Chapter 11 A Painful End

• Derek gulped in fear as he awaited the pain.
• Martha struggled to free herself from her captor but the grip Philip had on her was just too strong.
• "Where is the chip?" Carmichael hollered in anger , he was beginning to get tired of asking this same question over and over again.
• Derek exhaled shakily and slowly opened his eyes. " I have told you times and times again, I. Don't. Know." He articulated.
• "Fine." Carmichael sneered. "Have it your way." He stated and position the blunt cutter on his index finger and began to drag it to and fro.
• Derek shouted in pain as his blood splatter everywhere, the pain he was feeling was far greater than the pain he felt when his pinky was cut off, it was like the pain refused to go, sweat was coming out of his body in wave.
• "Stop." Martha cried and looked away from the vicious scene.
• Carmichael wiped the blood off his face with his white hanky he got from his break pocket and kept the bloody blunt cutter on the table. "This is why I hate this blunt tool. So messy." He muttered and faced Derek with a smirk. "How does it feel?"
• Derek tightly clutch his bloody index finger, his eyes closing from the loss of blood.
• Derek looked away from Carmichael and bent his head, he was afraid to look his wife in the eye because all of this was his fault.
• Martha tears kept on flowing from her eyes at the pain her husband was going through while she was here, unharmed and made to watch. She looked away because she was feeling guilty that she wasn't being tortured as her husband.
• Carmichael squeezed the handkerchief into a curve ball and threw it away. "How did that feel?" He asked with a chuckle.
• Derek glared at him and muster enough courage. " Like a light feather perching my finger." He mutter sarcastically and spit Carmichael's face.
• Jake that was behind him gasped out in shock and raised his hand about to send him a blow.
• Carmichael raised his hand and stopped Jake who groaned and retracted his hand, he then brought out another hanky from his pocket , he wiped the spit away from his face and turned towards Derek with a scowl.
• Carmichael got up from his seat and moved closer to Derek , his head bent towards Derek's face as he breathe loudly on his neck, his hand in a fist.
• Derek grunt in pain and spat out blood when Carmichael fist collided forcefully with his stomach, he tighten his stomach and tried to loosen his hand to avoid another punch from Carmichael.
• "Futile." Carmichael sneered. " That was for spitting on my face, and this one is because I feel like it." He stated and sent his fistful of strength straight into Derek's stomach.
• "Ahhhh." Derek yelled out when he heard the sound of his ribs cracking.
• Carmichael smirked and stood up straight, he relaxed back into his seat, a victorious smile on his face. "Now where were we?" He questioned, his hand on his jaw. "Ahh yes. We were about chopping your third finger." He muttered cheerfully.
• Derek kept quite, he was now getting used to the pain. "Do your worst." He sneered at Carmichael after some minute.
• Carmichael eyebrow rose up in surprise at the sharp tone of Derek, he was expecting his step brother to beg him or even show fear. "Good." He stated, he was infact tired of the game they were playing , he needed to end it now.
• Carmichael let go of his third finger and got up,he motion to Scott one of his men,who gave a nod and rushed over to him with a pistol in his hand.
• Carmichael smirked and grabbed the gun from Scott who bowed and moved back to his position. He aimed the gun to Derek's forehead. "Any last word." He stated and cock his gun.
• Derek shivered in fear at the sound of the gun being cocked, he shook his head and closed his eyes for there was nothing he wanted to say that he hasn't already said.
• "Good bye." Carmichael muttered and pull the trigger.
• The gunshot resounded round the room as the bullet flew straight into Derek's forehead creating an opening.
• Derek immediately went limp as more blood gushed out of his forehead.
• Martha wailed loudly as she fell on her knees for she was too weak to stand after witnessing the death of her husband. "You monster." She yelled at Carmichael.
• Carmichael smirked at her and glanced over to Derek's dead body with a look of indifference."Untie his body." He motioned to Carlos.
• Carlos gave a curt nod and quickly untie the rope that bound both his hands and leg, Derek's body landed on the ground with a loud thud.
• Carmichael smirk in satisfaction. "Take her to the car." He gestured to Philip.
• Alvin handed her over to Philip.
• "Yes sir." Philip motioned to Carmichael and dragged Martha away from her dead husband.
• Martha wailed loudly and struggle trying to free her self from his death grip. "No.... Leave me here, I am not leaving my husband." She cried out and claw at his hand.
• "Let her go." Carmichael ordered.
• Philip release the strong hold he had on her.
• "Derek." Martha cried out and moved away from him as she ran towards her husband.
• Carmichael smirk evilly his gun aimed at the back of her head, he pull the trigger.
• Martha who was about reaching her husband stopped in her track, a hole on her head she landed on her knee with a thud before going down as blood gushed out of her head, staining the tile floor.
• Carmichael blew out the smoke from his gun and tucked it behind his back. "I need you guys to search the whole of this house, I am sure their daughter is hiding somewhere close." Carmichael ordered. "Leave no stone unturned." He yelled.
• Philip and his men salute in response and quickly shuffled up the stairs.
• Carmichael spat at Derek body. " I will have what I came here for." He muttered.