Total pages in book: 159
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 747(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Standing to his full height, he locked eyes with the two men who were on the brink of death. He went to town hacking one of the fuckers to pieces, while his partner in crime slid down the wall from multiple gunshots, perishing before his eyes.
He slowly exited the room, finding two men with their backs turned away from him in the hallway. Justin Johnson’s, ‘Son of a Witch’ played clear as crystal…
“Ode to my Mama… this is for you…” he whispered as he cautiously made his way down the steps. He jumped back as a bullet whizzed past him. Rounding the corner fast, he slipped his hand out, shot, then ducked. As he crouched low, he shot again and got the bastard in the leg. The wolf was hunting to maim this one, not kill… The thrill of his catch leapt across his chest, causing a deep pounding and his mouth to salivate. He raced to the man, grabbed him around his ankles, and dragged him to the door of his vault.
“Kage! You’re not getting out of this alive! You might as well give up now!” someone yelled. He could see the infrared laser dancing along the wall. Aerosmith’s, ‘Come Together’ was playing now. He clapped his hand against the wall to the beat of the music.
“Well, hello there, Italian boy! I finally get to hear a voice clearly tonight.” He sniffed the air. “Your friends’ blood is fresh in the air. You’re hardly in a position to tell me the conclusion of this fine evenin’. With all due respect, Mr. Ravioli, this here country boy don’t know what surrender means, but you, sir, ’bout to know what givin’ up the ghost is.”
“AHHHH!” He blasted him multiple times in the knees, then ran to him and slipped behind him fast. Lifting him up, he placed one hand on the top of his head, the other beneath the fucker’s chin, and jerked! Neck cracked like a crab leg…
“Come together… riiiight now…” Kage sang, with a smile. He let the fucker fall to the ground, then hid behind the kitchen pantry door and waited…
“FUUUUUCK!”
Kage began blasting, both hands gripping HK Mark 23 Caliber .45s. He had no idea how many men were coming, but he just kept shooting. “AIN’T NO FUCKIN’ WAY Y’ALL MOTHERFUCKERS ARE GONNA COME UP IN MY FUCKIN’ HOUSE, BREAK MY SHIT, AND LEAVE OUT OF HERE IN ONE PIECE! YOU’VE ENTERED HELL AND DON’T EVEN KNOW IT, BUT BY GOLLY, YOU’RE ABOUT TO FIND OUT. FUCK ALL OF Y’ALL!” Once one clip was empty, he loaded another. Smoke filled the room fast from the back and forth shootout, and when it was over, only the sounds of The Wanton Bishops’, ‘Sleep With The Lights’ came through, playing loud and proud…
He surveyed the room. The sweet, bloody carnage. Three men down. One definitely dead. The two others in bad shape, but still alive. Their chest rose and fell in an uneven rhythm. He grabbed the two that still drew breath and dragged them to the dungeon door, where the other man lay in agony, waiting for the Reaper. It wasn’t long before all of his injured victims were piled on the cold, uneven concrete floor of his dungeon, the room aglow in red lights. He locked them down there, then checked the cameras and all over his house, unable to find anyone else. He checked the cameras a second time: one of the cars that were once parked out front was still there, the other was gone…
He gripped his phone and texted Phoenix.
Cleared my house. Take her out of the box, and home now. Be careful. Stay with her until I arrive in your truck.
Phoenix: 10-4
He slipped his phone back in his pocket, and headed down to the vault, locking the steel door behind him. Taking a deep breath, he ran his hand over his left leg, then turned the music off, deciding to put on a different tune as he spoke to the beat up and broken men. Four in total.
“Good evenin’, fellas. Welcome to my humble abode.” He slid off his black gloves and replaced them with rubber ones. KALEO’s, ‘No Good’ banged through the speakers. Kage bobbed his head to the rock music as he walked over to one of his contraptions. The black iron chair with the ferocious nails…
Picking up one of the bastards from the ground, he slammed him in it with no hesitation.
“AHHHHHHHH!!!” His screams filled the air, making Kage double over in laughter. Kage sang with the music and giggled at the fucker’s pain. “FUCK!!!! FUUUUUCK!!!
“THAT HURT, MOTHERFUCKER?! HURT SO GOOD, HUH?! DON’T IT? WE LIKE THAT KIND OF HURT, DON’T WE, BABY?! LIKE FUCKIN’ A VIRGIN, YEAH? Let’s sing that old Madonna song… Like uh viiiirgin! Yeah! Nailed for the very first time! WELCOME TO THE GOLDEN KAGE OF RAGE, GENTLEMEN!” He cackled as he belted him in. The leather straps forced his arms to press into the nails. The sharp tips drove through the fucker’s flesh. The man clenched his teeth and his eyes rolled in sweet agony. He did the same to his legs, and watched. Pleased as pudding.