Chapter 6
Revenge Is A Dish Best Served Bloody
"Ohhh, my head." Serge said very groggily as he tried to stand up very slowly, but failed and fell over. He raised his head slowly to look around. "What the hell is this place?" Serge looked around. While it indeed looked like a dungeon, it could very well be a room for torture. He noticed many of the basic types of devices. The Rack, The Iron Maiden, The Guillotine, and some very nasty looking tools. There were also apparatuses that he had never seen or heard of before. There was one that looked like it ripped out your kneecaps. Another one looked like it was for removing skin straight off the body. "Those tools have fresh blood on them, they've been used very recently." Serge said himself. Trying to help himself up, he rolled over but saw something awful. It was Marle's dismembered skinless body. In his weakened state, he couldn't fight back the urge to regurgitate everything that he had eaten over the last 48 hours.
"So, do you like what those tools can do if used properly?" Lynx said while standing at the bars of Serge's holding cell.
"You heartless bastard!"
"Rest assured Serge. I do have a heart. I just don't let it get in the way of things. Unlike you, your heart couldn't even proclaim its love for Kid. Or maybe that's because you don't love her?" Lynx said the last part very quietly with a sick smile on his face.
Serge could literally feel the hate running through his veins. He then felt power rush through him. The Tear Of Hate in his pocket was fueling him. Serge ran into the iron bars with all his might, almost breaking them. He ran into them again breaking through it. Serge didn't seem to care that he had separated his shoulder. He stood up and looked at Lynx. Lynx couldn't seem to believe it.
"Where the hell did you get such power!" Serge didn't even listen and charged right into Lynx knocking him over. He got on top and started unloading with several punches to the face. Serge could feel his jaw shattering even more with every punch. Serge then picked the disoriented Lynx up, opened the Iron Maiden and shoved Lynx inside and slammed the door shut. He laughed at Lynx as the spikes pierced him all over his body. Serge opened the door and slammed it shut again and again and again. Every time with even more pleasure. After about 15 or 20 times he took Lynx's limp body out and suspended it on the rack. He then took the tool that removes skin from the body, and took of a chunk of Lynx's fur. Serge then took off his bandana and put it in his pocket. He took the piece of fur and tied it around his head. Serge took the keys that Lynx had dropped when he took him down, grabbed his swallow and left the room.
