My Werewolf System
chapter-342

‘Hmm, that's a little strange.’ Simon noted as he looked down on the spoon that had fallen on the floor. However, he had more important things to worry about, so he didn’t think too much into it, playfully kicking the spoon across the floor, before he proceeded to place his bag on the counter of his kitchen table.

‘Now… let’s see how much longer he’ll manage to stay obstinate.’ Simon grinned as looked forward to what he was about to do, as he emptied the bag, revealing a large set of pliers, metal stakes used for cooking, as well as a drill among other tools.

The man was hovering over each item, pondering over which one he should use first. Eventually, his hands stopped on the pliers. As he walked down the hallway, he passed the spoon, making him halt for a moment.

“Don’t tell me… SHIT!!!” Cursing, Simon switched from his casual walk into rushing towards the bathroom door, opening it as fast as he could. Once he had confirmed that his prisoner hadn’t gone missing, he let out a sigh of relief.

“Phew, for a moment I was worried you might have escaped.” Simon admitted with a smile as he held up the pliers. His prisoner was in the same position the gang member remembered having left him in, tape still covering the former’s mouth, still alive and stuck in the bathtub.

“Now, Tim… our last talk didn't prove too fruitful, and since I have a job to do, we're going to make you speak.” Simon revealed, as he walked up to the bathtub.

“First, I'm just going to pull off one of your nails, after which I’m going to take the tape off your mouth. Now, if the first thing out of your mouth isn’t what I need to know, we’ll continue the process all over again. Don’t worry, if you should run out of nails, I have plenty of other tools left in the kitchen.” Simon was explaining things so casually, that one wouldn’t believe he was talking about torturing a fellow human being.

Usually, even a gangster would find it hard to resort to these types of things, especially on someone that would be in the same gang as them, but Simon didn’t look to mind. In fact, the smile on his face was testimony to the fact that he was certainly planning on enjoying it. This could be seen on the captive's face, and an instinct took over him, a sense of panic.

He began to shake his body like crazy, doing his best to scream. Alas, barely any noise made it out, as the tape caused all of it to be muffled. It was then that Tim Curdle continued to look in Simon’s direction… but not exactly at him.

Noticing this odd behaviour, his captor got up to the prisoner, pulled on the man's hair to lift his head up and shouted at him. “What the f*ck do you keep looking at?!”

At first, the man couldn’t help staring at the one grabbing him, but eventually, his pupils started to move, looking directly behind him once again, which eventually caused his torturer to turn his head.

“There's nothing there…” Simon uttered, still holding the man’s head. All he could see was the door swung wide open, and the rest of the bathroom. Simon was about to turn around until he had an epiphany.

‘The SPOON! If he’s still here, and I didn’t leave it out…’ Simon let go of his captive and walked over to the bathroom door. He grabbed onto the end and pulled it quickly in one swoop, revealing a shaking small boy… one he despised for multiple reasons.

“Well, well, well, if it isn’t my ‘dearest’ brother? To what do I owe the ‘pleasure’ of your visit?” Simon didn’t even try to hide the pure unbridled sarcasm in his question.

Kyle was opening and closing his mouth, trying to come up with an excuse. Never before had he come over, and to do so now, in the middle of his half-brother being busy with a job… There was nothing he could say, so his only choice was to hope that Simon wouldn’t hurt him too badly. Surely being half-brothers meant something… right?

“I’ve always known you to be a bastard, but to think you would be a goddamn rat on top of that. Thanks for making this easy for me. After sneaking in here, even Dad won’t be able to complain that I finally got rid of you.” Simon stated with a sadistic smile as he reached out to grab the teenager by his throat.

After hearing this unveiled threat, Kyle reacted out of instinct, his grip on the knife strengthened, and he immediately slashed it through the air, cutting Simon’s hand. His half-brother had clearly not expected any resistance from the boy, and the striking pain from the attack was the price he was paying for that.

“You’ll pay for this!” Simon shouted in fury, as he looked at the cut. “I was gonna make it quick, but you're more than dead now! I'm going to make sure to drain every last drop of your tainted blood!”

Kyle knew he stood no chance against his half-brother. He wasn’t strong, nor did he have any experience as a fighter in any way. Heck, his body hadn’t even fully developed yet, so it was impossible for him to deal with this bona fide gangster.

Seeing Simon charge in, Kyle did the only thing he could think of that might get him out of this situation. With how enraged the latter was, even an amateur like him was able to predict the adult’s next move, and using his smaller body frame to his advantage, he slid on the floor, right through his half-brother’s open legs.

Without any hesitation, the teenager slammed the door the other way, attempting to hit or stumble Simon in any way. He didn't waste any time to look back to check whether it had worked, rather he headed straight for the guy in the bathroom.

“Please do something about him!” Kyle pleaded as he leaned into the bathtub and used the knife to free the man’s arms. Before he could do the same for the legs, though, a grunt and scream came from behind him. As the teenager turned around, he saw the giant fist come straight towards his head. The next moment, he felt the impact on the side of his jaw, and the taste of metal was filling his mouth.

‘It hurts… it f*cking hurts so much!!!’ Kyle lay nearly collapsed on the floor. Looking up with tears in his eyes, he could see that Simon was ready for the next strike, this time using the pliers held in his hand. Without a doubt, it was going to hurt a lot more and do a lot more damage than his ‘mere’ fist.

Midswing, another fist came from behind Kyle, and hit Simon’s jaw, sending him back.

“I’m sorry for outing you.” Tim apologised, of his eyes still heavily bruised, but the other one could see just fine. “I’ll make sure… to get us out of here alive and tell Damion everything his rotten son has been doing!”

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