20. Rain
After the man, ‘number two’ had passed out, I went and pulled the car around to the back of the house. Elijah dragged him through the dark backyard and with my help, we threw him in the trunk.
We are home now in the garage.
I have never been out here before, it’s incredible. The floor is polished concrete, with drains throughout. The walls are lined with stainless cabinets, countertops and a sink. Bright fluorescent lights hung above us, with a metal chair in the middle of the space. A heavy partition has been pulled shut, closing the rest of the garage off to us, making this area seem like a smaller space within the home.
Once we arrived, we hauled number two out of the trunk where he was still passed out and placed him in the metal chair. His wrists are bound behind his back with a pair of handcuffs, and leather straps are latched around his ankles. I’m sure I could refer to him by his real name rather than number two, but his name doesn’t matter to me. His placement in my father’s cult does. He is number two. He enables him. He participates willingly. He has to fucking go.
“E, do we have to wait for him to wake up?” He is leaning against the countertop in the garage as I walk over to him, standing between his legs. His eyes linger on my face, from my lips to moving slowly up to my nose and then my eyes.
“Open the cabinet behind me. Grab the vegetable peeler hanging on the right side next to the meat tenderizer.”
Standing on my toes, I reach next to him, my body rubs against his. Opening the door I grab the item right where he said it would be. It is stainless, just like everything else in here.
Then he whispers in my ear, “Take the scissors on the trolly next to him, cut his sweater down the middle, all the way so he is exposed. Then use this to wake him up, little bat.”
I bit my lip, and I am giddy with excitement.
Before stepping back, I grind my pelvis against his. A game I can play as well. Last time, watching me, he couldn’t stop himself from fucking me, in the blood of our victim. This is no different, I can feel his hard cock pushing against his pants. This shit turns him on, and I am feeling as desperate as he is.
He doesn’t react.
Which only tortures me more.
Before stepping back, I nip his bottom lip and pull on it with my teeth. His decorated face remains neutral, letting me have my way with him.
I apply a little more pressure with my teeth, then let it go. He still doesn’t move but his eyes are slightly hooded. Pride erupts inside of me. But I don’t let him see it. I can play this game too. Instead, I turn around, brushing my ass against him then walk towards number two.
Placing the peeler on the trolly, I grab the pair of scissors. Pulling at the hem of his sweater, I begin cutting. As I reach the neckline, I do one more cut and the fabric parts in the middle, falling to each side exposing his somewhat hairy chest and stomach.
Tilting my head, I think about what I can do to wake him up with what I have been given. It takes me a moment, but I know exactly what needs to be done. Placing the scissors back down, I collect the peeler. I place one hand on his collarbone, pushing him up tall as he is hunched over. Then I place my other hand, with the peeler, just above his erect nipple. Applying pressure, I slowly move the blades down his chest. Blood starts to trickle as I continue, once I reach his nipple I apply more pressure, needing to make sure I get it all.
I force my peeler blades over his erect nipple and slice it clean off him. More blood begins to flow down his body. Looking up, his eyes are open slightly as his head sways from side to side.
It’s working.
I do the same to the other side, still pushing him up, I slide the peeler down. This time I move faster, using one fluid moment to slice his second nipple off. Number two yells in agony, finally becoming aware of what is happening.
Elijah walks up beside me, reaching up with a ball gag, placing it in number two’s mouth then wrapping it around his head and buckling it up.
“This should muffle some of it.” E mumbles before gripping number two’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, ink lining his fingers.
“You are our bitch now.”
E steps back and grabs a couple cords with clamps and attaches them to the metal chair. I follow the cords with my eyes, from the chair to the trolly, then off into the wall. As I follow the cords, trying to figure out what they could be for, E is already making his way over to the wall which has a red switch on it.
Without any hesitation, he flips.
Number two begins vibrating on the chair. His muscles clench and I can hear cracking sounds. His dark pants now have a wet spot on them, he has pissed himself. More snapping and tiny noises fill the space but I can’t figure out where they are coming from.
Number two’s muscles are stiff from the electricity, causing his head to vibrate viciously with his eyes squeezed shut.
Blood continues to drip down his chest and I am now noticing some coming from the corners of his mouth. A few more moments pass before E turns the switch back off. He walks back over to me. “It was his teeth against the ball breaking. His muscles were spasming, causing him to clench down even harder, causing them to break. I assume he tried to use his tongue at some point to try and stop it, but the chipped edges would have cut it.”
I don’t respond. I am taking it in.
I am not scared. More curious, wanting to learn. To make Elijah proud.
To make myself proud.
“Little bat, can you unclip the cables for me? While I teach our guest a valuable lesson. You do not touch what does not belong to you.”
Elijah’s words come out seething. His focus is solely on number two. I kneel down and unclamp the cord from where they are in the metal chair. The ends are still warm to touch as I place them back on the trolly.
As I go to stand, Elijah steps forward, his fist swings back and then connects with number two’s jaw.
“Are you fucking looking at her?”
The man tries to cough as more blood trickles out of his gagged mouth. His nose has also started to bleed.
E grips the back of the chair with his hands, his knuckles white as he boxes number two in, getting right in his face.
“You do not touch what does not belong to you. You do not look at what doesn’t belong to you.” His voice rasps with each word spoken as he continues, “You know why you are here. He tried to steal her from me. You were going to touch what is mine. You wrote your death certificate, I am only fulfilling it.”
Chills move up my spine, my mind and body are devouring each word Elijah speaks.
“Little bat, can you pass me the sledgehammer? It’s under the counter behind you.” E stays in place, not moving back. You can feel the anger radiating off his body. As I approach the counter, I bend down and see the sledgehammer lying horizontally on a couple brackets against the wall.
Gripping the wooden handle in my hand, I try to lift it but it barely budges. Bringing my other hand to the hammer. I lift it with every ounce of energy I have. It lifts off and the weight of it almost makes me drop it. Regaining my grip on it, I stand up and walk it over to E. He holds one hand out, hearing me coming up from behind. His eyes were still focused on number two.
Placing it in his strong hand, he grips the handle and I step back. My pussy is dripping. This is the hottest thing I have ever seen and barely anything has happened yet.
Leaning against the counter, I watch my man work.
ELIJAH
He had the audacity to look at her. Here in our fucking home.
Red is all I see. My vision is tunneled and this mother fucker won’t live through the night.
“We have a fire too. Your name was given to us.” I tell him, expressionless.
His eyes widened. If he didn’t think we were serious before, he does now. Which shame on him, he knows what I am capable of. What we are now capable of together. Should have never doubted this would be his fate after seeing me at his door tonight.
The idiot starts to cry, he is an absolute mess with a mixture of blood, snot and now tears running down his face. His piss soaked pants begin to invade my nose, fucking reaks like ammonia.
Fucking pig.
Letting go of the chair I step back, and my wrist begins to swing the sledgehammer, just like I would if it were my bat.
My eyes zone in on his knees.
I grip the handle now with my other hand, I need to use all my strength and with all my momentum, I raise it over my shoulder then slam it down onto his knee cap.
Muffled screams of pain and agony try to escape his mouth. As I connect, loud pops and cracks fill the air. If his leg wasn’t strapped to the chair it would be as limp as his small cock.
Not satisfied with just one knee, I do the same to the other. There is nothing more satisfying than avenging my little bat. I drop the hammer to the ground, it goes down hard, the mallet head hits the cement first, then falls to the side where I leave it.
I walk towards Rain, who is now standing where I once was against the counter. Taking my hand, I brush her pussy slowly with my fingers, over her pants, “Do you like watching me hurt people? Do you like knowing within a blink of an eye I would kill for you? Does your pussy ache from knowing you are the only one who can control me?” Her breath hitches.
“Yes. And as I would kill for you.” she whispers back. Her pupils are dilated, as I continue to tease her.
“This one is mine, little bat.”
Turning back to face the fat fucker. As much as I want to play with my food, my woman’s pussy needs me more right now.
My eyes shift around the room when I get an idea. Walking to the sink, I grab a plastic bucket from under the sink and begin to fill it with water. Once it gets half way, I turn the water off and carry it over to where he is still sitting, blubbering on like an idiot.
I begin pouring the water slowly, over his head.
It drips down his body, absorbing into his sweater and pants. Covering his face and the gag, which has metal bits on it.
Once I am satisfied with how wet he is, I bring the bucket back to the sink, then walk back towards the wall with my red switch.
“Little bat, can you clamp him please? I would say on his nipples, but those are gone.”
She giggles at my joke. Walking over to him, she puts the clamps on the metal chair again. She wants to light him up. That’s my fucking girl.
Once she is clearly back, I turn it on. My eyes are entranced. His body reacts as the water amplifies the current rushing through his body. The voltage is on the highest level.
A familiar smell begins to fill the room.
Smoke starts to come from his body.
I don’t let up.
His body starts to convulse.
Both his eyes widen.
Two thousand volts are rushing through his body.
More smoke comes from his head.
His hair begins to singe. The smell is repulsing.
Not wanting to start a fire. I turn the electricity off.
Observing for a moment, his body is limp. He doesnt move, and his head sags.
He is gone.
Now, only one remains. His time will come.