26. Killian
Chapter twenty-six
Killian
"Now, Bambi," I shake my head. As much as I enjoyed the sight of her swinging that axe, she swung at the wrong person. "That's a good practice swing. You really showed your mother's ugly fucking couch who's boss."
I try not to chuckle as her arms shake with her attempt to dislodge the weapon from where she buried it in the checkered sofa. Padding oozes out from the gash in the fabric, more of it spilling free with each fruitless shake of the axe she makes.
"It's your husband's turn."
I glance at Monty, who narrowly missed the blade last time she swung, though I'm certain she doesn't have the strength to have caused any real damage anyway. I can patch Monty up in a heartbeat— I've done it a dozen times before. That doesn't mean he needs to keep trying to appeal to her, trying to entertain some sense of rationale that may not even be there anymore.
Ivy was always our little plaything. She took what we gave her, so seeing her fight back is amusing to say the least. Especially because I know her better than she knows herself, and deep down, she doesn't want to hurt us. All she's ever wanted to do was give us pleasure. It's why she let us push her around, why she always came back, putting herself in situations where she knew we'd find her and test her boundaries, seeing how far she'd let us take it. And she let us take it all the way, eventually, giving us her ultimate submission. I could have killed her so many times... could have loaded a real bullet into the gun instead of the blank, could have pulled the trigger one more time to bury it deep inside her and watch it blow her brains out around my living room, could have let her be hit by the train, could have suffocated her on my cock and relished in her last breaths being so deeply twined with mine. I don't want her dead. I just want her to be the badass I know she can be. I want to crown her the queen of the damned, to build her a throne of the bones of those who hurt her... every last one.
Theo grips her husband by the neck and shoves him onto the ground as I sidle up behind her, running my touch down her arms to place my hands over hers. With my leverage, she's able to pull the axe free from the mutilated couch.
"A clean hit to the neck, Bambi. You already know how to go for the jugular."
She growls like the feral little thing she is, earning a chuckle from me. Theo watches her dubiously, barely using any effort to force her husband to still beneath him. The surgeon is at least a foot shorter than Theo— most people are. He's also considerably less muscular, which means as panicked as he is, he's useless to fight against this, particularly when Monty drops to his knees and pulls his hair hard, making his neck arch as he tries to get some leverage.
"Fuck you! Fucking psychos! You're sick!"
I think we've all managed to tune him out the majority of the night, and I continue to ignore him. He's not the first to launch those words at us, at me. People try to tear down what they don't understand because they don't want to deal with a constant reminder of their ignorance. And no one has ever understood the love I have for my friends. My parents accepted it, but I could tell in the way they'd look between us sometimes that they were curious about our group dynamic. They were either too scared of the answer, or too polite to ask. Regardless, they let it go and never loved me any different— quite an impressive feat, given that they weren't even my parents by blood. They had no reason to love me, and I don't think I gave them a ton, but they did it anyway. It's the same with Monty, Theo... her.
She loves me no matter what she says, no matter what she does. I think she was made for me... or maybe we were all made for each other, one exquisite package deal.
"You're hurting my feelings," I say, deadpan.
"Come on, Tiger Lily." Theo encourages. "I'd much rather be on top of you than him. Let's get this over with and make that happen, hmm?"
Monty chuckles as I help Ivy to raise the axe over her shoulder, sure to keep my face clear of the path of the blade.
"Just think about how much fun we'll have together in the future." I tell her. "You liked watching me slit Tilly's throat, remember?"
"She was innocent." Ivy gasps, her voice full of indignation despite how I can feel her resolve fading away right now.
"She wasn't innocent ." Theo laughs. "You assumed just because Killian hired her to fuck us that she was in the wrong place at the wrong time?"
Monty laughs, too, and when I look down at Ivy, I can see her mouth twitch into a frown, confusion dawning on her face. "You said you did. You said..."
"That she was a nobody." I answer. "That I told her I'd pay her money to let us all fuck her, to make you moan. And I told you that she was going to die, whether you were there or not."
Having realized he stands no chance, Ivy's husband resorts to verbal attacks now.
"You killed a woman just cause she was a fucking prostitute? But you want to act all high and mighty about what I do to my own wife?"
"You're really hung up on this, aren't you?" Monty chuckles.
"She may be your wife, but she fucking belongs to me. Did you never question my name being carved on her ass?"
The doctor's face furrows with his confusion, and I step back to put some distance between Ivy and I... enough to see that my name is still there. The lines are faint; I should have gone deeper.
"What are you— ?"
"He's never seen that." Ivy says, sensing my eyes appraising my old handiwork.
"You've never seen your wife's ass?" Theo asks, looking at Monty for an explanation. It's Ivy that provides him with one though.
"He'll only fuck me while I'm lying on my back."
Theo cackles unashamedly, and I can't help laughing as I step behind Ivy again, preparing to help her. "You say we're sick, but there's something really wrong with you, doc. I don't know if it's just a lack of creativity or what, but your boringness is really astounding."
"Fuck you!" He snaps, trying again to wriggle out from under Theo.
"I'll fuck your wife, instead, thanks." I offer him a small shrug. "But I'll do it over your dead body, if that helps."
"Do it, Ivy." Monty says, his words eclipsed by the string of profanities coming out of Ivy's pathetic husband.
She's had the axe poised this whole time, and as her fingers readjust the grip on the handle, I can tell she's readying herself.
"You've got this, Bambi. It's time for your revenge." I plant my own hands on the handle too, one above and one below so that the swing gets enough force to do this in a fluid motion. I like blood, but that doesn't mean I want to make a mess of him.
Ivy nods, and just as we're bringing the axe down, elbows me in the ribcage. It isn't hard, but that combined with her suddenly abandoning the weight of the axe on me as she slips out from between my arms, takes me by surprise. I stumble, the axe throwing me off balance in the opposite direction of where she runs.
I recover quick, but she must have been planning this, because she's already at the door by the time I turn back to her. I let the axe fall so I can chase after her, but there's no need. Monty's got a handful of her bright red hair wrapped in his hand, and he uses it to reel her back just as she gets the door open.
"Should have known you'd run." I say, walking around them to close the door as Monty falls overtop of her, pinning her beneath him so she can't try to do that again. "It was a valiant effort, Bambi, but you can't outmaneuver us. Take her back over there."
Ivy fights him in vain. Monty may be the smallest of us, lithe compared to my bulk, but he overpowers her easily, dragging her behind me as I return to Theo and the doc. As I slip the gun out of the back of my jeans, his eyes go wide. This is the least fun way to kill someone, but I'm just fucking sick of dealing with him. This kill isn't for my pleasure; it's for her freedom.
"This gun?" I kneel down, making sure he gets a good look at it. "This is what took your wife's virginity. I put it in her mouth and pulled the trigger, but the chamber only had one bullet... or rather, one blank." I chuckle, glancing up to see Ivy's face, the shock at my confession that her life was never in danger. I mean, technically blanks can be dangerous, but it wasn't a bullet in the chamber the whole time. "So, I put it in her pussy, fucked her hard and fast. I broke that hymen you think a doctor checked her for... with this." I groan at the memory of how tight she was, how much she resisted. "She didn't want to admit it, but it felt good. She came so hard my finger just... slipped over the trigger."
Her husband opens his mouth to presumably tell me I'm fucked up, and I take advantage, shoving the gun between his lips. "We enjoyed every drop she gave us. She's so fucking sweet... delicious. I bet you can't taste her anymore. It's been a while."
He gags, his watery eyes going red with the strain of how hard they're bugging out of his head as I push the barrel deeper on his tongue.
"Oh, she took it deeper than that." Theo tuts. "Come on, is that really all you've got?"
I'm not exactly giving him the chance to show us his predictably abysmal deepthroating skills, fucking his mouth with the weapon myself. My cock is hard, but it's not for the pathetic man before me, who Theo drags to his knees so I can thrust it back and forth faster. It's Ivy, watching with something burning in her eyes that's got me constricting inside my boxers. She can try to run and act like she doesn't support this or that she's not a killer, but there's a hunger in her eyes that can't be explained away... lust.
"Is her pussy dripping?" I ask Monty, glancing over to watch as he dips a hand between her legs.
Ivy doesn't even fight him as he cups her, a little whimper slipping from the back of her throat as his finger skates over her seam.
"Fuck." Monty's voice shakes over the single syllable. "She's soaked."
"Dirty bird." Theo laughs. "I knew you liked watching."
I pull the gun from her husband's mouth and hold it out to her, an invitation. "Last chance. You kill him, or we kill you both. We have no allegiance to you anymore. I can't let you go unless you're in it with us. You understand, don't you, Bambi?"
"Each chamber is loaded this time." Theo tells her. "One good shot between the eyes and it's all over."
"I— " Her breath catches as Monty continues playing with her pussy. "I can't."
I turn back to her, ignoring the doctor's loud and pathetic retching as he dry heaves.
"I'm disappointed in you, Bambi." I sigh to drive it home and then turn the gun on her husband, who stills suddenly when he sees me pointing the barrel at him.
I don't hesitate a second longer, squeezing the trigger.