The family that preys together…- 4

“Come on, you can scream louder than that,” Bryant growled. “You certainly let your voice be heard during the movie. Now shall we try again?”

Crispin watched in fascination as Bryant pressed the taser to the young man’s other nipple. He was always amazed at his brother’s abilities to cause intense pain to their victims without allowing them to pass out.

The shriek echoed through the basement as their victim’s body arced so hard his feet lifted off the floor for a moment. “Why?” he cried out when he could do something other than scream.

“Because it’s fun,” Bryant replied. “Because you were a pest who destroyed our enjoyment of the movie. Because,” he added angrily, “you are a waste of good upbringing, assuming you even had that, college boy. Didn’t your mother ever tell you to wash your hands before leaving a bathroom?”

Crispin pushed off the wall to walk over to them, stopping at the workbench first. “I don’t think he’ll have that problem after tonight. It’s hard to wash what you don’t have.” He looked at Bryant, asking, “Are you finished yet?”

Without replying Bryant pressed the taser to the crotch of the young man’s jeans, upping the voltage as he did. “Damn, a bit too much,” he muttered when the resulting scream ended suddenly as his victim passed out.

“Oh well, we’ve got all night,” Crispin said with a shrug. “Want a beer while we wait?”

Several minutes later they heard a low moan and went to check on the young man. “I do believe the college boy is with us again.” Bryant smiled viciously. “Now, as you were saying, Spin…”

“Ah yes, about unwashed hands.” Crispin tossed the wicked looking knife he held between his hands. “Let me cut him down and do something about them. Or, kill two birds with one stone.” He gripped the knife tightly and with two hard strokes freed the young man from his bonds by severing his wrists just below the rope that was holding him suspended.

Their victim fell, a look of horror on his face as he stared at the two bleeding stumps. “Why?” he moaned as the blood poured out, pooling on the large tarp underneath him.

“Because we can,” Bryant replied with a smirk as he watched the life slowly drain from their victim’s body.