Claimed by the Biker Giant (Maxine and Tank) novel Chapter 183

Tank POV

Some of the ideas our club members came up with for interrogating the Jones gang were inventive. I would never have thought to cut into a man’s sack, let alone cut off his d**k, but whatever gets your rocks off and helps aid your revenge, I cringed when it happened, and I bet most of the room would have been diving for their crutch in sympathy, relating to the pain it must have caused, and the thought of losing that precious part of your body.

But compared to what we had done, Savage was the master, watching him was poetry in motion; each step he took had purpose, he wasted no energy, getting what he wanted done and setting up the blades as he wanted them. ensure that the accountant could clearly see what was coming, which only heightened the accountant’s fear and raised my anticipation that something spectacular was about to begin. Leaving me with no clue what he was going to do next, or the significance of where he put the blades.

Savage and Stephen were discussing taking the next step; it already looked unbearable, and I doubt I would have held out as long as the accountant had. As if in agreement over the next step.

Savage walked over to the door, all eyes following him including the accountants, it was as if he was leaving, instead, stopped at the door, bent down and picked up a black bag, that he deliberately left by the door, it was all part of the mystery and building of tension, and

building up of fear in the accountant, he carried it over to the table, Savage rolled his k put the roll to the side, for now, and placed the black bag in its place, he pulled out a mac overly large, about the size of a laptop computer, it was covered with dials, and he carefully thin leads to it, as Stephen, took an extension cord to a plug in the wall nearby, and switched it on returned to the table, together they moved the table a little closer to the accountant, and they began to place leads to the end of each of the knives, and as before always in sync, as if they had done this a thousand times before, like I said before, no wasted movement, all actions calculated deliberate.

“What are you doing?” The accountant called out in an almost pleading voice as the first lead was attached.

Neither paid him any attention, as they continued on their task.

“Talk to me, what are these leads for?” He was panicking, his croaky voice rising an octave or two.

Savage played with one of the knives, pulling it out a little before attaching the lead.

“TELL ME!!” He shouted as loudly as he could, which was quite loud considering his condition.

“May I?” Stephen asked, and Savage moved back to let Stephen play with the machine.

“I believe it would be better to demonstrate than answer that questioning, feeling, and seeing was believing,” Stephen said calmly to the accountant. He flipped a switch, and the panel lights came on, and a slow hum could be heard. Then Stephen turned a dial, and the accountant went rigid, screaming out in pain.

“Wow, that was only level two, such a nice little device you had here, my boy.” Stephen patted Savage on the back and complimented him on his device, a smile on his face that was real, and pride in his eyes.

“Turn it off.” The accountant screeched and panted through clenched teeth, sweat beading on his forehead, his fists clenched, his body stiff, like he couldn’t control his movements.

Stephen complied, turned it down but not off, for now, and turned to the accountant.

“A little electricity does wonders for all muscles, including the heart. It can be used in many ways. But with a little tweak, as my friend here has proven, it can be used in other ways. This was his creation, his little toy, which he had been playing with for a few years now. Nice, isn’t it?” He smiled, that’s right, Stephen actually smiled, not at the accountant, but at the machine, and Savage.

“Now would be a good time to answer some questions, not that you would have much chance to avoid giving them,” Stephen said, as Uncle Simon and Tandy moved to stand next to us, for a closer view.

“Savage and Stephen make a great team,” Tandy whispered, leaning closer to me, so I could hear and know it was me, and Fixer he was talking to.

“They dance together well, Savage on the lead, but Stephen anticipating every step, and moving with grace.” What a weird way to see this, but I guess, Fixer was thinking about what we are seeing differently, most likely already thought about the machine and how to break it down and improve it, like father like daughter. I guess both like tinkering with engines and machinery.

“Now, where is that list?” Stephen pulled out some paper, unfolded it, then refolded it, and put it back in his pocket. He did that two more times before he pulled out a small notebook and flipped a few pages.

“Ah, here they are. Be a good lad and answer these few questions from me, will you?” Stephen said, pulling a pen out of his pocket, and looked at the accountant, as if waiting for his approval.

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