Chapter 41
Chapter Forty-One
Stone
Finn has Vector strung up by chains, dangling and swinging from side to side.
“You’ve no idea how ridiculous the price of a cattle prod is to be transported here so quickly,” Mr. Personality grumbles, and I smirk while Finn rolls his eyes.
“At least it can be used again. Bren could use it to keep his kids in line, right, old man?”
The Mafia don grunts noncommittally, but my smirk falls, and my blood runs cold at his words. As if realizing something triggered me, his words come out rushed. “Fuck. I’m joking, kid.”
Vector lifts his head, his bloody face distorted, but his swollen eyes still land on me, causing me to jolt under his scrutiny. He spits blood and exposes his crooked teeth as he grins maniacally in my direction. “Is he going to use it to fuck them with it too?”
You could hear a pin drop as everyone stares back at him, unable to comprehend his words. But I can because I endured it myself and saw others endure it too, who were much younger than my teenage years.
My mouth is dry, but I lick my lips in a lame attempt to wet them.
“What the fuck did you say?” Finn steps forward, with a knife drawn. His voice is deadly, and his eyes are even deadlier, but I lift my hand to stop his path.
I know enough and have witnessed enough of Vector and his actions to know his moves and motives. “He’s goading you, hoping you end him quickly.” Finn freezes, and his gaze flicks to Oscar, who gives him a sharp nod.
“No. You don’t get to escape this so easily, Vector. Not when you can plead and beg for your death. Not when you can cry for the pain to ease, and sure as fuck not when you will squeal like a pig while I tear you apart.” His head falls forward, and I grab him by his hair, forcing him to face me. “It’s repenting your sins, motherfucker, and I’m going to enjoy every damn minute of it.”
His breathing stutters as I glower at the monster who took pleasure in hurting me—one of dozens, hundreds even. As I turn and make my way over to the table of instruments used for torture, I know I will be bringing the world solace by killing a monster tonight. I’ll be freeing the world of evil and allowing the good to outlive the bad.
“Cut his clothes off him. I want him bare to me. I think we’ll start with his cock and balls. I know how much you like them.” As I give him a wink over my shoulder, he shudders, forcing a laugh to rumble from deep inside my chest.
Staring down at the table, I contemplate all the times I wished for this moment, always believing it would never be granted, but hoping one day it would.
The time he held me down and taunted me with the cattle prod, heating the end, then releasing it while laughing at the horror ravishing my body. Then, eventually, he held it to my balls until piss coated me.
The time as a young boy he pushed my head under freezing cold water while I had to beg him to stop burning me.
The time he held an iron to my chest, laughing that he was going to remove my nipple.
By the time I return to Vector, he’s stripped naked and quaking. The usually arrogant and strong man looks nothing short of a coward.
“Y-you don’t want to do this, Stone. Not really.”
I practically choke on a chuckle at his half-assed attempt to stop me. “Oh, but I do, Vector.” The first slash of my knife across his torso has him screaming out in agony, and I want to roll my eyes. We’ve barely even started.
When his dramatics settle, I wave the pliers in front of his eyes, and he attempts to push away from me, only causing him to swing. “Put the gag on him.” I point toward the leather O-ring gag. That will allow me to shove the remnants of his cock in his mouth.
Finn moves with a spring in his step and a toothpick hanging from his smug mouth makes me realize my blood family are badasses, and the fact they’re so against hurting innocents only makes me want to draw them closer. It’s odd, given I’ve only ever wanted that from Sienna, but maybe this is the first step in some sort of twisted, fucked-up relationship with them.
Vector’s eyes bulge, and he gargles around the gag, and when the door closes, I turn my head to see Oscar has left the room.
“Squeamish fucker. He always misses out on the fun part.” Finn grins while waggling his eyebrows, and I laugh at his playfulness.
Next, I grab the blow torch and stride back toward Vector. His face crumples as I press the button to ignite the flame. “I hope you’re ready to burn, motherfucker.” I grin and bring the flame to his chest.
Howls can be heard from behind the gag, and piss pours down his legs when I press the flame deeper into his skin, filling the room with the scent of burning flesh. Only when his wound is deep and gaping do I stop, then I step around his back and give his shoulder the same cruel treatment.
I turn toward Azrael and take him in. He’s leaning against an operating table with his feet crossed at his ankles. Calm and in control, he stares back at me, then gives me a sharp nod that tells me everything I need to know.
You got this.
This is justice.
This is revenge.
This is a step into your future and beyond.
With the room’s eyes on me, I clamp the tip of his cock between my pliers and slowly press down to draw out the pain for as long as possible.
He howls behind the gag, and drool and snot stream down his chin. “Pass me the salt.” I hold my hand out to Bren, who whistles before turning to grab the bucket of salt. “This is going to be a long process. Isn’t that right, Vector? Need to make the pleasure last for as long as possible.”
Bren offers me a needle, the vial filled with a powerful adrenaline that will bring his body back to life and force his cock to stand to attention, making what I’m about to do more difficult and painful for him. I take the needle and slam it into Vector’s neck. A flush of power takes over me, knowing I have all the control, all the freedom to unleash on him.
A whimper gathers somewhere in his chest, and blood oozes down his torso from the first slash of my knife. I grab the bucket of salt from Bren and dip the end of Vector’s cock in it, reveling in the howling sound he makes, only too aware of the pain it causes. There’s so much more to come, so many fucked-up things I will do to him, and when I circle him and come to a standstill behind him, he freezes. “Mm, this ass is begging to be fucked.” My voice comes out dark, but robotic, and given the way Bren’s impassive face turns into a disgusted sneer, I’m sure he can read between the lines.
“Is the cattle prod charged up?” I ask to nobody in particular.
Finn grabs hold of it and presses the button. The surge of power ricochets off the walls of the dank basement. The sound of it forces me to repress a shiver.
Bending down, I slice through Vector’s leg bindings and quickly move to place them in the ankle restraints attached to the floor. He kicks out, but it doesn’t stop me. It’s comical that he even tried because, in his new position, his ass is much more accessible.
Next, I grab the hammer from off the table and spin it so the handle is facing away from me. “Don’t worry, Vector. I’ll start you off small and build you up to the big fucker, and in-between time, we can pay some attention to that cock of yours.”
His cock is no longer shriveled and is standing, and his sorrow-filled eyes meet mine to implore me to take it easy on him.
Not a chance, motherfucker.
Moving around him, I rest the hammer handle between his ass cheeks. He cries out and fails miserably to move away from the inevitable. Slowly, I push it in until I meet the resistance of his asshole, then, with a sly grin on my face, I slam it inside him. Every cell in my body ignites with delight at the squeal that erupts from him and the way he thrashes about. I sit it inside his ass, as far as I can push it, giving him time to feel every fucking inch of it, then slowly, I withdraw it, letting him feel every splinter of wood as I pull it free. Blood coats it, along with what I can only imagine is muscle and possibly organ of some sort.
Vector pisses more when Finn sparks up the cattle prod again, illuminating Finn’s bright-blue eyes that mirror my own. I know how painful this is going to be for Vector, having endured being covered in salt after they burned me so brutally. Karma is coming, and I fucking embrace the feeling of ecstasy that comes with the knowledge of it.
I repeat the action between taking another slice of his cock and forcing it down his throat with my bloody fingers. He vomits multiple times, and I’m hit with an image of having been forced to eat my vomit and, as if hearing my thoughts, Azrael steps up beside me, handing me a spoon.
Only as I turn to accept it, and our fingers meet, a memory of him previously handing me a spoon flickers through my mind like an old movie. Benito was watching over us, and Azrael asked if it was necessary. “Of course it is. You can’t make a mess and not be willing to clear it up. Now, eat up, Stone. We don’t want to have to starve you again, do we?”
Azrael cracks his neck from side to side, a giveaway of his when he is uncomfortable.
I take the spoon from his hand and deliver the vomit to Vector. Every fucking inch of his cock is forced down his throat, and Bren slaps Vector’s shirt over the open wound along with tape to prolong his life and allow me to continue with my assault on his flailing body.
Staring down at his bloody ass, I motion toward the cattle prod, and Finn slips it into my hands. I never thought I would hold such an instrument used to cause agony in the most intense of ways, but I tilt it and push, surging inside Vector’s gaping ass. His back arches, the sound coming from him is garbled and can only be described as the sound of hell, so when my finger hovers over the power button, I smile with vengeance, but also a promise.
“I’m going to burn you alive from the inside out, Vector, and I’m going to love every damn minute of it.”
I press the power button, and finally, I feel free.