Scratching metal, two long knives being brought together and dragged across the flats of each blade. Palach lets out a boisterous laugh as he places the knives down onto a table, adjusting the cuffs of his sleeves, making sure they barely touch the backs of his elbows. Palach blows air from his nose, looking over to two men screaming in chairs with a scowl. "You'll tell me yes? Where they go?" Palach's expression becomes friendly, taking gags out from the men's mouths, distancing himself.
"JESUS FUCKING CHRIST LET ME LEAVE PLEASE!" Tears run down the man's cheeks, "I JUST WANT TO SEE MY FAMILY!"
"Тупица." Palach snarls, "I will let you leave if you tell me where gold is."
The two men, one with a messy ponytail and dark brown hair while the one next to him wears a short beard and short hair, pitch black. The man with black hair stares over at his compatriot, eyes like daggers, "Don't you fucking tell him shit!"
The one with dark brown hair squeals, glancing between Palach and his comrade. He looks at his friend with a sorrowful expression, "But... I have..."
"Don-"
"Is the gold that fucking worth it Michael!?"
Michael presses his lips together, eyes filled with rage, "You know what'll happen if he lets us go! We'll meet a death way worse than this one, that's fo-"
Palach cuts Michael off, "You're fate with Mafia will not be worse than with me."
Michael whips his head over to Palach, looking him in the eyes, "The Mafia is much too kind... I am very not kind. Mafia do not like getting hand dirty, they only do it to get profit, they will not torture for pleasure, which why they hire me." Palach points to himself with his thumb, the size of the hilts of both knives set on the table beside him. "I was hired because merciless - I love to see pain, gives great joy it does but... I prefer women. I can fuck women... more effeminate face," Palach grabs one of their faces with his fingers, "Men have rough face, men less innocent... but it will do, for men have one thing women don't." Palach looks to the man with a ponytail expectantly.
"W-What do men have?" He says, voice cracking all the while.
"They have will... not many women have will, so, it makes it most fun to break will, and to those who have no will, men can gain will, then I can remove it as I could have to other men."
"W-what...?"
"When you get will, as if getting the upper hand, that is when I will take it away from you. Over and over again, that is what make men fun, but when I finished with man, I will remove genitals while still awake, not under meds." Palach throws Michael by the face into the chair he was already seated in, causing him to fall to the floor.
The one with the ponytail struggles and screams in his chair, gritting his teeth in desperation.
"You know... Mafia men did not know there were more people involved."
Michael grunts, "Okay?"
"But I did, I will take wife and daughter, fuck them, strewn them up, gut hanging to knees."
The one with the ponytail, tears in his eyes, "Huh, what?"
"I am saying what I will do if not tell."
Michael screams, "Tell him Hurk!"
Hurk whips his head to Michael, "Wh-"
"He isn't fucking around! Tell him! Fuck! I'm so stupid, I just realized who he is, just fucking tell him like you were going to do before!"
Hurk whips his head back over to Palach, heart racing, "Vincent should be in Evergreen by now! We haven't heard anything from him for a couple of days ago but he should be in that area! So please don't fucking do anything to me! My family, or whatever..." Hurk begins breaking down, tears wetting the wooden floor below them.
Palach grins, letting out a light chuckle, "A shame, I wanted women but got man instead. You are lucky, but not lucky enough."
"What do you mean?"
"You tell information, good... I do not doubt, I very good at hearing lies, so do not worry, even if not find him, I will not hurt family."
Hurk swallows through a dry throat, "Thank you..."
"But..."
Hurk's expression becomes distraught, "But?"
"I will have to kill you."
"Wait!" Hurk's face becomes desperate, eyes wide.
"First come skin..."
Hurk recoils in his chair, trying his best to move but failing to do so. With a knife in hand, Palach approaches, Hurk screaming "Stop!" all the while, slowly getting louder and louder as Palach grows closer and closer. Palach quickly knocks Hurk out, cutting his binds before taking him by the collar and throwing Hurk onto a table, strapping him to it as if Palach was going to dissect him. Palach waits, slapping Hurk's face periodically, waiting for him to wake up until finally, he does. Though short, thirty seconds, in fact, Palach felt as if it took an eternity, as if a child waiting for Christmas. Hurk in a daze doesn't notice Palach bring his knife to a chunk of his leg, pinching a bit of Hurk's leg. Palach reels his arm back before taking off a chunk of Hurk's leg, still pinching at it with his fingers.
Hurk is immediately broken out of his half-asleep state, screaming bloody murder, "FUCK! AAAHHHHH!"
Michael wheezes, eyes wide, terrified by what he was seeing, "STOP, PLEASE FUCKINGS STOP! PALACH!"
Palach chuckles, turning slowly to see Michael, still stuck to the floor, arms and legs tied tightly together. "Казнь - это работа палача, не так ли?" (It is the executioner's job to enact executions, is it not?) Palach says before continuing, pinching at another chunk of skin and expertly cutting at every piece, Hurk's screams slowly becoming a coarse wheeze as Palach continues to hack away.
Hurk, barely audible now - most of the skin on his legs gone.
"Good on you, hanging on makes it fun. Normal man with die of pain." Palach laughs.
"What the fuck are you going to do with me!?" Michael screams.
Palach turns to Michael once again, with the same slow turn, "Different torture."