PART 7: THE MONSTERS WE ALL ARE

*let's talk about your bride to be* dammy said as he took his eyes off the screen of Stan's phone,

*she looks divine by the way* he added

*this round is going to be called 'how well do we know the bride' because I mean why not, it's always about the girl right* dammy said smiling

*you guys look like crap* dammy added laughing out loud

*the day you came into my coffee shop and mentioned you were getting married, I was surprised, so surprised that I had to do a little stalking on your bride and boy, did I find something, things I don't think Stan here knows about* dammy said walking towards Duke,

*isn't that right, Duke* dammy teased, resting both his hands on Duke's shoulders

*what are you going on about* Duke replied, bending his head backwards looking at Dammy, moving down closer to Duke's face Dammy said,

*If I remember clearly you use to love a show*

*well, you're going to love this one*he added

*really?* Duke asked jokingly

*why not, you're the main character of this show* Dammy laughed getting back up,

*tell us about Betty, Duke * dammy asked moving closer to duke with a hammer and nail in his hands,

*who the fuck is Betty?* duke asked looking at dammy with confusion all over his face,

*do you really want to do that?* dammy asked sitting on the table facing Duke,

*do what* Duke replied angrily, struggling with the ropes

*where I ask you to tell us the truth and you act like you don't know what I'm talking about and I have to force it out of you which I don't want to do but honestly I enjoy it, if that's what you want...well* dammy said placing the nail and hammer in front of duke,

*what is it going to be?* dammy asked

*this or that, you choose* he added

*ha ha ha ha* duke bursted out laughing,

*you've made it very clear that we have all done bad things, so what gives you the right to be the judge of us* duke asked

*you still don't understand the game yet, because if you all did some of you won't have the idea that you could be actual fucking saints or think you already are, so let me ask you again....this or that* dammy replied pointing to the nail and hammer placed on the table,

*i'm not telling you shit* duke lashed out angrily,

*we'll find that out very soon, now won't we* dammy replied, picking up the nail and hammer,

Holding duke's hand down, dammy placed the nail on his thumb,

*you should stay still, you don't want to make this messy* dammy said hitting the nail into his thumb,

*you use to be smarter than this, what happened to you* dammy asked looking at duke whose face had puckered like that of a child,

*are you ready to tell us about Betty* dammy asked again waiting for an answer from duke, who for some reason was trying to hold back the tears that had gathered in his eyes,

*I don't fucking know who Betty is* duke yelled with little tear drops flying out from his eyes,

*I think i should let you know what I'm going to do with your pretty fingers, I'm going to hit this nail...just like this* dammy demonstrated hitting the nail again making it dig deeper into duke's thumb,

*until it comes out from the other side of this chair and I'm going to do the same thing to your other nine fingers until there is no space left to fit a nail, do you feel like giving us a different answer now* dammy replied staring at duke,

Shaking his head angrily as tears finally fell from his eyes,

*like I said before, I don't fucking know who Betty is* duke replied crying,

*wrong answer* dammy said hitting the nail making it go in further,

Yelling out as blood engulfed the nail in his thumb, duke looked back up at dammy who was about to hit the nail again and nodded,

*what was that?* dammy asked,

*i'll talk* duke cried out with saliva coming out from his mouth,

*you should have gone with that* he replied drawing a seat close to him and sat down placing the bloodied hammer back on the table,

*who is Betty?* dammy asked again leaning into the chair,

*she's one of the girls I send to clients* duke said

*what do you mean by girls?* Stan asked

*certain high class men need services which I provide* duke replied,

*what do you mean by services?* Stan asked

*rich men love parties and girls they can use as they like, so they pay me and I provide them with girls* duke replied trying to control his tears,

*oh my god duke, you're a fucking pimp* Stan replied,

*are you surprised?* dammy asked

*earlier tonight you all had girls stroking more than your egos, where did you think those girls came from?* dammy added smiling as he got up from where he was sitting and walked towards Stanley,

*you genuinely look surprised, which begs the question of why don't they?* dammy asked leaning down beside Stanley, holding his head to face the rest of them,

*so they know about some businesses that I don't know about, big deal* Stan replied

*we're about to find out what the big deal is* dammy said,

*how do you know Betty?* dammy asked getting back up and walking back towards duke,

*she was one of the girls I sent out and the most demanded one, men liked her because she did every single thing they wanted, she brought out their inner most monster* he added trying to ignore the pain coming from the nail buried in his thumb,

*you said was, meaning she doesn't work for you anymore or what* dammy asked sitting down back beside duke,

*she still works for me but in a different way* duke replied,

*hold that thought.....* dammy said

*this is where it gets interesting....* he added turning towards Williams who had a very sour look on his face,

*do you know Betty?...and think very carefully before answering the question, you don't want to end up like duke now, do you* dammy asked waiting for an answer from William,

Without saying a word William nodded his head continuously in agreement with the question dammy asked,

*you'll have to use your words man, we don't understand body language* dammy replied trying to be sarcastic,

*yes* William replied

*how so* dammy asked

*I did encounter her once* he replied

*you mean you've fucked her before?* dammy asked walking to where William was tied up,

He nodded in agreement with dammy, *you're beginning to sound very confusing, are you gay, bi, still in the closet, straight or maybe you'll just fuck anything....I'm going to stick with the last one* dammy said slapping William on the head,

*moving on* dammy added walking towards Benjamin

*why don't you tell us about your little experience with Betty* dammy asked holding his shoulder down,

*what is the point to all this, Damien* Stan asked trying to adjust into the chair,

*shhhh* dammy replied hushing Stanley into saying less.

*I met her at a strip club once, she was very out of reach like something you wouldn't dream to possess but at the same time she was served in a fucking expensive platter.....* Benjamin said,

*so you fucked?* dammy asked rhetorically

*and not just once, you met her again when you realised she was owned by duke and you couldn't let that opportunity pass, so you went back everytime for a fuck and everytime she made you feel like the king of the fucking world* dammy said tapping his shoulder as he got back up and walked towards Leopold,

*are you guys having fun? Because I don't about you guys but I fucking love this game* he said stopping behind Leopold,

*you're up Leopold* dammy said,

*so they all fucked the same girl, big deal get to the fucking point* Stanley lashed out again, this time struggling with the ropes,

*you seem very eager to get to the end of this show, let's skip to the end then* dammy replied angrily walking back towards Duke,

*why don't you tell us who Betty really is?* dammy asked turning his head to face where Stanley was tied up,

Duke started whimpering like a child who just found a clown under the bed,

*FUCKING SAY SOMETHING ALREADY* dammy yelled, picking up the hammer and driving it into the nail already stuck in his thumb,

*she's Susanne* Duke cried out

*please stop, I don't think I can take anymore* duke begged wiping out in pain,

*what do you mean she's Susanne, have you lost your bloody mind* Stanley asked in disbelief

*you see your beloved friends here, all fucked your bride to be and the sex was so fucking good that Benjamin couldn't help himself but come back every fucking time even after knowing she was yours* dammy said looking at Stanley waiting to see a reaction from Stanley,

*ha ha ha ha ha ha* Stan bent his head backwards laughing out very loudly, *I'm guessing this is a joke, one big fucking joke*

Dashing to where Stanley was tied up, Damien held his head up facing his friends who were beaten and tied up around the table,

*take a look at them, really take a look at their faces and tell me you think this is a joke* dammy said turning his head slowly to look at their faces,

*THE FUCK!!!!!!!!!* Stanley yelled out banging his head against the table repeatedly,

*I had a plan but you were so eager to get to the end of this story and we are not there just yet* dammy said,

*why don't we call the bride to be?* dammy said standing back up with a smile on his face,

*FUCKKKKKKKK* Stan yelled struggling to get out of the ropes,

*why don't we use your phone* dammy said looking at duke, pulling out his phone from his pocket dammy pointed it to his face unlocking the phone,

*i'm guessing she's saved as Betty* he said going through the contact list

*found her* dammy jumped up in excitement,

*shhhhhhhhh* dammy said looking at all of them,

The phone rang for about a minute before the call was answered,

*why are you calling?* Susanne asked

*I sent you all the money he give me this month already, you can't keep calling me like this* Susanne said ending the call abruptly,

*that took a whole different turn* dammy said dropping the phone on the table,

*so she still gives you money* dammy asked duke smiling,

*money she gets from Stan* he said pointing at Stanley,

*whoaaa* he added,

*you seem to be the biggest dumb shit here man* dammy said walking back towards Stanley, who was literally boiling with a puckered face and a tightly clenched jaw,

*what should we do about it?* dammy asked pulling out a gun from beneath his shirt, placing it in front Stanley,

*who do you want to lash out on first, the pimp?.....* he asked pointing at Duke *or the best friend who fucked your woman, so many times he lost count?* dammy asked picking up the gun from the table

Stanley looked up at Damien indecisively,

*let me help you out* dammy said firing the gun at duke, shooting him right in between the eyes, duke's head dropped on the table as blood gushed out all over the table,

They all started trembling with hands and heads shaking terribly and tears trickling down their cheeks with fear all over their faces,

*so I'm thinking we should leave the rest to burn very slowly, what do you think?* dammy asked Stanley who looked shocked but still very angry,

*Lenny didn't do much but he's just as worse as they are because he knew all about it but said nothing* dammy said looking towards Lenny, whose lips where swollen with tears and sweat all over his face,

Drawing a keg of petrol from underneath the table, he raised it up and placed it on the table.

*STOP Damien....we get it* Stan yelled

*you've become soft, was it your whore of a bride that changed you?, was it love? Did she reach out to those tender parts buried deep inside you and brought them to see the light and now you think you're a saint* dammy said

*let me make it easier for you, it's either all of them or all of you, either way they die so make your choice, I hope you choose them after everything they've done that would restore the faith I've lost when it comes to friends* he added popping the cap out from the keg,

Stanley managed to get loose from the ropes and launched himself at Damien,

Hitting him against the face with the gun, dammy shot both his legs and shoulder,

*I guess you made your choice...* dammy said walking towards Stanley who was laying on the ground,

*.....not a good choice but it's something, I guess * dammy added pouring the keg of petrol on them, emptying several kegs on their bodies,

*I know this is going to sound like the movies but I have to ask...* dammy said smiling

*any last words?* he asked striking the match stick,

*I hope you rot in hell* Stanley said trying to crawl towards Damien,

*keep a space for me* dammy replied dropping the match stick on the trail of petrol he had created from the table to where he was standing,

He watched as the flames slowly approached the table and engulfed each one of them, one after the other,

Still smiling, Damien pulled out his phone and dialled Jane's number,

*Hello angel*

                             ~THE END~