The Cages: A Narrative Fiction

Minuto read the note and nodded. He looked down toward the cages. “The useless bastard still hasn’t found the bucket?” Harold shrugged. “Not yet,” The note was typical of Harold’s attention to detail, and the contents within the note, highlighting his ruthless savagery. But God did certainly have a sense of humor. Who could have ever suspected that a mild-mannered low-key accountant could turn into Vinnie Harold. All that happened was just a push from their cheating wives. As for Harold, once he discovered the affair between his wife and a director from the Equity Funding Corporation of America, something inside him tore apart. He wound up kidnapping both and took them to an abandoned warehouse. He brought a pair of pliers and proceeded
“I know you hear a menacing sound right now,” Minuto said. “And I’ve got your wedding ring in my possession. This means we’ve known that you have a family.” Minuto watched Dan’s arms flinch and heard him shriek. Harold chuckled. “Looks like Dan just saw our friend. Maybe it’s about time he gets familiar with Hwarto. I think it time to read from my notes?” “Dan, I’d like you to meet Hwarto. That’s right. A killer lion from Africa. Stolen from a circus show. But I wouldn’t worry about his fast-twitch muscle fibers unless you make a nervous move. I understand that maybe a foot usually turns or twitches before they charge. I wouldn’t worry though if I were you, until Hwarto gets close and personal with his four-inch canines, and then you can smell his rotten stinking breath.” Minuto glanced at Dan’s wedding band and put it in his pocket. Time to raise the stakes and keep a memento. “Panza. Throw the blood on him.” “I won’t tell you!” Panza picked up the black bucket. He pulled a brown object from inside and held it with one hand while he dumped the blood from the bucket onto Dan’s arms. “Maybe you won’t tell me Dan, but if you don’t. I’ll just have bring in Denise and