Psycho - Headless Horsemen MC novel Chapter 63

- Harley -

"What should we do today?" Shelby asks leaning against the kitchen counter, "Fill up the office with balls, like the balls from a fucking ball pit. I'll get Blade to get up in the vents and we will fill it to the brim, you need to get him out of here for a few hours" She smiles and nods her head at me "I'll get him to take me out for lunch with a few prospects for safety" I clap my hands together "Perfect".

I wait for Shelby to convince Gunner to leave the compound, he's sceptical but still goes. "Alright Blade I need you to go to the shops and buy as many fucking ball pit balls as you can take a few prospects with you" I hand over my card, he takes it smiling and nods his head before turning around to run off to a SUV.

I walk into the kitchen and Isabella comes running in, "Hey there's my little ass-kicker" I bend down and pick her up to sit her on the counter. "Harl I'm hungry" She whines, "You know what? So am I" I say as I open the freezer. I spot hot pockets and grab them, I heat them up and wait for them to cool down so it's not like fucking lava on the inside.

Betty comes in smiling until she sees me with the hot pockets, "I hope they're not for you two, you both need your vegetables" She says as she walks over to the fridge. "No ma, They're for Blade when he gets back from the shops," I say as I wink at Isabella and she winks at me. She grabs a water from the fridge and turns around raising an eyebrow at both of us, "Alright then" She says suspiciously before walking out the door.

We wait a few minutes and make sure she's gone "Alright the coast is clear" I say checking out the door. We both quickly eat the hot pockets and Isabella runs off to find dad in the garage, Blade comes through the door followed by at least 10 men with arms full of giant bags containing ball-pit balls. I follow them in amazement up the stairs and to the front door of the office, I look at my phone and check the time.

"Alright we have about an hour and a half until they're back but let's get it done in an hour, I'll shout dinner if we pull it off" They all nod and quickly get to work. Blade climbs up into the air vents and crawls through until he's above the office, a prospect follows him up and stops before him, followed by another one until we have a tiny work line.

I pick up the bags and give them to a prospect whos standing on a ladder who then shoves it into the air vent to another prospect who passes it down the line. Soon enough I can hear the plastic balls hitting the furniture in the office and I almost can't contain my excitement. "He's going to flip out," The prospect on the ladder says as I pass him the last bag, "I know, it's going to be fucking amazing" I reply grinning.

We clean up and all go back to what we were doing before, I set up cameras in the hallway pointing at his door and I got Blade to instal one in the office before we filled it up and i also added one last surprise in there. Turns out he's really good at electronics and shit, dumbass could have gone to university and made a name for himself and yet he's happy here with the people he calls his 'family'.

"Harley, can I talk to you?" I hear Blades voice from behind me, I turn around and look at him "Sure" I lead him into the bar and sit down at a booth. He intertwines his hands and leans them in the table infront of me, he looks nervous and I'm right because not hes staring down at his hands like they're going to magically start talking.

"They're not going to start talking, trust me" I try to joke. I don't know why he's so nervous maybe he's coming out, maybe he killed someone, maybe he is being followed, maybe he's a spy, maybe he's in love with me, maybe he's taken the president hostage. "What did it feel like the first time you killed someone?" He blurts out. I go to speak but nothing comes out of my mouth, he's totally caught me off guard I was kinda hoping it was the president thing.

"Oh.. um, well when I felt the warm blood on my skin it was like I was being baptised by it ridiculously enough, it was like my personal holy water. The feeling of watching his life drain from his eyes was like it was feeding my soul, it was euphoric. But if you can't tell that's how it feels every time I kill, I crave it, so smell, the feel of it, the sounds of it, the sight of it, it's beautiful".

"I crave to hear people beg me to spare them, I crave to hear people beg me to end their misery and to kill them, I fucking live for it when people beg me to kill them, fucking me can you believe it? I love the power i have, I love being in control" I say throwing my arms up in the air. He stares at me with amazement in his eyes, I lean back and smirk at him "How does it feel Blade" I ask raising an eyebrow at him "How does it feel when you take someone's life?" I question.

"It's the best feeling in the world" He smiles looking up at me, "Some people enjoy the feeling of killing, but then theres me, I enjoy torturing them. Making them hurt for hours, days, weeks even months. I love it, nothing will ever stop me from doing it" I say as I pull out my blade sticking the sharp end into the table, I spin it around using the handle and stare at it.

"And you, come with me, I want to talk," I say looking at Blade, I lean over and kiss the top of Shelby's head before turning on my heels. I lead him down to the basement, I open the door and watch as he slowly walks in. "I've never really seen this place properly, just when I used to clean up the bodies," He says as he looks along the long table at the weapons on top of it.

"Yeah sorry about that," I say, I slam the door behind me and I watch that he doesn't jump at the sound, I flick the lock shut and it clicks loudly but he still doesn't move, he's not scared down here, good. I quietly walk up behind him and watch as his fingers move towards a hammer "Do you know how many people you have killed?" He shakes his head and moves his hand to the carving knife, another artist huh? "I don't keep count, but it's triple digits I know that for sure" He says picking up the knife and slowly examined it.

"Have you tortured people before?" I ask, he slowly turns around to me looking up from his hands "No, well, yes, well kinda... I've never been able to keep them alive long enough to do any decent damage" I nod my head and motion him to follow me, I hear him put the knife back on the table as I walk down the hallway of cells "You're probably hitting important arteries or organs" I say as I stop infront of a cell with a member of the idiots that tried to steal the boys bikes a few weeks ago.

He runs up to the cell wall and begins to chew on the metal bars while reaching his arms through the gaps to try and grab me, I grab his arm and pull out a needle injecting him with a sedative. Slowly he begins to calm down before he becomes disoriented and lays down on the bed, being in here has made him almost feral "If you want, I can teach you how to drag out the pain. How to satisfy the needs".

He doesn't say anything just nods his head, I unlock the cell and motion my head towards the man. "Grab him and take him into the front room" He walks over to the bed and throws the man over his shoulder carrying him behind me back down the hall. "Tie him to the chair," I say as I walk over to find what I need to wake him up.

I finally find it and walk back over to Blade whos got him cable tied down "He's going to need a little more than that. Better to be safe" I walk over and find metal handcuffs and tightly cuff him to the chair, I inject him and start slapping his cheek until he begins to regain consciousness. The man begins to slowly bobble his head up and down, I stand back and go a get a chair from the corner of the room. I drag it against the floor making both Blade and the man wince at the noise.

I stop at the side of both of them and sit down, "Well, unfortunately for you Sir, today you are a guinea pig. I'm teaching my first student, the art of torture. Young grasshopper you may begin".