His Lycan Luna Queen novel Chapter 47

KYSON

Gannon pulls the funnel out of Tanner’s throat with excruciating slowness, causing him to choke, gurgle, and sputter on the remnants of the wolfsbane. The acrid taste of sulfur lingering on his tongue, his blood-drenches the floor beneath him, and his hand that is trapped in the vice, is gruesomely split down the middle. With a sickening twist, I hear the final crunch as the vice-grip closes, severing his hand in two.

Tanner’s screams reverberate through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. Seizing the old lead sprinkler, Gannon’s eyes gleam with sadistic intent. Originally, a medieval torture device designed to shower victims with molten lead, we have repurposed it, filling it with sulfuric acid. The giant ladle-like contraption has an iron handle and a sphere at the bottom, brimming with corrosive acid. Gannon begins shaking it vigorously, a malevolent grin spreading across his face as he showers Tanner’s writhing form with the burning liquid.

Even in his agonized state, Tanner manages to rasp out defiant words between his hoarse screams. “What do you plan to do with the hunters? And where is Ester, Tanner?” I demand, my voice laced with determination. Gannon withdraws the lead sprinkler, yet the flesh continues to be eaten away by the acid. He reaches for the baking soda to neutralize the corrosive substance, but Tanner’s wails persist, his breath straining from choking on wolfsbane and his own harsh screams.

“I hope they annihilate all of you!” Tanner rasps defiantly. I click my tongue in disapproval and shift my attention to his feet. Grasping the top of his foot and his ankle firmly, I yank and twist with a deliberate force, contorting his foot in a sickeningly wrong direction. The bones snap, and Tanner’s screams echo through the room. Moving to the next foot without hesitation, I prepare to inflict the same agonizing pain.

“What are their plans, Tanner? This ends when you divulge what I need to know,” I growl, my voice dripping with raw fury.

Tanner’s laughter fills the air, a sadistic sound that sends chills down my spine. He cackles as if this is some twisted joke, relishing in our torment.

“Has the storm subsided?” he taunts, before choking on his own blood. Gannon slaps him, attempting to clear his airway, and swiftly removes the silver strap holding his head in place. He turns Tanner’s face away from the danger of suffocation, ensuring we extract the information we need. Tanner spits out blood, his dazed eyes glinting with a wicked smile as he looks up at the ceiling.

“Pain, such a fickle thing. You won’t break me, my King!” he sneers, his voice laced with venomous defiance. I growl in frustration, and move to break his foot.

“Oh, how she screamed, yet no sound escaped her lips. That’s when you know you’ve broken them,” he taunts sadistically, causing Gannon to glance at me.

“Plop,” Tanner chuckles darkly. “Her body just plopped right at her feet.” His laughter intensifies, emanating a sinister aura.

“But it made even me sick when she stuffed your nephew back inside her. I always knew she was unhinged, but she completely lost her mind. It disgusted me to witness it. You should have seen the look on Claire’s face when she killed her mate. Priceless. The poor fool didn’t stand a chance. She woke up just as I drove that dagger through his chest. But her baby? Dead the moment he fell at her feet. It was as if her soul abandoned her as she stared down at him.” His words drain the blood from my face, leaving me pale and shaken.

“He’s trying to provoke you, Kyson! He wants you to kill him!” Gannon snaps, gripping my wrist tightly as my fingers instinctively reach for Tanner’s throat. I hadn’t even realized I was moving toward his head.

Tanner giggles like a deranged schoolgirl. “That bitch couldn’t keep her mouth shut! She had to run to your sister when she caught Ester and me preparing our deliveries for the council. She ran, yes she did,” he laughs sinisterly.

“What did he say about Claire?” Liam asks, and I see him stagger back.

“Liam, get out if you can’t handle it. I am already trying to stop Kyson from killing him. Out or stay the fuck back!” Gannon warns him. Gannon twists the handle beside me, forcing Tanner’s body to stretch even further, tearing his skin under immense pressure. His screams tear through the air, filling the room with an ungodly symphony of pain.

But I have listened to enough of this vile creature’s taunts. I need answers now. Pushing Gannon and Liam aside, I thrust my hand into Tanner’s diaphragm, plunging deep into his innards. I fish around, searching for his spine, until my fingers close around it. Tanner chokes and gasps, his body convulsing in agony as I halt my movement just before he succumbs to shock.

“Wait!” he rasps, lips turning gray. My claws pierce through his abdominal aorta, blood pooling around my hand.

“Where are they?” I roar into his face, watching as terror flickers in his widening eyes. His mouth opens in a silent scream as I maintain my grip on his spine, refusing to release him from his excruciating torment. He smiles, his eyes fluttering, and I know he is teetering on the edge of unconsciousness or bleeding out. Despite lying on his deathbed, a twisted smile adorns his face, and my heart pounds erratically in my chest at his final words.

“They’re already here,” Tanner breathes.

A primal growl escapes my throat as I clench my teeth, squeezing my fingers around his spine, and with a savage jerk, I rip my hand out, tearing his spine away from his body. Blood sprays in all directions, and drenches us.