19500310 03:17:28

19500310 03:17:28

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Only after the two men threw his body stomach first upon the table and kept his arms pinned around the surface did the sack come off of his head. He looked around to see that he was in an unfinished basement of grey concrete and a single bare lightbulb shining somewhere over his head. A man sat in a chair across from him with a scowl on his face and plain carpenter overalls on his body. He was able to look down to see the floor beneath the table was covered in a plastic sheet. He started to struggle against the grip on his arms and tried to move his feet to give more leverage, but he soon felt another pair of hands pin his ankles against the table. He felt his body begin to tremble internally when Chene spoke out to him.
"Normally, this is where I'd say something about you having a choice here. But the truth is you don't. I'll tell Alicia that you wanted her to remarry. Buckle down, boys."
With that command, Chene slowly rose from his chair and stood while holding a drill. The bit at the end of it appeared to be of the kind that is used to bore holes in wood, only this was modified to have several of those bits layered into each other. Chene took a deep breath and steadied his grip on the drill as he pressed the button to spin the bit into action.
When he turned to face and approach the man, Johnathan Parilla felt ready to faint and a warm stream of urine collect in his pants. Before he lost consciousness, Chene thrust the drill bit into his head and let the metal tear away at his face. Johnathan's body convulsed with tremendous force in reaction.
"Sit on the asshole! Pin him the fuck down! Now!" Chene screamed the command while narrowing his eyes and turning his head to the side in instinctive repulsion. Blood from Johnathan's face poured onto the ground and splattered like falling rain upon the plastic. Chene stopped the victim's screaming by suddenly shifting the drill bit into his mouth and letting the metal uproot the teeth inside. A thrust down the throat caused the bit to eventually erode its way through his throat, which caused it to have some resistance when Chene pulled it away. With Johnathan now silenced, he took in a deep breath before letting out a scream as he proceeded to press the bit into each of his eye sockets, then shred away his nose and cheeks. The explosion of blood splattered in all directions and coated Chene's hands enough to make the drill nearly slip out of his fingers. He kept his scream growling out of his mouth with enough volume to echo throughout the basement and carry over the tool as he applied the final touches.
He let the drill fall from his fingers and stood still while heaving breath as it landed in the pool of blood soaked flesh. Chene turned to his side and remained stationary as he heaved breath in and out, in and out, taking the time to collect himself, taking time to let the rush cool down and for his body to stabilize. In and out. After a few minutes, he gave a single word command.
"Up."
With that, one of his men collected the drill as the rest of them proceeded upstairs in order to change clothes and acquire the cleaning supplies, the latter of which was only on hand in the case of errant stains left in their wake. The body would otherwise remain in its state.
The Six of Diamonds was down.