Chapter 21: Repent from All Your Sins
"Vincent, get up here, now!" Bo shouted down the tunnel leading to the House of Wax. "We've got them."
"God, I'm exhausted," Katrina sighed, throwing herself down on the desk chair.
"Take your pretty little ass into the living room, Kitten," Bo told her. "We're going to have a little fun with that peckerless fuck that tried to . . ."
"I know what he did, you don't have to remind me," she answered, twirling a curl between her fingers. "I'll be in there in a minute. Don't be so bossy, Bo-Bo."
Bo rolled his eyes, flung up his hands, and walked out. Katrina heard a thump and a moan that could only mean Bo had just kicked Grumpy. Moments later, Vincent walked up out of the trapdoor, rubbing flakes of wax from his hands.
"Why didn't he just bring them over?" he asked her. Seeing the bruise on her jaw, his eye narrowed. "What happened?"
"Bo-Bo wants to play with one of them," she explained. "I'll let him tell you why, since he likes broadcasting it over and over again. The story goes with my bruise."
Vincent shrugged and followed her into the living room, where Bo and Lester stood taunting Grumpy with their knives. "What's going on?" Vincent asked.
Bo turned to his brother with a smirk. "This one tried to mouth-fuck your girl."
Vincent's eye widened and he turned to Katrina. "He did what?"
She shrugged and plopped down onto the couch. "He tried to make me give him head. Pulled a broken ass gun on me and everything. But don't worry, babe, his shit didn't even come close to making it into my mouth. I cut the fucker off before he got the chance."
Vincent walked right up to Grumpy and kicked him in his wound. As the young man cried out, clutching his knees to his chest, Vincent kicked him in the ribs several times in succession.
"Hold on Vince, I want to take more time with him than that," Bo ordered. He reached down and pulled Grumpy up. "So you thought you'd teach our lil' Kitty Kat here a lesson, did you? Seems more like you need a lesson . . . in how to treat a lady. You don't just go up to someone and stick your fuckin' pecker in their mouth."
"Look who's talking," Katrina chuckled.
Bo grinned at her. "Yeah, but I didn't do it to you, darlin', and therein lies the difference." He turned his attention back to Grumpy. "It's playtime, mother fucker," he said menacingly.
Katrina laughed and tossed her hair, waiting to see what he would do next. It seemed that they had "played" with others before, because Bo shoved the young man back on the floor and all three Sinclairs began beating and punching him. Sighing in satisfaction, Katrina sat on the couch, playing with her hair and watching the entertainment. Once the men were done beating Grumpy up, Bo glanced at Katrina, his eyes glinting with sadistic excitement.
"Watch this, Kitty Kat. It's all for you. See how we protect our women?" To Grumpy, he said, "Do you believe in Jesus Christ died for your sins so you could obtain eternal life?"
Grumpy's sobs turned to hysterical whimpering.
Bo kicked him. "I asked you a question, mother fucker."
Grumpy swallowed hard and nodded.
Bo grinned. "Good. Then you won't mind suffering in His name."
Lester gripped one side of the terrified teen, while Bo lifted him from the other. Vincent walked into another room. Katrina could hear shuffling around in drawers, and moments later, Vincent returned, holding spikes and a hammer in his hands. Katrina sat up straighter, her eyes wide with excitement. She followed them outside as they drug Grumpy out into the woods, heading towards one of the biggest trees there.
"All right, mother fucker," Bo said, pushing the teen against the tree. "Do you repent from all your sins?"
Grumpy was too hysterical to say a word. Bo pulled out his knife and pressed it to the teen's throat. "I said, do you repent from all your sins?"
"I . . . I . . ." Grumpy stammered. "I do!" The last came out like a howl.
Lester held Grumpy's arms up against the tree, straight up above his head.
"Good. Shall we make an Act of Contrition?" Bo asked, grinning madly. Without waiting for an answer he began to recite "O My God, I am heartily sorry for having offended Thee, and I detest all my sins because of Your just punishments, but most of all because they offend Thee, My God, Who are all-good and deserving of all my love. I firmly resolve, with the help of Thy grace, to sin no more and to avoid the unnecessary occasions of sin. Amen."
By the end of this, Bo's face had taken on a terrifying, evil expression. Katrina thought that if it were possible for his eyes to turn red, they would. She grasped Vincent's hand, feeling fear of Bo for the first time.
Spittle was spraying from Bo's lips as he grabbed one of the spikes from Vincent. "Let me grant you absolution, you sinner in the eyes of the Lord!" He began to pound the spike into Grumpy's hand, impaling it into the tree. "God, the Father of mercies, through the death and resurrection of his Son, has reconciled the world to himself and sent the Holy Spirit among us, for the forgiveness of sins, through the ministry of the Church. May God give you pardon and peace, and I absolve you from your sins in the name of the Father . . ." He took the other spike and pounded it into Grumpy's other hand.
". . . The son . . ."
Pound.
Pound.
"And the holy fuckin' spirit."
Pound.
Katrina pushed her body as close to Vincent as she could. The rage and madness in Bo's eyes terrified her. Vincent put his arm around her, rubbing her shoulder with his thumb. Bo turned to look at Katrina with a smile.
"So what do you think, Kitty Kat? You feel better now?"
She forced herself to look grateful, even though she wanted to puke her guts out.
"Of course," she purred softly.
Bo nodded and walked away with Lester in tow. Vincent watched him go with concern in his eye before pulling out his knife and slitting Grumpy's throat.