Part 2.
The Michelin tyre was less than six inches away from the girls face. She could feel the air vibrating around her. If it wasn't for the scrunchee holding her shoulder long streaked hair in place and the fact that she had her shoulder blades pinning the hair underneath her body. The rush of air blowing in her face would probably suck her hair into the speeding wheel terrifyingly close to her face would have sucked it up into the multi spoked alloy wheel. Which was rotating at a terrific speed far too close to her face than she ever wanted it too.
She felt a dampness spreading between her legs as her sphincter gave into the fear that she was currently feeling. The spread of urine made a dark patch on her jeans and soon made a puddle around her waist. She would have screamed but the gag covering her mouth prevented this. All she could manage was a muffled noise, not that this could be heard over the revving engine. She was screaming with her eyes though, tears were coursing down her cheeks as she looked desperately to her left. Another flake of mud and rust dropped out of the wheel arch of the Astra into her face.
"What kind of a father are you? Shouted Ryan. "You've made your daughter wet herself for fucks sake. I'm sure if I had a kid I'd rather die than be the cause of my kid pissing herself because of my own stupidity!"
Ryan paced up and down in front of the man tied to the chair. He was slowly flexing his leather-clad gloves in turn trying to get the gloves to sit right on his hands.
The man in the chair slumped his head down so his chin was touching his chest. Ryan grabbed him by his greasy hair, wrenched his head back into the upright position, and forced him to look at the nightmarish scene in front of him.
"Oh no you don't sunbeam, I want you to look at what your making me do to your daughter, how old is she twelve or thirteen? I know you told me but to be honest I never really did give a toss, personal details to me are just things to remember to inflict pain with. I have this talent at finding the things that are really going to make people want to tell me things. And if it just happens to be what I need to hear, so much the better. For you and for me!" Chuckled Ryan.
Tears were also flowing down Joe's face, mingling with the blood already crusting on his face. His eyes were bulging, not just due to the tears but also the strain of seeing the situation his daughter was in. He was holding his head up under his own steam and Ryan took the opportunity to land a vicious right-handed punch into his nose. Which cracked loudly and erupted in blood which coursed down his face and ran into his mouth, so all he could taste was the sharp coppery taste mixing with the salty taste of his own tears.
He slowly shook the pulses of white light from his mind, slowly lifting his head again.
He had to spit the fluid out of his mouth before he tried to talk, but his lips were so bloated and cracked all he was able to manage was a weak dribble. His mouth felt like he had been to the dentist and had it numbed, so bad was the state of his control, but without the blessed pain relief that came with that awkward sensation. Pain relief what he would not give for that.
"I can't tell you what I don't know" Mumbled Joe in a helpless voice thick with slurring. Due to the mucous and blood mixture clogging his mouth.
"You can tell me, because you do know. If you do not start telling me what I want to hear pretty fucking soon, that wheel is gonna get a lot closer to your daughter’s face. I am sure you do not want to see exactly what that tyre will do to that angelic face Joe, do you?" Ryan was again pacing up and down, repositioning his gloves after hitting Joe again whilst talking directly at him. The look in his eyes was like all Joe's nightmares come true. He would love to be anywhere but here.
"Fuck it! Lower the jack, maybe when he understands how serious I am about locating these missing drugs, then maybe he will understand that he needs to talk to me to save his fucking daughters life."
The Enforcer, who was operating the jack, slowly started twisting the handle of the trolley jack. The revolving wheel slowly crept closer to the girl’s face.
"For fucks sake Ryan!" Sobbed Joe. Unashamedly crying now. "I don't know nothing. If I did know I would have told you as soon as I saw Lucy wouldn't I?"
Ryan showing no compassion what so ever looked deep into his victim’s eyes and said. "I would fucking hope so Joe. Nevertheless, you got to see it from my point of view now don't you. The fact of the matter is. Before you went into the storeroom to get the coke for the moss side drop, the bag of pills was full. After you left Luke goes in to get another shipment ready for tonight’s club run and the fucking bag is half empty. Now we know all the couriers take a bit of coke or a few pills for those nights where it's a bit slow, we don't mind that it's a perk of the job right. You fucked up and took some stock that was not for the customers, shall we say consumption. Oh no, you took some special stock. Stock that was missed as soon as you left the room. You were seen dropping the moss side gear of and then disappeared for two hours. We know you took the pills. What we need to know is where they went and all this will end, you have my word. Tell me where the pills are and you and your daughter can walk out of here and all will be forgotten." Ryan was crouching down in front of Joe now, face to face. He could smell the blood and sweat on Joe, but he could smell something else. Something which he was really enjoying. He could smell the fear washing of Joe in waves.
The worst thing of all was when the wheel touched Lucy's face. There wasn't too much blood at first due to the friction of the tyre on the skin cauterizing the skin and boiling the blood till it fried solid under the heat of the friction. This momentary grace was followed by a crack as the bone of her nose snapped under the speed of the wheel. The bone shattered and flew in many directions. As the wheel hit the bridge of her nose and her forehead, that was when the smell of burning flesh and bone hit those closest to the car.
As soon as Lucy realized that she was about to die, her life did not flash in front of her eyes. She didn't see her dead mothers ghost coming to take her to the field that they had played in so many memorable times with Major, the family Alsatian. All she saw was the revolving black tyre coming closer to her and her fathers face. Even when the blood filled her eyes, she could still see his face, even down to the smallest detail of the bursting blood vessels in his eyes. After the first touch of the wheel there was a tremendous rush of pain, it was like when her mum used to rip a plaster of in one go to make it as quick as possible, only much, much worse. For that fraction of a second, it filled her world. Then she felt the pain and she blacked out. Her last thought was "Daddy how could you have let them do this to me? I thought you loved me?"
For Lucy that was the end of her nightmare. For her father it just went on and on.
The skin tore at her hairline and ripped of in one piece, it flew several feet and landed with a wet sounding splat, face side uppermost. That was when the blood erupted, with nothing to cover the veins carrying her life blood and the tyre slowly slicing into the muscles and tendons that used to make her smile and frown, they simply let rip and exploded. The noise was like a band saw carving into a very old, tough piece of wood.
Her skull and jaw were the next to go. All the bones that had shaped her nose and cheeks had been pulped. Her jawbone cracked in several places at once under the pressure. Her jawbone flew of at high speed and landed at the feet of one of the enforcers, he looked down at the small misshapen fragment. Every detail of it became ingrained in his mind. What he will always remember is that the teeth that had remained attached to the bone, muscles and sinew, not one of them had a filling. They were all perfect, he could not help but think what that smile would have looked like in ten years time. He turned round and vomited as he had never done before, or ever would again.
The whine of tyre on bone crushing under the weight was screeching now, just like her father. When finally all the bones collapsed it ended with a wet squelch and what was left was just flung in a tangent by the revolving wheel, brains, bone muscle, teeth and blood were every where. The wheel finally hit the floor with a puff of smoke, performed an impressive wheel spin on the industrial flooring and lurched forward in one final act of desecration. Before the driver had time to dip the clutch, the car stalled, but not before the rear wheels had driven over Lucy's dead body, crushing her fragile body. Gore dripped from the wheel arch, side skirting and door panels. Although the Astra was a deep maroon, the remains of the child’s head could be easily distinguished.
Ryan was feeling sick but turned to Joe and looked him in his blood shot eyes.
Reached round his back with his right hand and produced the now legendary Desert eagle, the world’s most powerful handgun. He took a bead on Joe's left kneecap and slowly pulled the trigger. The report in the loading bay was deafening, the sound of the knee cap disintegrating was sickening. Joe could not even manage a moan, his vocal cords were so strained at his screams whilst watching his daughters demise, even a squeak was behind him. He took this gangland punishment with nothing but a hoarse whimper. Due to the range being so close, and the high velocity from the extended barrel of the desert eagle. The round did more than shatter the patella, by the time it exited the rear of his knee cap and blasted deep into the floor, it had all but amputated the limb. The wheel chair Joe was tied securely in rocked back with the impact. Ryan adjusted his aim and took out his other kneecap, having the same result. This time the wheel chair fell backwards. Ryan took two steps forward and was amazed to see that Joe was still conscious. Looking up into the triangular barrel housing of the weapon, Joe was reminded of the triangular pills that had ended his daughters young life and were about to end his, he hoped.
Ryan emptied another four shots into the helpless body, one to the groin, two to the chest and the final one directly into Joe’s face. Holstered the weapon in it's holster turned to both camera men and simply asked, "Did you get all that?"
Both men were white, no colour remained in their usually tanned faces. They both nodded their affirmation. "Well make sure it's on VHS tape and on the bosses desk within the hour, okay?" He did not even wait for an answer. He knew they would be there in thirty minutes. He turned round and started walking to the exit, the gun in its holster was still smoking Grey cordite powder.
"Oh, Scar make sure this place is burnt to the ground and leave as little forensic as possible"
This in addition, he knew would be done with zeal, nobody would want to be caught having anything to do with this brutal slaying. Although every crime no matter how well covered up, still left some forensic evidence. Fire was still the best tool for destroying as much as possible. The home made equivalent of napalm was waiting in barrels ready for the premature bonfire night that was soon to follow.

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