56. Reign
CHAPTER 56
Reign
“ A nna,” his distorted voice called to the only crutch he had left. The daughter that brought me to his dwelling to be his damnation. “You allow him to treat me like this in my own home!” Fat tears clouded his swollen eyes as he howled at her. “In the home I raised you in after your defective mother abandoned us?”
Anna sobbed softly in the threshold to the kitchen, unsure of my next move. My eyes scanned the area meticulously, locating the sink with the little switch hanging off to the left side.
“This house,” Anna sniveled in the silence. Dusty air settled around us as I dragged his body closer to the sink. “Was never a home for me. I was a reminder of the woman you hated most in the world. I was an uninvited guest here.” Her voice increased in power as she pulled herself together.
Her back straightened as she stepped closer to his vile body that was seconds away from mutilation at my hand.
“She never wanted you.” He wretched, his craggy breaths were pained yet slick with scorn.
“No, Daddy.” My vixen’s voice took on a coy edge that got my cock hard. “She never wanted you.” She layered emphasis on the last word.
“You fucking worthless slut!” His saliva flung across the room, thick with flesh that was separating from his filthy mouth.
“I’ve heard enough.” My demeanor remained calm as I shoved his hand down the garbage disposal. His cries echoed in the quiet kitchen, drowning out the slap of Anna’s hand as she covered her face. “That’s a good girl, my little vixen.” I glanced at her eyes that were little slits visible only between her fingers as she watched in horror. “Let me take care of all your problems. I want you to remain blind to the horrors of this life.”
I shoved his broken wrist further down until the flaccid limb was nearly elbow deep before using my pointer finger to flick the switch on. The sound that came out of Randall was deafening. Warmth hit my face as I was bathed in the crimson liquid that spurted from the disposal. Chunks of flesh and fingers shot up into our faces until something lodged it, muffling the blades as the mechanism failed.
Randall was hanging on by a thread to his consciousness as I pulled his arm out of the disposal. The sound of the appliance filled my ears as it attempted to break down the human meat that clogged it. The kitchen reeked of blood, and the spray reached unimaginable heights.
“Wow, Randall.” I chuckled, blinking bloody chunks out of my eyes. “What the fuck kind of death disposal do you have here?” I laughed harder. “You must’ve tweaked this to be a torture device.” I’d meant to really scare the piss out of him. Garbage disposals didn’t have real blades, so to speak, but this one did.
Snot ran down the man's face as he clung to his pathetic life. “You must be one sick motherfucker.” I snarled. “Thank God I got here in time to save my sweet Anna. ”
I grabbed one of the knives out of the block, tossing his body to the floor. He landed with a wet thud. I took a kitchen rag and slovenly wiped down my face, clearing it of the red stain that I was sure marred it.
I got down on the floor and started with his dirty bare feet, slicing the toe prints off them, one by one. Then, cutting each toe off, adoring the sounds of bones snapping and crunching like raw carrots. He spat up blood that bubbled out of his chest, choking him.
“Oh, no you don’t.” I could feel my face morphing into something of a menace. “I want you awake for all of this.”
Anna had sunk to her knees, wearing a vacant look. She looked like a wax statue, and were it not for the pulse hammering in her throat, I might’ve thought she turned into one. Her radiance blinded me. She looked just like a dream, sitting there with splotches of blood tainting her tanned skin. Her dark, curly hair matted to her head with sweat.
And I'd never been more attracted to her. I loved seeing her covered in the flesh of the corrupt man who thought she’d come for his taking.
“Anna.” Her eyes snapped to meet my gaze. Confusion dressed her features as if she’d disassociated. “Come here, my sweet vixen.”
She stood on steady feet and slowly made her way over to me.
“You vile girl,” the jagged words were wet and throaty. Her attention laser-focused on her father, who lay dying on the kitchen floor. “There was never anything holy about you. Your being is from the devil himself.”
She shook her head. “No.” Her fists clenched at her sides in defiance. “There was nothing holy about you. A disgrace for a father.”
“My precious girl,” I sighed in adoration for her. “I treasure you so.” My heart overflowed with emotion for her. My eyes flicked down to the man on the floor. “I’ll stop.” My voice was heavy with the love I felt for her as our gazes latched. I didn’t want to further traumatize my precious vixen. “If you want me to.”
Her eyes crashed into mine. “No, Reign.”
Confused, I met her with a side tilt of my head. “But I promised you.” I glanced down at the bloody lump of flesh that was Randall. His fingers were missing, along with his toes; they all lay flung and crumpled on the kitchen floor. His finger and toe prints soaked in the sink, ready to be washed down the death disposal. I’d gotten carried away and punctured every part of his torso, fascinated by the organs that bulged out of the cavity.
A true miracle from the God he so loved that he was even alive.
“Do it.” I almost didn’t hear her.
“What?”
“I don’t care about the promise you made.” Her father jerked and seized on the floor. “Not when it comes to him.”
My cock raged behind my bloody jeans. “Fuck, Anna.” I closed my eyes, knowing this wasn’t the time or the place.
“Yes, Reign.” Her heady voice tore my eyes open. “Take me.”
A low growl rumbled from my chest as I lodged the knife in Randall’s thigh. I was on his daughter in a second. His eyes opened just as I pulled my hard cock out.
“You let this sick man inside of you?” Bile trickled down his lips. “You disgust me, girl.” I shoved her panties aside as he spoke, loving the way I still dripped out of her.
She didn’t hear a word he said as her cries filled the silence. I slid two fingers inside her cum-soaked cunt. Her arousal drenched her inner thighs.
“Oh God,” he gagged. The explicit sound of my fingers in her pussy loud in the thick quiet .
“Yes, Randall.” I rubbed the head of my cock, coating it until it shined with her arousal. “Watch me part her pussy like the red fucking sea.”
Randall rolled onto his side, his organs barely managing to stay intact as he threw up. My cock pumped in and out of her. She spread her hands on the wall and pushed her ass towards me as I pounded her from the back. Anna’s scent filled my nostrils as she clamped around me, coming with a gush. I reached around her body and pinched her hard clit until she was clawing at the paneled walls.
My orgasm splintered through my body in sharp waves of hot cum that poured over her insides. The old man lay there, never looking away, sobbing on his deathbed. Watching me fuck his daughter.
He murmured sick nothings as she turned to face me, looking freshly satisfied and all mine. I kissed her lips as she leaned into my touch.
“The way you hold me,” she whispered against me, “is the holiest thing that’s ever brushed my skin.”
“I love you forever and always, vixen,” I murmured, loving the feel of her soft body against mine.
“I love you.” She snuggled into me. Feeling her heart beating against me felt like coming home. There was no one on this earth I could ever love the way I loved my sweet vixen.
“There's pigs outback.” She spoke, flicking her glance to him, then back to me. I knew exactly what she was implying.
“Okay, sweet girl.” My gaze caught on the crucifix that hung just above us.
The eyes of Jesus bore into mine, watching my cum trickle out of Anna. I plucked it from the wall, letting our essence drip on the wooden decor. Anna’s eyes widened in dismay as she watched our drizzle slide down it. I knelt over the waste of space that lay on the floor and railed the splintering object into his gaping mouth. Wood shattered under the force clogging his throat.
“This is the closest thing you’ll ever get,” I shoved the cum soaked crucifix into the soggy flesh further until he was choking, “to having her, you sick fucking pig.”
“Oh God.” Anna’s tiny grasp on my arm pulled me from the torturous place I was slipping into. A place where I wanted more bloodshed, more torture, more. “Reign,” her voice brought me back. “Let’s take him out to the pigs.”
“Anything for you, Anna.”
And I meant those words to my very core.