Hulk Chapter #2
Hazard sauntered over. His knife had remained in his hand, as if he knew it would be needed, so he hadn’t cleaned it.
He happily handed it to me. The handle molded to my palm.
I studied it. I liked everything about it: the grip, the weight, the wicked sharpness of the blade.
I’d have to ask him later where he got it.
“Use it with my blessing,” my brother told me.
Before I got started on the man on the table, who was watching me with a crazy gleam in his eyes, Celeste came up to me.
“What’re you going to do with that?” she asked.
“Make him bleed. Remember, leave if this is too much for either or both of you. It’s about to get bloody, Troublemaker,” I warned her one last time.
The fierce expression she wore went with her next words. “Make it rain blood. And once he starts singing, remove the tape so we can hear him. Capri needs to be able to replace her screams.”
My pride in my old lady grew even more. She was the kind of woman a man like me needed at his side.
She wasn’t squeamish, and she believed in retribution and justice.
Unable to resist, I dropped my mouth on hers and gave her a deep kiss before breaking away.
She remained where I left her. She had a front-row seat to what was about to happen.
Before starting, I slipped on latex gloves.
One reason was to protect myself from his blood as much as possible.
Second was to help maintain my grip as the hilt got bloody and slippery, which always happened when you cut a lot.
Then, I slid up to the side of the table.
Erickson’s gaze was locked onto me. He was still looking crazy, but I thought I detected a glimmer of fear.
I wanted to change that to nothing but fear.
Methodically, I began my preparation. I made one-inch slices all over his skin.
I started at his neck and worked my way south.
I wasn’t worried about turning him over.
These cuts would be more than enough. I included the palms of his hands and the soles of his feet.
I made them deep enough to draw blood, but not so deep that he was in danger of bleeding out on us.
If he went in that direction, Bones was here to help stop it.
We didn’t want him dying before he endured punishment.
While I worked on him, he tried to wiggle away, and his muffled screams told us that they hurt.
A few times, I paused to check on how the ladies were doing.
Although Capri was slightly pale, she was watching everything.
Celeste had a satisfied look on her face.
Agony and Dare had moved over to stand with my old lady.
Capri’s protectors still surrounded her.
When I was satisfied with the number of cuts, I paused to address the women. “Forgive me, but I decided I have to expose him fully. If you prefer not to see him, turn your heads,” I advised.
I figured Capri would be the one who might feel squeamish to see his cock after what he did with it. Celeste shook her head. Capri’s protectors murmured to her, but she shook her head, so they subsided and, as one, gave me chin lifts to proceed.
Two slices of the knife on either side of his boxers and a hard yank had him totally exposed. His cock lay limp, not that I expected him to be erect. Seeing it, I thought he was underwhelming. Suddenly, Celeste spoke.
“God, is that what he used on her? Christ, tampons are way bigger than that. No wonder he has to drug and rape a woman to have sex. If one saw that pathetic thing sober, she’d laugh him out of town.”
Her words kicked off heckling from the others in the room. Their remarks were brutal, and his whole body flushed red, where the blood wasn’t already painting it red. As the laughter and ridicule died away, a final remark, one I didn’t expect, came through.
“Jesus, my virginity will grow back in a year after that thing was used,” Capri said with disgust.
She screwed her face up to show nothing but disgust mixed with contempt. Her remark sent Erickson into a frenzy, trying to get free. The rest of us laughed. By the time we settled down, Soren came down the stairs with a bag. He brought it to me.
“Thanks, man,” I told him.
Taking the bag to the regular table, I lay down the knife.
I’d clean it at the end, then give it back to Hazard.
Rifling through the bag, I smiled. He’d gotten all the things I’d asked for in a decent quantity.
I removed the first item. I held it up so the others could see.
The excited murmur told me the guys figured out what I was about to do.
I wasn’t sure if the women had. Walking back to the bound nutcase. I held it up.
“I thought this would be the first attempt at driving the evil out of you. I’m performing my brand of an exorcism to drive the demon inside of you out. I won’t lie. It’s gonna hurt,” I informed him seconds before I opened the container and got to work.
I scooped out a handful of salt and rubbed it onto the lacerations on his neck and upper chest. It took a few seconds for it to register.
When it did, Erickson’s muffled scream restarted.
His body bucked at his restraints. I never stopped until I reached the bottom of his feet.
His whole body had broken out into a sweat.
It mingled with the blood and salt, making it more potent, I think.
As he lay there crying and making moaning sounds, I went back to the bag for my next item. Capri came up to me.
“You doing okay, sweetness?” I asked.
“I am. What’re you using next?”
I took it out of the bag and showed her. Her eyebrows rose, then she nodded. “That’s gonna hurt like hell. Can you take off the tape? I need those screams.”
“Anything for you.” I kissed her on the cheek, then went back to the metal table.
I held up my prize. Excited murmurs broke from all my brothers’ throats. I made sure Erickson saw it. His eyes bugged out. I paused to tear off the gag.
“Please, don’t,” he whimpered.
“There’s no begging here. You don’t get to say no or opt out. I’ll stop when I believe you’ve had enough.”
Twisting off the cap, I poured a small amount of the lemon juice on his neck, letting it run down to his shoulders and chest. His scream was at a decibel level I hadn’t heard in a long time.
Like with the salt, I worked down his body, making sure the lemon juice coated every cut.
I used my gloved hand to rub it in. By the time I was at his feet. He was a quivering, sobbing mess.
Not wanting to rush the next step, I left him there to wallow in the pain of it. I took off the bloody gloves to change into a clean pair. As I did, my brothers were congratulating me on my thoroughness. I wasn’t done yet. Celeste came up to me.
“Hey, babe, you okay?” I asked.
“What you’re doing is diabolical. And I don’t feel an ounce of pity for him. I should feel bad that I feel that way, but I don’t,” she confessed.
“Don’t be. He’s not innocent, and there’s no guarantee that he hasn’t done this before. Shit, we should’ve asked him,” I growled.
“I’ll ask him now,” she said, then walked off to stand over him.
“Open your eyes. I want you to look at me,” she snapped.
When he didn’t, she came back to my table, took a pair of gloves out of the box I had, and put them on before returning to him.
“I said, LOOK AT ME!” she shouted as she slapped his face hard. That did the trick. His eyelids flew open. He focused hazily on her.
“I want to know. Who else did you stalk, drug, and rape like you did Capri? How many have there been?” she snapped.
“N-none. I would never rape a woman,” he whispered raggedly.
Celeste, in a blink, grabbed both his nipples and twisted them so damn hard I thought she might rip them off by hand. He shouted in pain.
“Tell me, or the next thing I do is take that knife you’re familiar with and slice these fuckers off. We’ll see how they like the salt and lemon juice bath,” she snarled.
It was totally the wrong place and time, but seeing her so fierce made my cock jump.
The fucker began to harden. Goddamn, I was getting off on watching my woman being a badass.
Fuck, I never thought that would happen.
Erickson breathed raggedly, but didn’t say more.
Or he didn’t until he saw Celeste turn away from him toward the table where the knife and bag rested.
“No, no, please! Don’t. Okay, I admit. There have been women before Capri, but none of them were as amazing as she is. I thought they were the ones for me, but they weren’t.”
“I want names and places, motherfucker, right now!” Celeste screamed in his face.
And just like that, with her back to twisting the shit out of his nipples, prepared to tear or slice them off, he spilled out three names along with the cities.
They were in North Carolina, South Carolina, and Tennessee.
I saw Wire taking down the information. He’d get on discovering how they were doing.
If we could help them in some way, we would.
Capri rushed over to me. Her eyes were slightly crazed. “What else is in your bag?” she asked in a rush. I opened it so she could see.
“Do it. Now. Make him wish he were dead, not for me, but for those other poor women. Make him beg for death,” she hissed.
“For all of you,” I agreed.
Spartan and Lethal came forward and gently led her back to their protective circle.
I grabbed the last item and went to the table.
Celeste stayed where she was, though she had let go of his nipples.
Her eyes lit up when she saw the last item.
Erickson merely moaned and whimpered when he saw it.
Opening the bottle, I did my routine again, only this time it was hot sauce I was rubbing into his wounds.
The capsicum would burn like fire. It was the hottest variety we could find. Most of us loved that shit.
The rapist writhed in his restraints, and his yells were agonized.
Eventually, they died down to sobs and gut-deep moans of utter misery.
I wasn’t sure if there was more we could do to him to make him hurt.
The end was upon us. Not my longest torture session, but an effective one.
I was about to ask if anyone had other ideas when Capri came to stand beside me, opposite her aunt. She wore gloves and held the knife.
“You forgot a spot,” she said, then pointed right at his cock.
The murmur of shared pain at the thought ran through the basement. All of us men flinched. Not that we wouldn’t or hadn’t done something to a guy’s junk before.
“You’re right. Would you like to do the honors, or have me do it?” I asked.
“I don’t think I can stand to touch it. I’m sorry.”
“You have nothing to be sorry for. I don’t know if I was the person he hurt that way, I’d be able to do it either,” I reassured her.
“I can do it,” Celeste clearly and firmly said.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“Oh, yeah, I’m more than sure.”
Seeing her resolve, I gestured for Capri to hand over the knife to her aunt. Celeste took it. However, Capri stayed right where she was. I watched as my old lady made precise cuts all over his flaccid shaft. She handled him roughly, with utter contempt.
When she was done, Capri was ready with the salt container.
I stepped back and let them go at it. They did it in stages, as I had.
His screams were hoarse and fading. Tears and snot ran down his face.
A puddle formed under him, running off the table onto the floor.
It wasn’t all blood and lemon juice. The strong scent of urine wafted up.
When they were done, he was barely conscious.
The women stepped away, and I monitored them as the knife was put back and the gloves removed. Then they were in each other’s arms, crying. I hated to see it, but I knew they needed the release and closure.
“Hulk, his pulse is thready, and his respirations are up. He’s going into shock.”
Bones’s voice drew my attention back to the sack of shit on the table. I knew what he was warning me of. It was possible Erickson would slip away if the shock was too much. Or his heart could give out unexpectedly, even though he was young. I gave Bones a chin lift.
“Thanks, Bones. Alright, it’s time to end this. We have Christmas to look forward to, along with an intense few days before the big day. I don’t know about you guys, but I’d rather be doing that than spending more time in this fucker’s presence. He’s stunk up our air long enough,” I announced.
The roar of approval from my brothers and the prospects was loud and affirmative. I waited until they were quiet before I asked the ladies. “Are you alright with me ending it now?” I asked softly.
They were no longer huddled together. Their eyes were red and wet.
Both of them said yes, loud and clear. Not wanting to delay it any longer.
I snagged up Hazard’s knife and returned to Erickson.
I slapped Erickson’s face until he cracked his eyelids open to stare up at me without recognition. Yeah, he was toast.
“Enjoy hell,” I told him before driving the sharp point of the knife into the hollow at the base of his neck. After twisting the knife in a full circle, I withdrew it. Blood pumped from the wound. It wouldn’t take long for him to bleed out.
“Take your family and go home. We’ll take care of this piece of shit,” Nitro announced.
The rest of the protector squad, as I now thought of them, nodded.
And just like that, I left them to make arrangements for disposal and cleanup.
I wasn’t even allowed to clean Hazard’s knife.
I was exhausted as I escorted my ladies out to the SUV we had come in.
Dare and Agony offered to drive us back.
It was a silent ride as I sat in the back.
I held Celeste, and she held Capri. I prayed that this would help Capri heal and not cause her more pain and fear.