TORTURE PT1

Suddenly, I became the leader of a gang of 40 members. If someone told me this a few days back, I would have definitely laughed it off, but reality can sometimes be both horrible and joyous. And currently, the world has been flooded in its horrific version. Now, with me being the leader, someone might be after my ass, trying to kill me just like they tried with Tyger. Well, we'll see when the time comes, for now, I just need to deal with that shitfaced fuck Jeremy.

"Karl? Are you listening?" Tyger questioned as I came back to my senses and looked at her.

"Yeah, alright. I'll become the next boss," I nodded after thinking a bit more. It's a big responsibility to manage such a big group. If I mess up, I'll end up like Jeremy. But that's not gonna happen. I already planned to use this group to get into that safe base, after that we will see.

Next, we distributed the food to everyone and ate our breakfast. Jenny and Lisa were a bit worried about the sudden changes in my behavior because they did see me killing those traitors and now out of nowhere, I became the leader of the group who tried to kill me, well, it took a while to reassure them. After that, it was time to interrogate Jeremy and find out the place where he hid the map.

Tyger and I entered the room and locked the door. It's the room, next to the freezer, a temporary storage room that people used to store items a long time ago. Now, it's just a dirty room with spiders, webs, bugs, and rats running around. A little LED bar was glowing on the wall, lighting the room.

Jeremy was strapped onto a chair, glaring at us with hate-filled eyes. His arms were patched up to stop the bleeding and his face was full of cuts. Tyger roughed him up good, yet he still refused to open his mouth. It's like he is telling us that if he can enjoy the safe haven, then no one can. He will take the secret to his grave. That's probably what he's thinking right now.

"All yours," Tyger leaned on the door as I walked toward Jeremy and sat on the chair opposite to him.

I sat there for a minute or so, staring at him. He stared back at me. He must be thinking, what could a young boy do when the veteran Tyger failed to extract information from him? Well, he's about to find out.

"We all are greedy in this dead world, ain't we?" I began, "Fighting, killing, looting, fucking, eating, and surviving... Surviving. Isn't it?" I looked into Jeremy's eyes, "Everyone is just struggling to survive. No one cares about anyone. Even if someone dies, all we care about is whether we would get anything valuable from their corpse or not. But things change when you become greedy. Greed makes us do stupid things." I paused for a moment and continued, "Tell me, Jeremy, what did greed make you do?"

"Fuck you, kid!" Jeremy cursed.

"Oh, no. I don't swing that way and you are definitely not fucking me. But you fucked yourself. See, the thing is you are a greedy man. That's why you are in this situation. You must have had a great plan, like taking over the gang, taking them to the safe base filled with resources, and living like a king. Order everyone around, kill anyone you dislike, starve them so that you can get a bite more, fuck anyone you want because you are the boss, and if anyone resists, as I said, kill them..." I leaned forward, giving him a cold glare, maintaining a tough face.

His eyes wavered a bit, but he remained silent.

"But, sadly, you messed up and lost everything. It's not because your plan was flawed; it's just that I was your opponent by coincidence. Had it been any other place, you would have succeeded in your plot, but sadly, Tyger made a mistake that brought me to her doorstep and then things happened and here we are, and you are tied to that chair while I'm sitting here talking to you. And you know what, the funniest thing is that you are going to die without achieving anything, all alone, starving, and dying a dog's death... " I leaned back on the chair and let out a long sigh.

"You call that a threat?" Jeremy snorted.

"No, just facts..." I smiled. "Well, if you don't wanna talk, that's fine. You don't fear torture or death, that's fine too. I can already see Tyger beat you up pretty well, but... The big 'BUT'... Always the big but... Hahaha! You are a smart guy, Jeremy. I'm sure you can understand that there are various methods of torture used by different people that not only inflict pain but also make you scream and beg for death. Now, here's the fun part, you won't die. You will pass out, yeah, but death? Nope."

I opened my inventory, took out a knife and a couple of nails that I picked up from a broken crate while bringing out the food crates, and placed them on the floor.

"Go ahead, do your worst. As I said, it's all in my head. You kill me, it's gone. And I won't tell you no matter what you do to me. In short, I'll take it to my grave," Jeremy laughed at me.

I ignored him and glanced back at Tyger, "You got something to gag his mouth? I don't want him to bite his tongue off in the middle of torture."

She took out a ball gag and a piece of cloth from her pocket and walked behind Jeremy. She pulled off his hair and forced the piece of cloth then the gag into his mouth.

"I'm sure you think he is a kid, so, what can he do, right? But let me tell you something Jeremy, Karl here is a monster. Whatever he does to you, you better prepare yourself mentally or you will go crazy. Just so you know, I was there when he tortured your spies and killed them without even blinking an eye. He also defeated me in a one-on-one fight. The mutilated body you found near the generator, his doing. The zombie wave, his doing too. So, don't shit or piss your pants, because the last one who did that got his head chopped off," Tyger whispered into Jeremy's ears but loud enough for me to hear it clearly.

Jeremy glared at me and tried to free himself from the ropes, but the rope was tight enough to restrain his movements. I could see beads of sweat forming on his forehead while his eyes became restless. I chuckled lightly as I picked up a nail from the floor. Fear is the first step toward breaking someone. Now, let's proceed to stage two.

"Look at the nail, Jeremy..." I said, holding the nail before his face, "Now this is like what? One or two inches long? Well, these nails are perfect for piercing through skin and flesh. They are thin, sharp, and easy to use. It can be used in various ways, like stabbing someone, hammering them into a wall, or just like this..." I grabbed his first finger and stabbed the nail halfway into his fingernail.

Jeremy screamed into the gag as he struggled against the ropes. Tears began to form in his eyes as he looked at me with hatred. Blood oozed out of the nail hole and dripped down to the chair.

"Does it hurt? Well, I'm pretty sure, this much pain is nothing for you. After all, you survived a zombie horde. What can a few nails do to such a tough son of a bitch, right," I picked up another nail and pierced it into his middle finger. Blood spewed out as Jeremy screamed again. His body shivered and tears rolled down from his eyes.

Tyger looked at me with wide eyes. She probably didn't expect me to start torturing Jeremy this way. It's probably the first time she saw someone using nails as a torture method.

My eyes suddenly fell on the small bottle opener at the corner of the room.

"Ah! I got an idea," I walked over to the corner and picked up the little tool. It was made of stainless steel and pretty sharp. There were some stains on it, might be rust, or dried blood.

"Nails are good, but seeing your expression I'm guessing the torture isn't working. You are a tough son of a bitch after all. So," I grabbed his thumb and put his nail onto the surface of the bottle opener and applied force, "Let's try something different..."

Snap!!

"MUMMMMMM!!!" Jeremy screamed again as I ripped off his thumbnail.

"Karl... Are you serious?" Tyger asked as she watched Jeremy crying like a baby. "Do you think that'll hurt him?"

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