Chained To The Devil

Elon Mitchell 

We have a lot of work to do today. It’s all been hectic since Ciarán has tied the knot with a guy he no longer trusts yet shares a bed with if anyone asks me he’s a hypocrite. He once said that if anyone betrayed his family or the love of his life he would torture them to death, but he decided to keep Jacob alive for some fecked up reason he’s a really sadistic asshole.

I’m sure he enjoys torturing him not just with weapons but his dick as well he’s been out of the torture room for a few months now but Ciaran still doesn’t trust him he still thinks there’s someone out there stupid enough to try and rescue Jacob from his claws.

Ones that he has dug so deep inside Jacob that you can see all the scars on his body you almost feel sorry for him. But we don’t, we don’t sympathise at all as the dick head got what was coming to him, taking on Ciaran.

He’s tortured and fucked him til he was bleeding out of every hole thinkable. I even think he’s jerked him off until his cum turned red.

Jacob is half the man he was when he came here as he’s almost skin and bones. He was muscular when he came here if I swung that way I would’ve screwed him. Ciaran loved him unconditionally until something changed in him and it was all from one chat with a certain Killian Demitri, our cousin. Well second or third I can’t even remember for shite but he was doing time all because of the guy Ciaran had trusted and loved and made vows with.

Ciarán still loved him but couldn’t face the fact he had betrayed him so he was on a vengeful spree of feckin every twink he could get his hands on, even if they didn’t satisfy his needs like Jacob did, both Fionn and I had warned him it was common knowledge.

Especially when we thought Jacob knew about his unlawful activities which would annul their prenup which Ciarán had him sign and he was the one cheating on him if he ever found out he would leave him but Ciarán didn’t think he would cause he’d filled his head with so much shite he would believe the shite that comes out of his mouth and we all knew how those in the house liked to gossip.

We’d had to cut a few tongues out before now to make them aware of their gossiping and they would no longer be able to talk shite. We had a load of shite to take care of before we returned home. What includes the sagart paróiste (parish priest). Who we are set to see soon and make an offer he can’t refuse.

Fionn Mitchell

We’re in town doing our regular visits for an IOU that is against so many of the people in the town that we live in. We have plenty of people who are so stupid to borrow from the most dangerous mob lord here in Dublin, Ireland. I stand waiting for him by the local college where my girl is Belle. She’s gorgeous, it’s a pity she’s only seventeen soon to be eighteen and I turn twenty-three this summer.

I watched with interest knowing that they would be out in another couple of minutes it’s all I needed to see her and make my fantasies come true in the shower later jerking off to the dirty things I would like to do with my little virgin Mary, you want to know how I knew she’s a virgin? Unless she is lesbian which I very much doubt how she looks at me and teases me.

She’s at an all-girls school by the authority of her holier than thou father. I snigger, what a fecking joke the guy is one of the worst people I would put my trust in and believe the bullshite that comes out of that prick’s mouth he calls himself a feckin sagart paróiste (parish priest). Shatter utterbulshite he talks what comes out of his ass. The bell rings and I watch with anticipation and a raging hard-on one I will have to do something about once I’m home.

Being the local college l it’s hard to see through the masses of girls and guys of various ages then I spot her. I won’t go over and talk to her. She’ll get in trouble I know because it’s happened before then she’ll get a whipping from her old man. Something I won’t tolerate on such a delicate flower. Once she’s mine he’ll know exactly how it feels to be whipped until you bleed mother fecker.

As guaranteed she looks over her friends are with her but they pay no attention to her staring over until she finds me and our eyes lock then she smiles so bright my heart hammers into my throat no girl had ever made me feel this way. She waves at me, still smiling.

I give her a short wave back and then her friends notice and say something to her. Her hand drops and her smile fades, shit someone has noticed her looking over here. “Come on bro your time will come. We’re visiting her father tomorrow.”

I nod and we get into the car, closing the door. Elon shifts the car into gear and we fly at speed down the street. No one dares to come after us, most of the póilíní (police) are under us. If they give us just one feckin parking ticket they’ll get tortured, shot, skinned alive or worse.

“So he still owes Ciaran money?”

“Tá (Yes) he does. A large sum. Ciaran is sick of his reckless excuses; he’s asked me to take over and come to an agreement with the sagart paróiste (parish priest)”

“And what have you decided?”

“Do you like Bella?”

“What kind of question is that deartháir (brother)?”

“A reasonable one.”

“Yes I do, why do you ask?”

He grinned evilly, that only meant one thing: he was plotting something sinister that the sagart paróiste (parish priest) wasn’t going to like one bit.

“You’ve got that look, Elon, what are you stirring up in that head of yours.”

“Oh you’ll like it.”

That meant the sagart paróiste (parish priest) wouldn’t.

Elon drove through the open fares. Something felt a miss . I shivered and looked at Elon. He looked at me knowing exactly the same as I did. The gates weren’t supposed to be reckoned open so the question was where were the fecking guards and why was it so feckin quiet?

Elon pulled sharp on the brakes putting the car into park and we opened the car doors with force leaping out of the car. We looked around it was like we were on a desolate island, not our home. We looked at each other contemplating what to do next.

We heard groaning. We walked around to the back of the security office. Two were down and two more were barely hanging on. “What happened?”

“Attacked.”

“Who by?”

“Don’t know.”

“Stay here, I’ll call the hospital.”

He groaned.

We continued searching the area as I hit the code red button on my mobile so no one would know we were there. We had to be silent and deadly on every move and it had to be precise so we could take down anyone who was hiding. We would be armed and ready. We tiptoed silently into the house, shocked to see that there were dead bodies wherever we turned. Elon looked at me and moved his hands to say to go upstairs. I nodded and followed him. He made another hand gesture when we reached the top telling me to go one way and he’d go the other. I nodded and he then proceeded to take the left and me the right.

There were dead bodies sprawled across the corridors and in the rooms. Whoever had done this was no amature and if they were still here and we were not careful we would be the next targets.

Luckily there was no one up here but they could be still hiding anywhere in the house. Though we had security we had a system in place if they were to fall to an enemy I was wondering why it had not tripped it was supposed to. Did that mean the assailant was still in her house and waiting for us to return to kill everyone or were they long gone?