Cassidy
Seeing Benjamin naked and hanging from a hook gives me a sick sense of satisfaction. He’s stripped bare, vulnerable, and weak. He’s everything he made me feel from the moment he took me until the day we were rescued.
“Hayley! Don’t you fucking listen to them. They have you brainwashed. They have you fucking brainwashed, Hayley. You love me.”
The sound of his voice has the meager contents of my stomach curdling, but I refuse to give him power over me again.
I spin on my sneakers to face him.
If I didn’t know it was him hanging there, it would take me a while to figure it out, since his face is so disfigured and swollen. He’s bleeding profusely from various cuts in his body, and his knees look obliterated. He must be in so much pain. The thought thrills me.
I take the hammer from Warrior, and he gives me a wink.
“Tell us what you need, Little Demon, let’s make him pay,” Killa says, and his strength radiates from him when he steps up behind me, having my back.
“C-Can you pull his legs into the splits?” I ask.
Killa nods, and one of his brothers steps forward.
He snaps metal cuffs onto Benjamin’s ankle, then threads a chain through the loop hanging from them, and the clanking of the metal has me wincing.
Killa places his hand on my hip, as if sensing my turmoil, and whispers, “You got this, Little Demon. Make him pay.”
“Hayley, stop this nonsense!” he bellows, and thrashes against his restraints, but his pleas fall on deaf ears. I’ve never felt so alive and in complete control as I do right now.
“Tighter,” I demand when his legs are pulled apart.
“Spread them, little bitch!” I bellow, repeating the very same words once said to me. “You’re about to learn.”
“Hayley. I-I’m warning you!”
“You’re going to give me exactly what I demand.” I say the words he once said.
“Don’t you dare!” he warns. “You don’t want to do this, Hayley.”
I scoff, done hearing his bullshit.
“Can you wrap his mouth with tape?”
“Can do whatever you want, sweetheart,” Savage says.
“That’ll keep you quiet while I play.” I mock in a tone foreign to my own ears.
Once it’s wrapped around Benjamin’s mouth, I step up to face him.
The demonic look in his eyes that has always blinded me with terror is absent. In its place is a pathetic excuse for a man, one pleading for mercy, but he will receive none. Just like I never did.
I place the hammer between his legs, and with all my might, I withdraw it, only to slam it up as hard as possible, hitting the flesh between his cock and his ass. One blow after another. And another. And another.
“Fuck!” Slash chides.
His bodily fluids gush onto the concrete floor while the brothers shift uncomfortably, and I take delight in the screeching muffled behind the tape and the way his eyes bulge and sweat drips from his forehead.
“That’s for hurting my mama!” I scream.
My chest heaves. “Scissors!” I demand, and hold out my hand, no longer feeling any pain as adrenaline feeds the violence in my bloodstream.
Large scissors are placed in my hand, and Benjamin’s eyebrows shoot up.
“Is she gonna—” Slash’s sentence cuts off when Benjamin’s balls fall to the ground in a grizzly mess.
Retching can be heard from behind me, but I ignore it and ask for a scalpel, then slice through his nipples, one after the other.
And finally, I carve into his chest.
“This is for my boy.”
Killa steps up beside me. “For Noah.”
The brothers take turns stepping forward and reading the words on Benjamin’s chest, bringing with them solitude.
“For Noah.”
“Unholy to the core,” Killa whispers.