Chapter 26 Twenty-Five
Twenty-Five
Adrian
Istepped away from her, admiring the way she looked all strung up like a slaughtered pig, scuffs and streaks of blood on her skin, a curiosity in her eyes, and that carving tool between her teeth, making her jaw clench as she held onto it.
Her lack of terror was pissing me off, ruining everything. I was going to watch her last, fear-filled breaths if it killed me too.
Even now, as I told her what would happen if she dropped the old tool from between her teeth, she looked only keen, excited, curious to see where this night might take us. I hated it. Hated her.
I wanted my emotions at bay. Anger, rage, and yeah, fucking grief. But it bubbled, hot and visible.
She tried to shout something after me as I turned and marched away, muffled and teasing, but her mouth was full. Small mercies needed to be reveled in.
It was a dangerous climb up narrow ladders to reach the rafters of the theater, but I’d had to rig it this way to account for her size. She was no dainty marionette to be manipulated by a short ladder behind a curtain.
I glanced down, finding her still in that awkward position, and tried fucking hard to let that be satisfying enough. But it never would be. Cranking the music back up using my phone, connected to a Bluetooth speaker hidden near her on the stage, I began adjusting her body again.
This setup didn’t allow for me to manipulate her like I wanted, like a real marionette master, but it was still getting my point across.
It pissed me off a little, wanting that grace, that strange fluidity that came from years of practice. I remembered Jake and me watching, wondering how they made it all look so perfect. Penny was jerky as I moved her, rough and ugly. Only what she deserved, I supposed.
Moving the ropes, I forced her back into her sitting position, then brought her knees up as far as they would go, almost under her chin.
Then I spread them. Cranking the ropes, pulling and tugging as I worked her body to how I wanted.
She was quiet now. Or, the music was drowning out anything that might spill from her.
It was nice, to not hear her teasing and chiding at me. Getting under my skin.
From this angle, raised so high above her, I couldn’t see what was between her legs, couldn’t see her flesh all pink and exposed to the air. She was quite the sight. She would look so exquisite from that audience seating, strung up, open, trapped.
I watched her from above, hoping she would feel my gaze, understand the gravity of what was coming her way.
This was elaborate, extreme and fucking crazy, but it was for Jake.
A show for him, a presentation to him in his afterlife, and for all those other men.
All watching, clapping, knowing she was unable to ruin anyone else’s life.
There were no telltale signs of the tool falling from her mouth, though the music was loud. I think it was still between her teeth. Maybe her eyes were her limit. All those cries for more pain, all that laughter when I hurt her. Maybe we had found her edge.
My cock made no move to soften as I watched her.
It had been rock hard the entire damn time she’d been naked and swinging, and I’d left it, even when I tasted her blood and pussy juice on my fingers, I didn’t touch my dick.
It begged for friction, to shove into her tight hot body, but somehow, I thought that would bring her satisfaction I didn’t want her to have.
She was pretty, fucked up like this, bent out of shape and panting.
And now that she couldn’t shout out, couldn’t taunt me, she was even prettier.
I let the pleasure at what I’d been able to achieve already wash over me, and stroked at my skin, stepping away from the ropes after tying them snug. She wasn’t going anywhere.
I squeezed my dick over my pants, the damn thing threatening to burst through the zipper if I didn’t handle it. So I did, without giving Penelope the dignity of touch before she was wrecked, I pulled my cock free and began jerking off at the sight of her.
She was just there, unaware of what I was doing well above her – my cock was stone hard, throbbing as I ran my hand up and down, but it was too dry, not enough pre-cum to make it a smooth ride.
I spat on my palm and got back to it, groaning at the slickness. Fuck yes. Just a few short, rough strokes later, my orgasm crashed into me.
Grunting, I aimed my cock downward, a spray of white cum raining over Penelope.
I watched her for a second as I worked to catch my breath, smirking as I gave my cock a shake. She was humiliated down there and she didn’t even know why.
Still holding my cock, another idea came to me. Another humiliation. Would save me a trip, anyway. Any degradation I could rain down on the bitch, I would take it. Run with it. Relish it.
“Shit,” I moaned as I began pissing, my still half hard cock fighting the urge for a second before releasing the fluid in a gush.
The music was too loud for me to hear her reaction, but I saw her jerk, try to twist and look up as my piss poured down over her. Fucking bitch, she was no better than a urinal, a disgrace to the world.
I kept going until every drop was splattered below, most missing her skin, in puddles beneath her instead, but some in her hair, on her back. It was a damn satisfying image, and a vicious smirk spread across my face.
As I went to shove my cock away and zip up, my phone vibrated in my pocket, snapping me back to reality. A world existed outside of this place. “Shit,” I swore, turning the music off. Let her wonder why as she soaked in my piss. If I’d ever clean her off.
“Hello?” I answered the warden, tense about what he might be able to say.
Did he know what I’d done? Was my ruse over?
My brain was whirring to catch up, to remind myself that I wasn’t in a bubble here, that my actions had real world consequences and I couldn’t control them all.
They would more than likely figure it out, and I would be in a shitload of trouble.
“Adrian,” Warden Domingo said, not calling me officer or corporal or any pleasantries, his tone biting, tired. “What you did, leaving in the middle of the riot, how fucking dare you?”
“I had a family emergency.”
“And we had a prison-wide one!” Domingo yelled, his voice straining. “I’ve been trying to contact you for hours, you fuck—” He sucked in a deep breath. “We need you to come back in. Now.”
I sighed, playing my A-game. “No, Warden, I’m sorry. I can’t do that. I told you. Family emergency.” I did my best to seem beat up, exhausted. My mother was unwell after all. A family emergency in the middle of a work one, and I’d made my choice.
He muttered something to someone away from the phone before returning to me. “We’ve got the inmates under control, all locked back in their cells, but… well, we don’t have them all. We need all hands on deck here, even assholes that might very well be about to lose their jobs.”
“Who’s missing?” I asked, pushing that sense of urgency, pacing the floor so my breathing was a little more ragged.
He sighed, like he was going to say something else but bit it back. “Penelope Karner.”
I smirked, but my voice was heavy, shocked.
I couldn’t pull this off; there was no way to get the suspicion off me when my expressions said it all.
Thank fuck for the lack of video call. I rubbed my hand over my face and considered my options.
For all my planning, I hadn’t actually contemplated what would happen next. Once I had her, how long would I have?
“Shit,” I said. “That’s bad.”
“Real fucking bad, so it’s all hands back on the table. Unless your mother is actively dying, I need you in, Darling.”
My jaw tense, my mind whirring, I looked down through the rafters. Penny was still in position; her body relaxed in its strange bend, her skin shiny and wet in patches. I had her. I reminded myself, I had her. This was my victory lap, my final stretch.
I went to turn away, to leave Karner swinging and festering a little longer, but my gaze snapped to something that wasn’t there before.
That tool. It was on the floor.
Either she’d spat it out or she’d dropped it, but I narrowed my eyes at the same moment my depleting cock plumped back up.
“Adrian?” the warden said, and it sounded like it wasn’t the first time he’d repeated himself.
“Fine, shit, I’ll be in,” I said, frowning. This was bad. This was real fucking bad. “Just give me a few hours.”
Penny looked at me as I stepped in front of her, my gaze moving from the tool on the floor to her face, flushed and full of anticipation, eagerness. She licked her chapped lips and took me in. Fucking sick bitch, many screws loose in her crazy head.
Slowly, I picked up the tool, stepping right back into her space, resting the cool metal on her eye socket.
“Do it,” she urged, her gaze sparkling. She was clinging to the edge of consciousness, and I couldn’t decide whether she’d dropped the thing on purpose or not.
Maybe it’d fallen from her lips when she fell asleep, or maybe she wanted to push my boundaries, see if I would go through with the threats.
She wasn’t going to let on either way though; I knew that.
Well, fuck her, because I was all about following through on promises.
I put pressure on the corner of her eye, preparing to gouge it out.
My skin heated as I pressed, my jaw creaking from tension as I thought of Jake, what he would think.
He would hate me for this, but he’d see the value, eventually.
“Yes, Adrian,” she moaned. “Oh, you’re making me so fucking wet. Piss on me again, soak me, Adrian. I want it all. All of you.”
My nostrils flared with anger. No, this wouldn’t do. She needed to be beyond afraid. To be terrified. She had to leave this world as scared as Jake would have been, as all of those men she killed would have been.
There would be no joy in her demise. She cackled when I pushed the tool under her eyelid, falling into a moan when my hand grasped the other side of her head to add pressure.
I was going to do it, rip her eyeball from her socket and stamp on it, maybe turn it to mush and use it to fertilize Jake’s grave.
“Yes, good boy,” she whispered, her free eye on my face, urging, demanding. Full of unwelcome glee.
Strain built like a balloon about to burst, like muscles about to tear. The tension bounced back as I pulled the tool away, breathing heavily. Heavier than I realized.
Shit.
Her smile grew, her eyes crinkling, the left one red, bloodshot where I’d scraped the cornea. She looked insane.
“I will break you,” I promised her, leaning in close. “It might not be right now, because your mind is twisted already, but I will break and destroy you before I kill you.”