Cason POV

Ian and I had arrived back at the hospital where I was picking up Sam. Once we got off the elevator Ian told me he would be in touch once he heard back from Chase. I nodded and met Sam in the back stairwell.

I could always depend on Sam. He was my Huck (Scandal reference) in which he knew how to make people suffer. Although we were in the security business we were all family. Drew and Paul had been like brothers to him and now knowing that this intruder came in and ripped our brotherhood apart was overwhelming.

"Where is he?"

"In the trunk. I caught him as Peter had a picture of him circulating. He saw me and ran, but I was able to taser him and tie him up."

"What do you want to do with him?" I asked walking down the stairs.

"I think he would be a good candidate for the House of Horrors."

The House of Horrors was an old abandoned barn that Sam would take those that disobeyed the laws and have fun with them mostly on the government's dime. It was located outside of Atlanta and I heard it was like a huge torture chamber.

I met Sam through Drew. They were both ex-military commandos and had served in two wars. They had been childhood friends and Drew brought him into the brotherhood two years ago.

Sam was a contractor for the Feds and was called in every now and again to torture criminals to get information. His tactics at times seem extreme but he was the best.

Sam had actually completed medical school after the military and was also a certified mortician. He said he was always fascinated by the human body and so he completed a residency in general surgery and a fellowship in burn. He never practiced as a doctor because his parents died shortly before he finished and he had never been the same since.

His parents owned a drug store and were shot and killed in an armed robbery gone wrong. From that moment on he became a recluse and went to mortuary school right after their deaths. He didn't really like dealing with people so he became our Enforcer.

Sam and I got in and drove right out the hospital parking lot. I could see where the bomber had torn off a button or two and Sam had scratches on his arm. He was a big guy with a good heart until you crossed the line. The man that was wrapped up in the trunk of the car would realized he made a huge mistake.

"What do you know about our bomber?" I asked.

"He was coming back to finish the job. He wasn't going to come near her on my watch. Peter showed me a picture of the perp right after the explosion. He was also able to dig up the paperwork on him. He is Jamal Young, twenty-five years old, bomb squad graduate two years ago. His bank account all of a sudden is fifty thousand dollars richer as of two days ago."

"Family?" I asked staring out the window.

"He's from the streets of New York. Went to police academy, graduated top of his class. Sister died in car accident four years ago where he moved to Atlanta shortly after. He has a steady girlfriend and child."

"What a waste," I said looking at my phone.

"Can I have him? They were my brothers," Sam said looking at me with pleading eyes.

"I don't want any evidence leading back to us."

"You don't have to worry. They would have to find the body first."

"See if he may have any useful information about Zara or anything else she may be planning."

"No problem boss."

We finally made it to our destination. The old barn was about thirty miles outside of Atlanta down a whiney dirt road. Sam parents actually owned the ten acres the barn was located on so he didn't have to worry about visitors as the property was fenced all around.

Sam stopped the car and we both got out. We headed to the back of the car and Sam opened the trunk. Once it was opened I looked down at the piece of shit, that took my brothers and friends away.

Jamal's hands and feet were tied with a plastic zip tie, his left eye was swelling up and his mouth covered.

"Hello Jamal?" Sam said with a thick voice that hinted that his demise was coming soon.

Jamal turned some with a hard expression. He still had fight left in him and his eyes darted back and forth. He was plotting his escape but unfortunately today would be his last.

I grabbed his feet and Sam grabbed his hands. We carried him inside and tossed him on the ground.

"Are you staying?" Sam asked me as he walked over to a closet and removed an apron.

I looked back and forth between the two men. I had only watched Sam perform a few of his torturous acts in the past in the field but today my soul felt revengeful and I needed to make sure he would pay for his sins.

"I'm staying," I said walking towards him. Sam smiled and passed me a apron and boots.

"These should fit," he said passing me gloves and a face mask. I put them on quickly and headed back to Jamal.

The barn looked like any other barn from the outside except no animals were housed here. Once inside, there were stalls but they were used more for imprisonment of his captives. Hooks and chains hung from the top of platforms and hay covered parts of the floor. A huge fireplace sat to one end of the barn and directly from that, a huge door opened up to a lab that housed his mortuary tools along with other instruments that hung from the wall.

Once he turned on the lights a chill ran through me. I felt as if I was in the Twilight Zone as this was the perfect playground for Charles Manson and Jeffrey Dahmer. It was clean and looking at it, Sam was very meticulous on it's appearance. There wasn't blood stains on the walls or on the ground. He pulled out a tall chair that actually looked like an electric chair.

"Keep an eye on him while I prepare." I nodded and watched as he pulled the chair out and connected it to wires that were hidden in the floors. With a flick of a switch I could see the electricity glow as the power ran through the chair. I looked at Jamal and he was shaking his head.

Sam walked back to his lab and grabbed a long needle and vile. I watched as the clear liquid filled the needle. Jamal started to buck against the ground. He knew what was coming but he had put himself into this position.

"Sit on his feet and I will grab his hands."

I grabbed on to him and watched as Sam penetrated the flesh against his neck. I could hear Jamal pleading for him to stop but it was no good. Moments later the drug was starting to work. He no longer moved as his body went stiff. His eyes bulged as he realized something was happening to him.

"Jamal you are now paralyzed. It won't last long and then the fun will begin."

We lifted Jamal up and put him in the chair. His body was heavy as we moved him and sat him up in the chair. Sam cut his plastic strips and replaced them with the metal fasteners of the chair. Sam pressed a button on the side of the chair and Jamal's head was pushed back as a metal strip came across his forehead and locked his head in place.

Sam and I both walked back as we saw Jamal trying to overcome the paralyzation of his body but the more he fought, the more he started sweating. Sam removed the cloth from his mouth.

"You have been a very bad boy Jamal. You killed not only some very important people but you killed my brothers. Then on top of that you tried to kill a pregnant woman not once but twice in a twenty-four hour period. You killed ten people and that is just unacceptable," Sam said looking directly into Jamal eyes.

Jamal eyes looked straight ahead without blinking. Sam walked over and grabbed two rolling chairs and rolled them over in front of Jamal.

"The drug I gave you should be wearing off soon, so you will feel more like yourself. I want you to feel everything that is going to happen to you."

My phone began to rang. I looked down to see Red, one of my other guys calling. He was assigned to watch Mrs. Harrington, Ian's mom.

I got up and walked over to the door.

"Yeah," I said adjusting the phone to my ear.

"They are ready to release her. The only problem is that we have a tail."

"Use the helicopter and ambulance. We need a distraction. Put Joey on the tail and report back once she is situated. I will call Ian to tell him. I want her delivered safely, no fuck ups."

"Got it!"

I hung up and walked back over to Jamal. Sam had pulled out a small tray that held surgical instruments. There was a small drill with several different attachments.

"My boss here have some questions for you. Based on your answers will determine how this little visit will go. I suggest you be truthful because we hate liars."

"Is your name Jamal?" I asked trying to see if he would answer truthfully. He just stared at me so I pulled out his wallet and showed him his driver's license picture. He moved his head to the side to avoid the question.

"He doesn't want to cooperate," I said looking at Sam. Sam looked at me and passed an I-pad to me. I looked at him and he nodded. On the screen was a little boy and a woman sitting in a living room playing. The little boy looked like Jamal. I looked at Sam. He smiled as he stood there with his arms folded.

I turned the screen over and raised it so he could see it. I turned up the volume and the little boy was talking. Jamal quickly turned as he heard and watched the little boy on the screen.

Tears slowly ran down his eyes as he continued to watch the little boy. He looked at me and turned away.

"No harm will come to them if you tell us what Zara has planned. We know you are working for her. Tell the truth and your family will not be harmed," I said.

"Fuck you," he said slurring his words. Sam pressed a button as I watched Jamal's body shake. He screamed a low scream as he was starting to get his voice back.

"Let's try this again. Tell me what I want to know."

Sam picked up his phone and whispered something and hung up. He picked up the I-pad and a light skinned man walked in. The woman must have known the man as she hugged him. Jamal watched as I saw the muscles in his arm bulge.

"If I'm not mistaken this is Patrick, your bestfriend. From what I can tell he wants Yvette, he wants what you have. Look how Patrick looks at your woman. Do you think Yvette is faithful to you?" Sam said smiling.

Jamal stared at the screen. Moments later, Yvette was on her knees giving Patrick a blowjob. I could see Jamal balling up his fist. Yvette didn't stop there as Patrick fucked her in the mouth, coochie and ended in her ass. I watched as Jamal's neck turned red and the blood vessel in his neck twitched.

"Damn, she fucked him with your five year old in the next room. She didn't even care. He must be real good. You must not be all that Jamal if she fucking another man in your house, in your living room on your couch. Just think that will be your last image of her before you go to sleep. I have more video if you want to see it," Sam said putting the I-pad away.

I let him get his emotions in check. To watch your girlfriend screw another man the way Patrick did it was a shot to the heart. I could tell he was devastated but was trying to reign in his emotions.

"Talk! how do you know Zara?"

"We.. Went to school together."

"Was she the one to tell you to set up the bomb?"

"Yes."

"Why did you do it?"

"For the money."

"So for fifty thousand dollars you bombed the hospital and killed ten people because of Zara."

"She threatened my family."

"What did you do?"

He remained quiet.

"Well?" Sam said putting the drill bit in the drill.

"A couple of years ago I ran drugs for a big time dealer. She wind up working for him and I needed to make some quick money. There was a shootout and the deal went bad. I was caught on tape and she has it. She was going to release the tape to the police and I would have gone down for it. She said if I didn't bomb the hospital she would hurt my family."

"Who was the drug dealer?"

"Last name Durand."

I looked at Sam and his eyes widen.

"Collis Durand?"

"I guess. He was a billionaire with dealers all over the world. He had this shipping company in New Orleans and transported the drugs to different ports. Look I told you everything just let me go."

"We can't," Sam said putting his googles around his neck.

"Where is Zara?" I asked.

"She would kill me if I told you."

"So you are more afraid of her then us?"

"I will take my chances."

"You are dumber than you look," I said shaking my head.

"What would Zara do to you?" Sam asked.

He kept his vision straight. He had no idea what he was in for.

Sam put the ball clamp in his mouth. He moved his head from side to side trying to break Sam's hold.

"They call me the Enforcer and welcome to the House of Horrors," Sam said as a big mirror came down from the ceiling. Sam looked up as the huge piece of glass touched down on the floor.

"He's still paralyzed neck down. He won't feel what I am doing until the end."

Sam grabbed Jamal's left hand and put it in a device that separated the fingers apart making them look like a fan. Each finger was was tied down at the base and knuckle. I could see fear in Jamal's eyes as Sam took out the mini saw.

"You see Jamal when I went back through your wreckage my best friends, Paul and Drew were among the people you killed. They were like brothers to me and when I saw Drew's fingers ripped from his hand that were across the hall, I knew the person that did this would suffer from what I saw."

Jamal's eyes got big as Sam took a roll chair and miniature saw and brought it to the chair. He gripped Jamal's pinky and began to cut. I could hear Jamal's feeble scream through the ball gag. Tears ran down Jamal's eyes as he struggled to move. Sam severed each finger starting at the tip, to knuckle than each base. Once he was finished he held it up to Jamal as blood poured down his hand. Sam took the needle and started to sew up his nubs.

I could see horror across Jamal's face as sweat and tears occupied his face. He had winched as he had no movement. Once Sam was finished I could see Jamal eyes rolling in the back of his head as if losing consciousness.

I would have looked away but I was still trying to comprehend what I saw. I stared hard as I saw Sam smile at his work.

"This will keep you from bleeding out. Now back to my friend's question, where is Zara?"

I saw Jamal eyes watered as he moved his head and looked down at his disfigured hand. Sam stood up and removed his ball gag.

"You motherfucker, you cut my fucking fingers off. You're a sick fucker!" Jamal yelled out.

"I think I did a pretty good job don't you think C?" He said looking at me. Why did I feel so sick? I nodded as Jamal screamed in horror.

"If you don't stop, your tongue will be next. Shut the fuck up you butthole," Sam said pissed off.

"Jamal he is enjoying this. Just tell us where Zara is?" I asked politely hoping I could catch more bees with honey.

He seemed to be in shock so Sam slapped him. It echoed throughout the barn. His head moved back and forth.

"Tell me Jamal. This is your last chance," I said as my stomach flipped.

He remained quiet.

"So be it," Sam said as he turned on the drill. He drilled a hole directly through his knee cap. I could hear the metal as it connected to the bone. Jamal yelled.

"He shouldn't be able to feel anything. It's a reaction of knowing what is happening. Stop the whining Jamal! Tell us where Zara is!"

"No... Oh god... I can't be...lieve you, you did...this toooooo meeee."

Sam picked up a knife and sliced behind his ear as he cut away his earlobe. I looked away as Jamal screamed.

"You can't hear me! Motherfucker talk or I swear the next thing you will feel is heat rising.

"Fuck youuuu!!" Jamal yelled out. God dammit!!"

Sam walked over to the corner and grabbed a bucket of kerosene.

"Talk!" Sam yelled out as he dosed him in the kerosene.

"Sweden! She's in fucking Sweden with Durand! Oh God please don't do it! I told you!" He said crying. Sam walked over and grabbed another needle and inserted it in his neck.

"I want you to feel pain in every fiber of your body as the pain and misery of not only what my friends felt but what I feel now!"

"No..please... DON'T do this I beg YOU!"

"My friends never got a chance to beg for their lives."

I walked back as I heard Sam count down. "Ten, nine, eight, seven..."

"Please don't! Oh God this pain is ..." Jamal said gritting his teeth as I saw him move his other hand and leg. The feeling was coming back as he yelled.

"Six, five, four."

"You will rot in hell," Jamal yelled.

"Three, two... We will rot together, one!" Sam tossed the match as Jamal's body was cased in flames. I walked out as he yelled and moaned in pain. I couldn't look back as I knew in a few seconds he would be no longer on this earth. I ran outside as I wretched the remnants of my stomach.

I could smell the burning flesh and see the smoke rising. I had never really watched Sam torture anyone to that extreme and too see it would probably cause nightmares for the rest of my life. I was glad he was on my team.

"You okay?" Sam came out and asked as I wiped my mouth on my sleeve.

"Yeah."

"Give me twenty minutes to clean this up so we can head back."

I nodded and watched as he continued to look at me. I waited wishing I had a cigarette or even a forty ounce, something to calm my nerves. I took off the gloves and apron and tossed them to the ground.

He picked them up and started a fire in a barrel where he threw in my gear as I watched it burn. The flames caused me to step back as I heard Jamal's faint screams.

Twenty minutes later, Sam walked out in a polo and dark jeans. His hair was wet and slicked back. Even his shoes were different. I looked at him as he unlocked the car.

"What did you do with the body?" The words came out my mouth and I wished they would have stayed in there.

"I have a cremation chamber. It will take about two and half hours for the body to burn leaving small bone fragments. I will come back and check on it after I drop you off. The chamber should shut off by the time I come back and I can complete the process."

"Remind me to never fuck with you."

He smiled as he started up the car as we headed back to the hospital.

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Do you think Jamal got what he deserved? Would you be afraid of Sam? Was it gory enough for you?