Satin Awakening

Peter strolled into the office. It had been two weeks since Squeeze had been "Killed", yet he and Tony were no closer to finding the culprit then they were when this all started. Peter sat down and began scrolling through his messages, then he went through the paper messages that were stacked on the desk. He was frustrated, they had zero leads. The only one they did have turned up dead. Vlad was still missing. Both Peter and Tony were sure he was buried somewhere right beside Jimmy Hoffa. Vlad had just gone up in smoke, and the Little Ballerina's bar was closed for renovations, the sign said.. The word on the street was that the number one suspect for the shooting, Marcantonio had gotten mixed up with some bad actors. They could not say who did it or how it happened. Nobody really cared he was a douchebag by all accounts.

"You are looking like the cat that caught the canary" inquired Tony, "Are you still bangin' that stripper?"

Peter looked up, annoyed but stayed silent.

"You know she is a landmine ready to go off! When she does she will take off your leg at best, at worst she will take both legs and you will be using your tiny dick as a crutch to get around". he laughed.

"Tony, have I told you not to quit your day job? Quipped Peter. "Well I am serious, DON'T! You are about as funny as a truckload of dead babies! Hey, By the way could you do me a solid, brother?"

"Only if you agree that I am funny!" Shot back Tony. " I would love to, did your hot Bambaleet finally realize that she needs a real man?"

"You are over the top, Man" Smiled Peter "Today is Squeeze's grand unveiling. They are taking the bandages off. I am booked in court this afternoon. Could you drop in and check on our star witness. I heard he has been issuing some strong orders and demands. Just remind the rat bastard what his position really is and let him know I will be along to see him."

"Got it Chief!" Tony had turned already heading to the door, thinking he had just enough time to scarf down a couple of empanadas before heading over to the hospital to talk to Squeeze.

After a brief chat with the officer on duty, Tony walked into Squeeze's room. He was sitting up on the bed. His back to the door, gazing out the window. Detective Lemme stared at the huge scar that was the exit wound on the back of Squeeze's scalp.

"Mr. Lemon, it's Detective Lemme, do you mind if I come in? He asked.

"Another thrill seeker, come to see the sideshow freak?" He snapped.

As Tony approached the side of the bed, Squeeze did not move.

"I am thinking of changing my name to Zipperhead, " he smirked, turning to look at Tony. "What do you think?"

Tony stopped in his tracks, before him was a man with a shattered face. Thankfully, a patch covered his missing eye. The scar went from the top of his eye socket up through his hairline which now had a jagged part in his hair that followed the bullet's trajectory. He was going to have a huge bald spot and scar where the bullet had exited. His face still swollen, he was unrecognizable as a man to Tony, Actually he looked barely human. His remaining eye was still puffy and bruised black, almost swollen shut.

"Jesus, man". Tony usually would have had something not very funny to say, but he just stared at the creature before him. "Jesus". was all he could muster.

"When are they going to let me outta here?" Squeeze asked

"Well that, my man, is a complicated issue, you see everyone still thinks you are dead. So there is no rush to spring you from the hospital. Unfortunately, we have zero leads and the only one we had was a scumbag named Marcantonio. So we got nothin', except you." Said Tony with as much pity as he could find.

"Dante Marcantonio?" Asked Squeeze. "That fucking low life is responsible for this!" He snarled pointing to his blown apart head.

"We think so, his car was seen leaving the parking lot trying to burn rubber in that shitty storm. Now he is dead. He lost his head, you might say. Not as lucky as you, Zippernhead" Tony chuckled.

"Fuck you" Spat Squeeze, staring at Lemme with his one weeping, bruised eye.

"Speaking of getting outta here, where is the other dickhead that works with you." Asked Squeeze. "The prick who was going to give me up."

"You mean good ol Pete? Asked Tony. He is fucking the crap outta that cooze from the strip club, You know? What is that bitches name....Tony thought out loud. "Kristal! That's it Kristal! I bet he is balls deep into Kristal's palace right now! Now, that is funny!, if I do say so myself""

The mood in the room instantly changed. The change was palpable, Squeeze features became darker, no they became menacing! He turned his back to Tony and stepped toward the window.

"You know Pete uses that BDSM shit and all the girls fall for that control crappola. Are you OK, Mr. Lemmon? Asked Tony, changing the subject.

"Detective, I am exhausted and need more time to heal, you tell ol' dickhead Pete. I will be seeing him real soon! " Whispered Squeeze.

"OK man, get some rest, there is a policeman outside if you need anything, In the meantime just stay put. We will figure everything out and you'll be back to normal faster than you think." Said Tony confidently.

Tony turned and left the room, Squeeze did not go to bed, instead he walked up to the mirror and took a long look at his destroyed face. As he stared at the scars, swelling and bruising the reality of what had happened to him began to really sink in. His dreams to date consisted of Krystal finding out about what happened and taking care of Squeeze the rest of his days. She could see past his disfigurement, and accept him as a man. Accept him as the man who would take her away from her life as a stripper. Squeeze did not listen to the therapist's suggestion to keep positive, instead he began a downward spiral to somewhere dark.

His dreams of a life ever after had been shattered not only by Dante's bullet but Peter stepping in and snatching Krystal. He realized now that Ol' Pete was not just a lousy client. He had stolen Krystal away from Squeeze. She would never accept him or fall in love with the monster he had become. He would never have a chance with that bitchass detective around. If she wanted BDSM. He was going to make sure she would fucking get that lifestyle for sure!

"Yeah, baby" Squeeze said with venom "I will show the darkest, most disgusting side of BDSM. Shit you have never even imagined. And when I am finished you are going to look worse than I do. Then you will have no choice but to love me because no one else will ever give a second look to a skanky ass bitch whose face will be worse than mine.

Squeeze smiled into the mirror, it was a cruel, disgusting smile. His scabs split open releasing shiny liquid that coated his already grotesque face. In the harsh hospital lights he looked like death himself. In his mind he already was, Death. With that in mind he began to diabolically plan his escape and retribution against Krystal and good ol' Pete.