A road led down the outskirts of the town, the car was going onto the offroad trail. Pietro and Dima drove to where Ilya had specified for them, expecting the encounter.
The surroundings were nothing more than endless forest, though eventually they got to a clearing with a car parked next to an abandoned house.
Dima and Pietro halted, cut the engine, and went out to check the whole thing.
"You go inside, I'll go around." - Pietro said, as he checked his gun in his pocket. - "You covered?" - He asked Dima, as he looked at him.
"Right here." - Dima answered, as he patted his chest pocket.
"Be careful." - Pietro said and went to check around the house.
Inside was messy, there was cellophane on some of the walls with spatters of what seemed like blood on them. Dima walked in further. In the room resembling the kitchen down the hall he saw them - Levin and Fillip.
"You got everything?" - Levin was asking Fillip with a mixture of anger and rush.
"This is the last of it." - Fillip picked up the box and turned around, facing Dima and the gun pointed at the two.
"Running, huh?" - Dima asked, anger seething from him.
"Ha! Move, you dumb pup, you ain't shit in here!" - Levin grabbed a knife from the table, pointing it at Dima.
The kitchen door to the garden slowly and silently opened, as Pietro walked in. He checked the parameter and it was empty. Once he opened the door - he saw two men facing Dima, as Dima held them at gunpoint. The two had their backs to Pietro.
A few soft steps and a blow to the back of the head to one of them, which held the knife in his hand, making that man fall down, lights out.
"What the..?!" - Fillip turned around to see another intruder, only to feel the blow to the back of the head, falling down.
"Knocked them out. Let's tie them up, before they wake up." - Pietro said, as he grabbed Levin and pulled him towards the wooden chair.
It took less than a minute to find ropes for Dima and Pietro - whole place was like a treasure throve with items left for torture and murder.
Levin and Fillip were tightly tied to chairs, their hands behind their backs, feet tied to the feet of the chair, hands bound so well they wouldn't be able to move. As a final thought - Pietro found some cloth to put over their heads, to make sure they panic a little.
Dima sat across from the two bastards, whilst Peitro walked around the house, checking what's in here. And pretty soon from all he saw - he gathered that these bastards used this place to kill as well. What fuckers.
Levin and Fillip awoke, moaning from pain.
"Who the fuck are you?!" - Levin roared, as he got it together. - "How dare you?!" - He shouted. But was shut down by the heavy hit across his face.
"You bastards have no weight in here to throw. What did you do to Aya?" - Dima asked.
Pietro came downstairs right after hearing the yelling, right on time to see Dima fly a punch across Levin's face, still with that rag over his head. Pietro came over.
"Pfft… Ahahahahaa!" - Fillip laughed at the question. - "What did… Pfft! What a kid!"
Now it was Pietro who landed a punch across Fillip's face.
"What did you do?!" - Dima roared in anger.
"What's it to you, boy? Missing the feeling of her wetness?" - Levin spewed vile poison as he spoke.
At that moment Dima raised his hand again to land a punch, but Pietro stopped him.
"You two jokers seem to still not get it." - Pietro said, as he made Dima sit down again. - "So what did you do, huh? Care to brag about it?"
"Fucked her, licked her, beat her… Ah, she screamed so sweetly, pleaded, so beautiful was her fire which slowly died down. Until she just stopped resisting. Her crying face when you fuck her, eyes like a dead fish, absolute treat." - Fillip spoke, like he was enjoying reminiscing about it.
Dima was about to pop off again, but Pietro's tight grip dug into his shoulder and made him sit still. Pietro whispered to Dima in the ear : "Not yet. Just a little more." Then pointed to the small recording device in his pocket, showing it to Dima. The latter grunted in disdain.
"Was Aya the only one?" - Pietro asked.
"Ha!" - Levin replied. - "As if."
"Dozens? Hundreds?" - Fillip added.
"Shut your mouth!" - Levin barked.
"Shut what? These fuckers will kill us either way!" - Fillip barked back. Levin seemed to just sit in his annoyance.
"Why did you do it?" - Pietro asked further.
"For pleasure, you sad sod." - Fillip added, it felt like he smirked, as he kept going. - "At first it was, what, some ritual shit? Then I just enjoyed the whole thing for the pleasure of it. Right, Levin?"
"Shut up, you idiot!" - Levin barked again.
"Ha! You old shit, use this to let it out, before it ends. Wallow in that for one more time, remember the sweet wet warmth and screams, the begging and pleading." - Fillip kept going and as he did, his pants bulged up. - "Oh fuck, were they just right." - HIs body seemed to twitch a little, as he let out moaning.
"Fucking idiot." - Levin remarked, as he listened.
Both Dima and Pietro were sick to their stomach from what they heard, what they saw was not that pleasing either. An absolute maniac and a sexual predator mix. What a life.
"Ahm," - Fillip moaned. - "Her dead mouth was cold, but oh so fucking go-od." - He moaned some more before his pants showed the stain of his cum, seeping through the pants to the outside.
"Pfft." - Levin chimed in. - "That did feel rather divine."
Dima and Pietro shared a glance, with which the decision was made. They left the two in the kitchen, whilst they went to get more ropes in the adjacent room, all the while listening to the two chatting about how they abused sexually and physically their victims over and over, even after their death, even when bodies turned cold, even when later they were all like statues. Absolute monstrosity.
Pietro and Dima opened the kitchen door and pulled both Filip and Levin to the garden, still tied to the chairs, still with a cloth over their faces, them still chatting shit about their exploits.
A fine tall tree was found, a ladder was put to the tree, Pietro climbed up to have the rope nooses hanging down from the thickest branch.
It did not take long, but the two men in chairs now had said noose round their necks, still with chairs bound to them.
A moment later, the ends of the rope were tied to the back of the car, the one placed by either Levin or Fillip conveniently in the back here.
Dima was one to get behind the wheel, then slowly drove a few meters a moment, hearing how the ropes tightened, seeing in rear view how the men in chairs were lifted by their necks, hanging from the tree, twitching, then eventually stopping.
Dima turned the keys and the roar of the engine stopped. He got out to see the two men hanging up close.
"Should we remove the chairs, maybe?" - Pietro asked.
"Nop. They'll cover it up." - Dima answered.
"We still gotta call in." - Pietro added.
"Give it a moment." - Dima said, as he looked at the two dead predators, hanging like broken dolls. Their piss drips down from the chairs, as they hang there.
It took a bit. Dima had to see that the two really were dead and wouldn't move.
"I want to burn these fuckers." - Dima let out, as Pietro was checking around more.
"Brother, I get you, I really do." - Pietro walked over to Dima. - "That's the divine retribution right here."
"No, their deaths were too easy." - Dima retorted.
"Well," - Pietro let out. - "Don't make yourself out to be like them. That's not what Aya would want. Get it right by all of them. Because there's really a lot more of them."
Once the call was made it took around an hour for Nikolai and other lads to drive over here. Once more - they checked, finding more victims remains scattered about the house, basement, most likely even the surrounding area. With more plans made to get all the needed things from here, Nikolai turned to Dima and Pietro.
"Don't worry about the dangly bits. We'll take care of it." - Nikolai looked at the bodies of Levin and Fillip. - "I'd do the same if I were you. Maybe even worse… Don't let it get to you, you've avenged her and many more. Now go. I'll take care of the rest."
Pitero and Dima went back to the tavern. The missing things were food and sleep. Though sleeping would be rather hard now, is what they thought. Though after a plentiful meal, a bath, laying in a fine bed did its justice of knocking them out to the sleeping realm. They slept deeply.