Chapter Five
Brynne
This is the longest someone has lasted after being given deadly nightshade. My original goal was to finish Jordan off last night, but he has surprisingly held strong all night. The thought that I could have been wrong crossed my mind, but I know I’m right. Once a child predator, always a child predator. I don’t care if they preach that they found Jesus and have been saved. Many others have found Jesus and there are still kids being killed. Where’s Jesus for them? Jesus means nothing to me when people like this exist.
“Running won’t get you anywhere,” I tease. Jordan is running right into my trap. These tunnels are mazes to everyone besides me. Clara texted me a few hours ago that the car situation was taken care of. Now I get to have some fun.
“Why are you doing this?” Jordan cries.
“ You tell me.” I hear him trip and fall in the distance. H e doesn’t answer me and I assume he fell into my pit. It’s very dangerous to be running in the dark. I walk up to the dark hole and Jordan is at the bottom unconscious.
“You men are no fun.” I wanted more of a chase than this, but I guess we should get to business. I need to get
groceries and I would like to paint today. I walk down the hallway to the stairs that leads to the hidden door in the pit. You can only open it from the outside and there is no way someone is going to be able to climb out of here.
I grab Jordan under his armpits and drag him up the stairs. He looks fit but dragging him tells me a different story. This is exactly why I stay in shape. I need to be fit to be able to carry these sacks of shit. I bring him to the torture room. Saying that out loud gives my heart a little surge of ecstasy. I never thought it would be a reality. It truly is straight out of a horror movie, but so is my past.
“W-What happened?” Jordan says through a daze. He moves his hand to touch his head. Once he goes to move the other arm, he realizes he is chained to the chair he is in. “What the fuck.”
“Oh, you're finally awake.” I turn my head from the
table toward him. I watch his pupils dilate and I know what he is thinking. He eyes my body when I walk a few steps toward him.
“ Why are you?”
“Naked?” I answer for him. He looks down and his eyes flutter.
“Do you see something you like Jordan?” I run my
hand between my breasts. I slide them down my torso and stop right above my bare pussy. I hate not having hair on my pussy, but it's necessary for this job. They get aroused at the sight of no hair on my body.
“ N-no,” he croaks.
I slide my fingers between my legs and whimper. “Do you want to touch me? I’ve never been touched Jordan,” I bite my lip and take another step toward him.
“ I-I can’t,” he raises his wrists .
“I can fix that. Tell me what you want Jordan?” I coax.
“You,” he says with desire in his eyes.
“What if I don’t know what to do?” I say in a sweet voice. I hate this part; I never want to relive the days of my youth. Every time I play this part it takes me back to those days. When I would be in bed in my nightgown waiting for the bed to creak with the added weight behind me. The cold hand lifting my nightgown up and then the heat of their cock pushing into me. I learned early on not to wear underwear to bed. It enraged them if they couldn’t get it fast and easy. The really bad ones wanted me to cry, to ask them to stop, but I always played along because if you resisted then it took longer.
“I’ll show you,” he says eagerly.
“ Have you shown anyone else?” I ask hesitantly.
Sometimes when they’re in this daze they speak freely and then some shut down again.
“Yes. Yes, I can show you exactly what to do,” Jordan confesses.
“ How did you show them?” I ask.
“I taught them how to pleasure a man. I can show you the same. I’ll be gentle,” he says. His cock has to be aching to be let out. I unzip his pants and pull his cock out of the keyhole of his boxers.
“ Close your eyes and tell me what to do,” I suggest.
Jordan shuts his eyes and eagerly moves in the chair. He
completely forgets that he is chained. “What do I do first?” I ask sweetly.
“You take it into your hands. Cup your hand around it.” I do as he says and move it up and down. “Like that? ”
Jordan groans. “Just like that. You can put it in your mouth too.”
I usually don’t play along this long, but Jordan lasted a while. I’ll give him this before sending him to hell where he belongs. I lower my mouth to his cock and suck him inside. My tongue twirls around his head and I feel his cock twitch.
“Good girl, just like that.” Jordan places his hands on the side of my head and holds me there while he pushes his hips up. I open my throat and take him inside. Before he can get his release, I stop. He doesn’t get to cum.
“Did I do good?” I ask innocently.
“Oh, so good, but you’re not done yet.”
“What do you mean?”
“You have to keep going until white stuff comes out of it. That means you have done it correctly,” Jordan answers and eagerly wiggles in the seat. “You can sit on it and that will work,” he adds.
“Will it hurt?” I already know from experience, but I have to stroke his ego. I’m going to quite enjoy killing this scum.
“Only a little at the beginning, but I'll be gentle and
make it feel good for you.” The chains jingle when he pats his lap. I stand and slowly sink down. When just the tip is in, I stop.
“ I don’t think it will fit,” I say.
J ordan grips my hips and tries to yank me down onto his cock. I stand before he can. “I promise it will fit.” He goes to open his eyes, but I place my hand on his cock again.
“ Don’t open your eyes or I’ll have to stop.”
“O-okay, I won't open my eyes,” Jordan pleads. I walk over to the table and wheel out my vice. “W-what’s that?”
“My toys. Don’t you want to play with me Jordan?”
“Oh god yes,” he says out of breath.
“I need you to scoot forward.” I watch him scoot as far forward as he can in the chair. His balls hang from his body. I wheel the little table over and place it right under his balls.
“ Oh, that’s cold,” Jordan says.
“Sorry, I’ll warm you up in a minute.” I place one of my hands on his cock and stroke him up and down. My other hand slowly closes the vice on his balls.
“Oh wait. Ouch,” he says as the vice closes on his balls. “Ouch,” he yells as I turn the handle once more. His eyes open and widen as soon as he sees what I've done.
As I step back and see what I’ve done I smile. Jordan looks up at me and he finally snaps back to reality. “You truly forgot that I tied you up didn’t you?” I ask.
“W-wait we can talk this through,” he suggests.
“You see, I do a lot of talk with my job. I think I’d rather just show,” I shrug. I walk over to the vice and turn the handle again. His skin pinches against the metal.
“Oh fuck. Wait! Wait!” he yells.
“Wait for what?” I wait for him to plead for his life but he just sits there breathing heavily. His skin starts to turn a faint purple when I turn the handle again.
“ Oh god please.”
“There's no need to start praying now. There’s no god here.” I turn the handle again and I hear a crunch.
“ Ow fuck. Please stop,” he cries.
“Is that what they said to you Jordan? Did they beg you to stop when you were teaching them?” He sits there in shock and doesn’t say a word. He looks down at his balls and then back at me with pleading eyes .
“ Please I won't do it again. I promise.”
I laugh. “Oh, I know you won’t because I’m going to kill you,” I confess. Another turn of the handle and I watch as the blood vessels burst and Jordan screams in agony. “We are just getting started. You think this hurts, just think of the years of pain you have created for each of the girls you have touched.”
I grab my hedge trimmers and flip them upside down. Jordan tries to scoot back but he can’t move with his balls in the vice. He is shaking his head back and forth furiously, but I could care less. I was going to play this out for hours, but daylight is being wasted. I lower the trimmers over his now flaccid dick and push the handles together. I hear the crunch and then his dick falls to the concrete.
“Fuck!” Jordan screams. His breath is ragged and his eyes are wide in shock. I don’t have to do anything else. I turn the handle on the vice to loosen it. I know it will hurt more without the pressure on them.
“ I-I need a doctor. Please,” Jordan pleads.
I tilt my head to the side. “You’re already dead. You will bleed out soon and your sorry existence will cease to exist,” I pause. “Plus, I am a doctor now,” I smile and place a bucket under him to catch as much blood as I can. “Goodbye Jordan.”