My Stepbrother's Dirty Little Secret novel Chapter 731

Chapter 731

I unrolled a small black leather pouch containing fine silver acupuncture needles, a pair of insulated wire strippers, a small bottle of conductive copper gel, and a handheld digital nerve-stimulation unit, a high- voltage medical device usually kept inside specialized labs.

Next to it sat my open laptop, its dark screen flickering with real-time biometric tracking software and a digital layout of the Toricelli island territory.

I slapped a wide strip of thick black tape across his mouth, then turned on a small, bright LED lamp, pointing the harsh white light straight into his face.

“I am going to ask you questions,” I said, “Every time you lie, delay, or give me half an answer, I will send a high-frequency electric pulse straight into your nervous system. It will bypass your skin and burn your nerves from the inside out.”

The man let out a gasp from his blood filled mouth, his eyes wide with blinding terror as he thrashed against the steel frame. The chair didn’t budge an inch.

I picked up the first silver needle and pushed it deep into the soft, sensitive pad beneath his right thumbnail. The metal slid in until it touched the bone.

He let out a muffled, high-pitched scream behind the black tape, his legs kicking violently against the chair legs.

I attached a thin copper wire to the head of the needle, connecting the other end straight to the digital stimulation unit. I daubed a drop of conductive gel over the entry point to make sure the current hit every single pain receptor.

I reached over and flipped the switch.

A sharp, high-voltage burst hit his nerve endings.

His whole frame slammed back against the chair, his jaw locking tight as his muscles convulsed in wild, uncontrollable spasms.

The pain wasn’t just on the surface, it vibrated right through his bones, making his eyes roll back into his head. His skin flushed dark red, sweat pouring down his forehead in thick beads.

I let the current run for six full seconds before turning the dial back to zero. He collapsed forward, gasping for air, saliva and tears dripping down his chin.

“P-please!” he sobbed, his voice cracking violently. “Please, don’t! I’ll tell you whatever you want! Don’t do that again!”

My eyes narrowed, “What pills?” I asked, “What kind of pills are you taking to that place?”

“Drugs!” he cried out, completely broken, sobbing hysterically as the fear tore through him. “It’s drugs! High-grade sedatives and muscle blockers! I deliver drugs there!”

I didn’t move my finger from the key. The cold glow of the laptop screen lit up the sweat shining on his face.

“What do they do with the drugs?” I asked, “Tell me what those pills are for.”

“I don’t know!” he sobbed, his head shaking violently back and forth. “They are sealed in heavy metal boxes! I just haul them from the docks! I don’t open them, I don’t ask questions! I swear to you, I’m just the middleman!”

I tapped a key on the board.

The box clicked. A higher surge of electricity shot straight through his thumb, up his arm, and into his chest.