warning ⚠️; mention of blood, bodily fluids and torture in this chapter!

CAL WOKE UP with a crack of his jaw. His eyes weren't even fully open, no chance to look around, when a dirty, compact boot hit his face a second time, almost making him lose consciousness again. The man could tell this wasn't the first two times his face had met another man's  boot. It felt like a truck had run over it already, everything throbbing and twitching.

"Look at me you fuckin' pussy." Happy's voice dripped with hate, every word laced with venom as he spat them at the man on the ground. "And get the fuck up. Get up and face me!"

"Holy shit." With a laugh that sounded like he had already lost his mind, Cal choked on his own spit as he tried to swallow, his throat feeling as dry as the desert. Despite the pain he was in, Cal wasn't going to be anyone's bitch. "I won't do shit, cunt!"

Happy's gaze darkened immediately and with a grip around the fucker's throat, he dragged Cal to his feet, squeezing his hand as he nearly crushed his throat beneath his fingers.

With a dark grin, he spat in Cal's face, watching the younger man's face twist in disgust as Happy's saliva now clung to his skin. "Feels shitty, doesn't it? Fucking degrading. Only fun when you're not the one being degraded, right?"

Sucking on his teeth, his eyelids finally halfway open, Cal shook his head slowly, the menace showing in his greenish eyes as he tried to lash outᅳ with no success, already too weak to even lift his arms.

"I'll kill you for this", he threatened in a low whisper that would send shivers down anyone's spineᅳ but not Happy. The Killer found Cal's words rather amusing. "But first I'll let you watch as I take out Tessa and the bastard firstᅳ"

And another punch to the face, sending the younger man back to the ground, adding more blood to Happy's already bleeding knuckles. There was nothing but darkness in Happy's eyes, narrowed as he circled around Cal with slow, heavy steps like an animal around its prey.

"That's all you can do?" As if Cal didn't have enough, he found the courage to continue taunting Happy, pushing his body back up with his hands. "You'd have to do better than that to seriously hurt me!"

A deep growl rattled through Happy's chest, the intimidating sound leaving the back of his throat as he gave Cal a violent, full-force kick to his ribs. The man's loud yelp, the way he curled up on the floor and squeezed his eyes shut while drool dripped from the corner of his mouth was just pathetic.

"Do you really think you can hurt my family and get away with it?!" Repeating his action two more times until he heard another loud crack, probably breaking a rib or two, Happy glared disgustedly at the panting, gasping, writhing man, who he then grabbed by the collar of his shirt to shove him into the nearest wall a moment later. "How do you know where to find her?!"

"I have my contacts, smart ass", Cal gurgled, snot running down his nose and over his lips as he yelped again as Happy applied pressure to his broken ribs by pressing his palm against them with force. "Fuckin' cunt", Cal spat furiously.

And another crack. By now, so much anger had built up inside Happy that the adrenaline was just pumping through his veins, giving him more strength than he already had. "You're going to die today, but before that, you're going to feel how disgusting I really think you are."

"You can't hurt me", Cal coughed out, taking in his surroundings.

The room was dark, lit only by a table lamp. In the middle was an old chair, two ropes placed next to it on a protective sheet that covered the floor beneath the chair. A chill ran down Cal's spine as he spotted an open tool case on a small table next to the chair, filled with a wide variety of sharp objects.

Then, in the corner of the room, he spotted a blonde man. Jax Teller. Arms crossed, he leaned against the wood paneling of the wall, a murderous gleam in his piercing blue eyes illuminated by the lamp, the rest of his features dark.

Cal sent him a smug grin. "Too bad I couldn't inflict more pain on the doctor bitch, would've been fun."

With two long strides, Jax had crossed the room after shooting forward, his fist immediately colliding with Cal's already broken jaw as Happy had happily stepped aside. They would make him suffer, no doubt about that.

"You should be careful what you say. It's up to you how painful you want to make your last few hours", Jax spat as he crouched down, tugging Cal's head back by his tousled, dark blond hair, drawing a pained groan from him. "You hurt us by hurting our womenᅳ and you're going to pay for that. I'll tell you what happens now", Jax' voice dropped, much deeper and more threatening than it had just been. "We'll tie you to the chair and Happy, our expert when it comes to torture, will try some things on you and I'll help him."

"Fuckin' psychos, aren't ya?!" Cal snorted bitterly, making yet another mistake of being provocative. His whole body trembling with rage, he spat at Jax' feet before another of those dark, manic chuckles left his throat, showing his blood-stained teeth. "You guys are s' fuckin' stupid. You do this shit because of a woman? Women are just there to keep your cock warm and to fuckin' cook", he added with a sly grin, earning himself another punch in the face.

"Let's tie him up", Happy said with a low growl as his patience wore thin.

Jax agreed with a dark expression and a few minutes later Cal was sitting on the creaky wooden chair, his wrists tied behind the back and his ankles tied to the front legs of the chairs so he wouldn't get the idea of kicking out.

Jax crossed his arms contentedly as he tilted his head and eyed the cursing man. "A much better view."

"Definitely", the SAA agreed with a grunt, then the sinister grin was back, dark and devilish as Happy slipped his hands into his black leather gloves and took two slow steps towards Cal, the heavy sound of his combat boots almost haunting. "Let's start slow, huh?"

"Fuck you." Cal's calm and provocative nature seemed to have left him as he cursed, growled and slid back and forth on his chair with a look of madness, trying in vain to free himself. "You'll regret this, all of you!"

"Sure", Happy mocked with a snort, followed by a chuckle from Jax as he carefully chose the first tool. Something simple, nothing more than a scalpel and a small syringe that he rammed into Cal's leg.

Cal let out a painful hiss as the needle was shoved into his leg. "What kind of weird torture shit is that?!"

"Just a little extra fun", Happy replied smugly, his head tilted to the side as he watched the effect slowly take hold. In less than a minute, Cal's limbs gave out, his eyes wide with shock as he realized he couldn't move anymore. The man with the dark blonde hair tried to say something, but the corners of his mouth just drooped, the first thread of saliva already leaking out.

"You'll feel everything", Happy promised with a certain satisfaction in his menacing voice, leaning over the man who was nothing more than a whimpering mess, unable to stare anywhere but ahead. "And I'm going to enjoy every minute of it."

And with that, Happy began his work.

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THREE HOURS HAD PASSED in which Happy had tried out every single tool he had at his disposal while Jax was busy rubbing salt or cleaning products from the cupboards into Cal's open woundsᅳ the icing on the cake, so to speak.

The birds slowly began to chirp outside as the day began. It sounded peaceful, seemed peaceful as the first rays of sunlight shone through the fogged-up windows.

The acrid smell of blood, piss and sweat would knock out anyone who entered the room now, but Happy and Jax no longer noticed the smell, too engrossed in their work and already used to it.

Both completely covered in sweat, Cal's blood also stuck to their upper bodies. They had long since taken off their kuttes, protecting them from getting dirty. Happy was only wearing a white wife beater with his jeans and Jax a simple white shirtᅳ well, both of them were now more red than white.

Still unable to move or fight, his body hanging limply in the chair, Cal was only held up by the ropes. His breathing was heavy, basically just a wheeze, his whole body disfigured and decorated with open wounds. It was extremely humiliating to sit in his own piss and not be able to do shit, absolutely nothing.

But even worse was the endless pain. He had lost consciousness three or four times in the last few hours and the worst thing was that he was slowly starting to feel his limbs again. Never before had he experienced such pain, such agony and humiliation.

"No shit, he's moving again." With a cocky grin, Jax slowly walked around Cal, his hand coming to a rest on his shoulder, squeezing it tightly. "Then we can put a painful end to you now, can't we?"

"F-f-fuck you", Cal sputtered out, his lungs wheezing as he took deep breaths and blinked a few times. "Gonna..k-k-kill you..all."

"Yeah, I don't think so, man", Jax said with a theatrical sigh, squeezing Cal's shoulder again in a mocking way. "But we're going to kill youᅳ sounds pretty fair if you ask me."

Happy just shook his head with a slight grin, enjoying the little show as Cal's face fell and his eyes darkened. It took a moment, a few minutes in fact, before Cal was fully able to speak and move againᅳ but his body was too weak to even attempt the latter.

"All three of us know what's goin to happen, eh?" Letting out a dry laugh, strangled by the blood that had gathered in his mouth from being used as a punching bag, Cal spit on the floor, snorting aggressively. "You killing me..won't stop that whore from thinking about me. I did..I did way too much damage for her to ever forget about me", the man taunted bravely with a playful glint in his bloodshot eyes. Even though Cal clearly had a hard time breathing properly, he still didn't shut up.

"S'many times I forced her d-down on her knees, swallowing my cock until she almost choked on it. Oh and her pussy. That beautiful, tight pussy..", Cal clicked his tongue with an appreciative nod, the most sinister smile plastered on his bruised face. "Sᅳso fuckin' tight, especially when she..when she didn't want me to fuck her. And oh, all the crying..so hot. Ever tasted her tears? If not, you definitely should. They taste like heaven."

"You're a fucking sick bastard, you know that?" Jax spat in disgust. Cal's words, his confession hanging heavy in the air causing Happy's and Jax' stomach to turn.

"You don't even know half the shit I've done and already think I'm a sicko?" Cal replied with a crooked eyebrow and a low chuckle.

"You better shut up!" Happy's body trembled as anger tore through him, anger and hatred and disgust. He couldn't listen to this shit anymore, he couldn't listen to the fucker practically admit that he raped Tessa more than onceᅳ and who knows how many more women.

He looked around briefly and grabbed the drain cleaner that sat on the floor next to some other cleaning products. "You won't be able to do that shit to Tessa or anyone else anymore. Never again."

Fear flashed in Cal's eyes when he saw the drain cleaner, but in the end he just let out a dry laugh. "And you know what I would've done to that bastard? Oh, sorry..your son", Cal spat, chuckling at his own words like the maniac he was. "I would've slowlyᅳ"

With a loud pang Cal's head snapped back, blood coating the walls behind him before his head fell forward again, his wide, open eyes staring at the dirty floor.

"Fuckin' sick bastard", Jax sneered, running a hand over his hair before shoving the gun back into the holster. He wasn't going to listen to a psychopath telling them how he would've hurt an innocent child. No, this was something Jax couldn't have handled.

Happy just stood there, sniffling aggressively as he wiped the sweat from his forehead and other parts of his face with his wrist, dropping the drain cleaner with a soft thud. "I hope he's suffered enough."

"I think he has", Jax nodded slightly before slapping Happy on the back, then squeezing his shoulder. "It's over, brother, he can't hurt Tessa or Sawyer anymore. They're safe, and that's all that matters."

"I know." Happy just grunted, looking down at the chaos the two had caused. If he was honest with himself, he would've never been completely satisfied. In his eyes, Cal deserved a lifetime of pain.

But Jax was rightᅳ all that mattered was that Cal was gone and couldn't hurt Tessa, Sawyer, Tara or anyone else anymore.

word count; 2280

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authors note; not me already having another Happy fic in my drafts, I can't do this anymore with all the ideas 😩😭 but I'm gonna write it first, see if I stay motivated to finish it and then publish it once it's done (probably gonna be a short story). And yay, Cal is finally gone 👏🏻😊