Chapter 6 Dragon #2
Dragon nodded as he walked over to the cabinet and removed a protective suit.
"You may want to put one on too." He tossed one to Richie, who put it on.
All the while, Officer Lawrence was cursing at them, calling them every insult he could think of, but they ignored him.
For Dragon, he enticed him. For months, he'd been fantasizing about this moment.
He was going to make it last as long as he could.
Once his feet and clothes were protected, he walked back over to Officer Lawrence and grabbed his scalpel again.
His lethal gaze zeroed in on the man snarling at him.
He saw the rage, but more glaring was the fear.
Officer Lawrence was terrified, and he should be.
Dragon's cock wasn't hard; killing didn't arouse him the way it did his youngest brother, Maverick.
For him, when he got in that mode, it was all about completing the mission.
His emotions cut off, and all that was left was the monster that lay dormant in his soul.
This was the first time Richie was going to see this side of him, and at first, he was nervous.
Richie had seen him once when he'd lost all sense of control—the day he'd caught this son of a bitch, Officer Lawrence, raping him.
He knew he'd worried Richie then, seeing him in that state of berserk.
The days he'd spent in the SHU left him wondering if he'd lost Richie forever.
If the gentle nerd had seen the murderous side of him and wanted to flee.
All of his fears vanished once they were reunited, and he was inside of his man, bringing them both to pleasure.
He knew then that he'd truly found his soulmate—the man who accepted him for everything that he was.
The good, the bad, the ugly, and the sexy.
Not only did Richie want him to unleash his monster on Officer Lawrence, but he wanted to watch.
Still, Dragon wondered if Richie could handle it. What had Richie experienced in the time he'd lived in the clubhouse? Was this going to be his first torture event? He held his scalpel in his hand as he looked at Officer Lawrence's naked flesh.
"What's wrong?" Richie asked.
Dragon turned to him and swallowed. "Maybe you should wait outside."
Richie shook his head and rose, making his way to Dragon. He took Dragon's face into his hands. "Are you scared that I won't be able to handle it?"
Dragon nodded. Honesty was always their golden rule. Lies and lack of communication ruined relationships. "It's a side of me that you haven't seen before."
Richie kissed him. "There's no side of you that could ever make me not love you.
Or leave you. I know you're a killer, Dragon.
You're the fucking Lord of Chaos' head enforcer.
I'm no delicate flower that needs to be protected.
" He released Dragon's handsome face and then returned to his chair. "Do what you do best."
Dragon smiled then; Richie's support meant the world to him. "Fucking you is what I do best. Making you scream my name when I'm deep inside of you is what I do best." He paused just to take in the beauty of his man. "Loving you is what I do best."
Richie laughed and nodded. "I stand corrected. I love you, too. Okay, do what you do second best."
Dragon pointed at him. "That's more like it." The weight he'd felt before was lifted with Richie's approval. Officer Lawrence was in for a long day. Dragon's monster slipped back into place, and Officer Lawrence's eyes widened because he knew he was in trouble.
"You don't have to do this; you can send me to jail. I'll admit to what I did," Officer Lawrence said.
Dragon didn't say anything; instead, he grabbed Officer Lawrence's nipple and sliced it off. Blood gushed from the wound, and Officer Lawrence screamed in pain as he looked down to see the damage that was done.
"Holy fuck! You sick fuck!" Officer Lawrence cursed.
Dragon was quiet and calm as he cut off the man's other nipple, and again, Officer Lawrence screamed and shook in his restraints. Dragon sliced the blade of his scalpel along Officer Lawrence's abdomen, his gaze on the blood running like mini rivers from the man's wounds.
"Did you ever think this day would come when you were touching what didn't belong to you?" Dragon asked him, their eyes locked.
"Fu—fuck you," Officer Lawrence said as tears and snot ran freely. "Your faggot boyfriend can't fuck anyway."
Dragon laughed. "He just didn't want to fuck you, and from what I heard, your cock was too skinny and short to do anything anyway worthwhile.
It was good that you came quick so that he didn't have to endure your.
.. how should I put it?" Dragon pretended to be thinking.
"Ah, yes... inadequacies longer than he had to. "
"Is that one of your 'words of the day', baby?" Richie asked.
Dragon tossed him a smile and nodded. "Learned it this morning."
"Fucking illiterate bitch, think you're better than me," Officer Lawrence said.
"I'm not illiterate; I read your ass just fine," Dragon taunted, then stabbed the blade into Officer Lawrence's cheek and sliced, splitting the man's flesh to his mouth. The blood gushed as the skin peeled back, flapping as he screamed.
"Jesus," Richie said.
Dragon turned. "Are you okay?"
Richie swallowed, then nodded. "Yeah, I may need some water, but I'm okay. Keep going. He deserves it."
"We can take a break whenever you need to," Dragon told him.
Richie shook his head. "Just let me get some water. I'll be back."
Dragon watched his man leave the room, then he turned back to Officer Lawrence. "I'm going to fuck you up, motherfucker. When I think about your hands on Richie, your cock in his mouth and ass, all I see is blood. I won't be happy until my dream comes true."
"Ple—"
Dragon grabbed his chin, stopping the man from talking. "Stop begging me for mercy. You waste your efforts."
The door opened, and Richie entered with a bottle of water he was drinking. He sat down and nodded. "Okay, continue."
Dragon obliged.
Three hours later, Dragon had removed both of Officer Lawrence's eyes, tongue, nose, fingernails, and toenails, then the fingers and toes.
He'd sliced pieces of the man's flesh from his body—shallow cuts that bled just enough to cause pain, but not kill him.
At one point, Richie did end up vomiting when Dragon removed the man's eyes, but he didn't want Dragon to stop.
Officer Lawrence was reduced to a whimpering mess, and the plastic under him was covered with his blood and piss.
Dragon's protective outfit was also splattered with the man's blood, just the way he wanted.
"I bet you wish I'd just kill you already, right?" Dragon asked him, then laughed.
Officer Lawrence could no longer form words. He could no longer cry; all he could do was pray silently.
Dragon grabbed the man's cock. "You know this has to go. This pathetic piece of flesh between your legs that you decided to assault my man with. Just like I cut off the fingers you touched him with, I'm going to cut this fucking shit off too."
"Baby, wait," Richie said, and Dragon halted his blade.
He turned to his man. "Are you okay?" he asked, always concerned for Richie's well-being.
Richie nodded as he walked over to him. "I want to cut it off."
Dragon arched both brows, then nodded as he released Officer Lawrence's genitals and handed his man the knife. Richie took it and looked at the blood-stained blade; then his eyes targeted Officer Lawrence.
"You really made him suffer," Richie said as he got a closer look at the gruesome wounds.
"He deserved it and more," Dragon said.
"Can you grab it? I never want to touch his cock again," Richie said.
"Sure, babe." Dragon took hold of Officer Lawrence's flaccid cock, holding it out for Richie to do whatever he wanted to do.
Richie stared at the flesh that had been used to torment him for weeks, and he felt his rage rise to a boiling point.
He wanted to see it ripped from the man.
In an act of animalistic violence, Richie began slicing the skin as tears flowed from his eyes.
He screamed as he cut through all of the tissue, veins, and everything he could until the man's penis was severed.
Officer Lawrence screamed, his body shaking erratically as agony coursed through him.
While still in his blood-lust rage, Richie began to stab Officer Lawrence's torso over and over as he screamed obscenities.
The pain of everything that man did to him seemed to turn to ash and blow away with every stab until he felt the rage and humiliation die down.
Dragon stood back after he tossed the man's severed cock on the plastic. He watched as Richie vented all of his anger, pain, shame, and sorrow. He wanted all of that nastiness out of Richie's system, and he made sure Richie did what he needed to do to cleanse himself.
Officer Lawrence's body was butchered so badly that he resembled a slab of bloody beef.
Richie's last stab left him exhausted, and he staggered back, his clothes and face mask covered in blood.
Dragon caught him before he lost his footing and lifted him into his arms. Richie wrapped his arms around Dragon's neck, and Dragon walked over to the door, kicking it.
"Hey, open up," Dragon called out to his brothers on the other side.
Big Dick opened the door, and Dragon carried Richie into the bathroom they used to clean up afterward. Dragon placed him on the toilet, then knelt in front of him.
"Hey, baby, are you okay?" he asked Richie.
Richie nodded. "I... I didn't know that I had that in me."
"Everyone has it in them, and you unleashed yours on the right person," Dragon said.
"I'm sorry about the mess," Richie said as he looked down at all of the blood.
Dragon chuckled. "Don't worry about it. That's what this place is for."
Richie nodded, then leaned over, hugging Dragon. "Thank you. Thank you so much."
Dragon held Richie closer. "It's all over, baby." He knew it was over, as it was almost as if he could feel all of that trauma leave Richie in their embrace.
They shared their moment, and once Dragon knew Richie was going to be okay, he told him to get clean and left to return to the kill room.
"You two did a real number on this motherfucker," Bear said as he began wrapping Officer Lawrence's corpse in plastic. Both Big Dick and he were dressed in protective clothing.
"I wish I could resurrect that fucker and start all over," Dragon said. "Need a hand?"
"We won't turn any help down," Big Dick said.
The cleanup was quick and efficient, and Dragon watched as Big Dick and Bear drove off to deal with the corpse. Dragon had already cleaned up and was back in his cut.
Richie came up behind him, wrapping his arms around Dragon's waist, then laid his head on Dragon's back. "I love you so much, baby."
Dragon smiled, then turned around, still in Richie's embrace. He lifted Richie's face to his and kissed his man. "You're the other half of me, baby. The best half. You're my world."
Richie grinned up at Dragon. "Who knew that the day we ended up sharing a prison cell, we'd find the love that was destined for us?"
"Damn, that was poetic," Dragon said, then kissed Richie again.
Finally, they'd closed the book on that chapter of their lives, and it was time to turn the next page. Dragon wanted to take that next step with Richie. But first, he had to deal with the fucking triad.
"Let's go," Dragon said.
Richie nodded and followed Dragon out. Dragon locked the door, then climbed on his bike, holding it steady as Richie climbed on behind him. He kicked the bike to life, then rode off.