Nut crusher set

right after I zipped up my pants, I got a call from Mike. since my phone was connected to the car I picked it up on the speaker.

"boss, we caught three rats, but they seem to deny giving us much information using conventional methods, boss I think you should come in personally for this one."

I sighed "come on, are they that big of a deal? I was in the middle of something really important."

Caitlin looked a time and shook her head as if saying 'go on, we can continue later.' she didn't really understand what Mike meant by rats or what conventional methods were but still she didn't want to hold me down from doing my work.

"yes boss, it seems the Hoyles might be in on this one"

that caught me, if it was any other group other than Hoyles I would have let Mike deal with this one, but since it's related to the Hoyle group I needed to take matters into my own hands.

I apologized to Caitlin, and she was very understanding of the matter, but she told me that she will always be waiting for me. I dropped her at our home and then quickly drove to our office. this time instead of taking the private elevator to the upper floors, I went to a secret floor, which is unlocked by pressing several buttons on the floor panel in a particular order and rhythm.

the floor is technically the 6th floor underground.

only my special people know about its existence.

when I got out of the elevator, I was greeted by Mike who took the jacket off for me as I walked through several men in black who were bowing to me.

"room number?" I asked as we were walking through

"3,4 and 5, the one who barely talked and just cursed is in 4."

"well that's great, let's greet that sucker"

I said as I walked in a corridor with multiple rooms with one-way glass windows and iron doors, it almost looked like it was a hotel but with police interrogation rooms instead of normal hotel rooms.

one of the men in black, yes that's what I call that secret organization, they legit wear the black blazers with a white shirt and a tie, they also keep their sunglasses in their front pockets. he opened the door for room no. 4.

as I walked in, the smell of blood hit my nose.

"oh come on, at least clean the room after you use it."

the man in black responded that "sir, Mr.Devil used this room just yesterday and he used a chainsaw so it was rather hard to clean it before we reused it."

I sighed hearing that while the guy who was sitting on the chair started to 'try' to scream.

but well he was wearing a pink BDSM gag.

I sighed seeing that, "why can't you just use some cloth or something? this looks way too kinky"

Mike face palmed hearing that and whispered in my ear "stop being casual now, switch to your serious mode already."

"but it really looks way too kinky"

Mike sighed "we started using this again because the cloth was inefficient"

I sighed "fine"

the guy in front of me looked like an average 40-year-old with a male balding pattern. he was in a checked shirt, his ID still dangling. his hands were chained to the metal chair which was bolted into the ground and so were his legs and his torso.

"un-gag him" this seriously sounds way too kinky. I said as I moved the other metal chair and sat down in front of him.

the man in black un-gagged him and then stood at my left, while Mike stood at my right with a leather suitcase in his hand.

he kept the suitcase on the small rectangular table between us and then nodded acknowledging.

"let me go, or I will report this to the police!" he literally screamed.

"Now, now calm down first, bro we just need a little bit of info"

"let me go now or you will face the law!"

"bro, I think we need to make something clear, go report it to the police, first you have no evidence, second I am the one who gets them their promotions, so you are in bad luck"

"but it's against the law."

"uhh well I am the no. 1 sponsor of the president and the judges, so... bad luck again."

"I will post this on social media and then you will be canceled!" he screamed as he was getting desperate to get out of this situation, I also suspect that the logical reasoning part of his brain completely shut down on his last sentence.

"Alright, where will you post it?"

"on Kwitter! KouTube! Ziktok! kinstagram! and even Keddit! I will bring your social lives to ruin!"

I sighed hearing that "well you see, first, why do u even assume that I will even let you leave alive and unscathed, second, most of the platforms you just stated are owned by me, and those which aren't owned by me, I am the one maintaining most of their servers. so, sorry again."

"FUCK IT! I HAVE THE ALLIANCE BACKING ME! I WILL SEE HOW THEY RUIN YOU IF YOU EVEN TOUCH MY SINGLE HAIR!" he screamed in desperation.

an alliance huh, well I anticipated that there will be formed one against me, well time to push this guy a little further.

"ho, fine tell me about the members of the alliance and maybe I might get scared and let you go?"

"huh! do you take me for an idiot, there is no way I am telling you that."

well looks like this way might stop working now, time for plan B, well technically it was always part of plan A though.

I raised my hand towards mike "the nut crusher set please."

Mike quickly opened the suitcase and pulled out a large metal clamp and a pretty large metal hammer with grooves engraved in crosses on it.

the man in black took the clamp and then walked towards our 'rat'.

while I took hold of the heavy hammer.

he unbuttoned the rat's pants and pulled them down.

"hey! what are you doing!?" he yelled.

"what do you think? it's called the nut crusher set," I said with a smirk.