I told you what you wanted to know.”
“You nearly killed my whole family. Did you seriously
“I bet your wife secretly loved it in there. Alex said she was a slag.”
When he started to laugh Ryan grasped the second gold tooth with the pliers and viciously twisted, causing him as much pain as possible. Gavin screamed and kicked, his legs flailing uselessly.
“Make all the noise you want, no one can hear you,” said Ryan as he ripped the tooth from the man’s head. He pulled on a latex glove and shoved his fingers into the gaping holes, sending Gavin into a fresh bout of screaming. Ryan followed this up by punching him twice in the face, bouncing his head off the gurney.
“If you don’t start telling me something useful the next time I pull a tooth I’ll make sure some of your jaw comes away with it. Now start fucking talking,” Ryan yelled.
“He…he has two more,” Gavin panted, struggling to catch his breath, lisping slightly. He screwed his eyes tight shut. “Jesus it hurts.”
“Where are they?”
“I don’t know.”
This time Ryan went for the fingernails on Gavin’s right hand, tearing three of them out with the pliers in quick succession. As Gavin released another scream he dropped the bloodied nails down his throat and clamped his hand over his mouth so he couldn’t spit them out.
“Swallow them,” Ryan told him.
Gavin looked up at him with pleading, bulging eyes.
Ryan put down the pliers and placed his other hand over Gavin’s nose, cutting off his air supply. Gavin was left with no choice but to swallow, grimacing as the nails scratched his throat on the way down.
“Where are the brothels?” bellowed Ryan, his whole body shaking. He had thought the violence would salve his anger but on the contrary it was only making it worse and it was taking all of his willpower to stop himself from killing the man.
Gavin rhymed off two addresses that Jez hastily scribbled down.
“That’s it?” said Ryan.
Nervously Gavin eyed the pliers lying next to his head. “That’s it, honestly.”
He physically jumped when Ryan made a sudden movement, relief washing over him when he pulled a photograph out of his jean’s pocket.
“Do you know this woman?” said Ryan, holding it up with bloodied fingers.
Gavin squinted to see, sweat running into his eyes, making them sting. “She looks familiar.”
“She was at the brothel Rachel was taken to. Alex murdered her sister, Laila.”
“Sabine,” exclaimed Gavin, now eager to please.
“Apparently she was sold to someone else. Do you know who?”
“Vladimir Vasilyev, he has his own brothel, low class. It’s really scummy. He’s the one with the contacts abroad that procure the women for Alex.”
Jez made a note of the address Gavin gave them. He studied the paper, committing the addresses to memory before destroying it.
“I don’t know anything else. Will you let me go now?”
Ryan glared down at him, face as hard as marble and Gavin felt his bowels loosen.
“Untie him,” said Ryan.
“Are you serious?” spluttered Frankie.
Ryan ignored him. “Untie him,” he repeated in a voice it was impossible to disobey.
Mikey and Jez untied the man and he rolled off the gurney and hit the floor hard. He dragged himself upright, repeating the words thank you over and over.
They all watched as Gavin limped as quickly as he could towards the door, their eyes constantly flicking between him and Ryan.
“You’re not letting him go,” roared Frankie, throwing his hands into the air.
Mikey and Jez started to protest too but Ryan ignored them all, able to see nothing but Rachel lying on the floor of that warehouse, almost battered to death, her throat cut. Then he saw his kids crying after only just escaping from the fire with their lives.
“I didn’t say you could leave.”
Ryan’s voice cut through the noise of the other men’s chatter, instantly silencing them.
Gavin stopped and turned, eyes wide and scared. “But I told you what you wanted to know.”
“You nearly killed my whole family. Did you seriously
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