Chapter 5 #3
“Are you out of your mind?” he cries, sounding like the bitch he is.
Jade put the same knife in her leg in that same chair only a few years ago, and Spencer said she didn't even flinch. I haven't done that, but I've cut myself and, you know, been stabbed and shot a few times over the years and haven't been so much of a blubbering bitch as he is.
Despite his tears, he seems to finally understand what it is she's showing him, and his face scrunches up in disgust. "I'm not thanking him for a fucking monster dildo."
"I guess I shouldn't be surprised. Of course, someone with your taste wouldn't have manners." Jade moves away from him, rolling her eyes but leaving the knife in his leg as she moves around to stand behind him.
He turns his head to try to keep her in his gaze, but he can only turn so far, being tied to the chair. At least he seems to realize she's a threat now, but she's only one of them. So far, I've been happy enough to watch, but I can't let her have all the fun.
Jade pulls the new dildo from the box and tosses it aside, holding the silicone monster cock in her hand and letting it wiggle with the most entertained look on her face.
She leans over Nash's shoulders, holding the dildo out for him to see.
Sadly, I can't say he looks as excited about it as she and I are; oh well.
"Well, manners or not, I don't want to waste this beautiful chance to use this gift. What do you think, Zan? Should we just get to it?"
She looks up at me, and I'm so fucking ready; all I can do is nod like the love-sick puppy I am.
This is what we waited for—the moment we love and work toward, the vengeance!
Reaching out, I pull the knife from his thigh without a second’s hesitation before dropping to my knees in front of him and making quick work of his pants.
He'd been in the process of taking them off when Jade stuck him, but he hadn't made it past unbuttoning them.
No problem; I can just as easily cut them off him.
It's not like he's ever going to need them again, anyway.
I don't care to be overly careful, letting the knife sink into his ankle before I drag it all the way up to his hip and then do the same thing again on the other side before yanking them off.
"Stop! Leave me alone. I told you whatever it is you want, we can figure it out. My dad's a—"
"Judge, yes, we know," Jade cuts him off, finishing his sentence and sounding disgusted about it.
She should be. So many people take advantage of places of power, a lot like Randall and even her uncle did. I think it's gross and needs punishment, but for Jade, it's a very sore subject.
"What? How do you know that?" His voice is a little higher in pitch now than it was before, and I get the feeling he's starting to understand the danger he's in.
Well, not completely. If he really understood, he'd be freaking out, but at the very least, he understands this isn't a joke and that he might very well be in danger.
"Ah, that's the question, isn't it, Nash?
" His head whips around to look at me, and I can't stop myself from laughing at the fear in his eyes as he watches me twirl Jade's knife around.
"Yeah, we know a lot more than just your name and who your daddy is.
It's kind of our job, and we take it real fucking serious. "
"Why me? I'm nobody. Even if my dad is a judge, it's not like he's super important or even really likes me. You'd be better off going to him or taking him hostage than trying to get to him by using me..." He's rambling, and it's annoying, but it's a sign that he's afraid.
You'd be surprised how often people can't make themselves shut up when they’re afraid, but no biggie, I can help him with that.
I haven't bothered to get up yet, so I'm in the perfect position to press the knife against his balls.
Just like that, silence.
Works every time.
With the silicone cock still in her hands and wiggling in front of Nash's face, Jade takes over, explaining exactly why he's not a nobody, at least not to us.
"As you might have guessed, my name isn't Zoe. It's Jade, and almost everything I said last night was a lie. I didn't go to that event with my aunt, I actually went with two of my boyfriends. I wasn't lonely, I wasn't left behind, and I wasn't drunk."
Instead of helping him understand, all this has done is confuse him more, but he's about to get it. I can see the wheels turning in his head, and I know Jade isn't done, not by a long shot.
"But... I saw the text she sent. She said she saw you with a guy and didn't want to interrupt.
That doesn't seem like a message your boyfriend would send.
" He yanks at the zip ties that are keeping his arms secured, but they don't budge, and he lets out a groan of frustration that we both ignore.
"Besides, what kind of boyfriend lets their girl talk to and hang all over a guy all night?
" His tone is deep and grumbly, as if he's getting annoyed with us, and I quickly remind him who’s in charge by pressing the sharp tip of the knife to his balls.
He lets out a hiss, and I know that doesn't feel good, but it's not like he can go anywhere or stop me.
"The kind who knows their woman is loyal and isn't afraid of some piece of shit rapist stealing her, as if you ever could."
Jade and I both laugh, but Nash doesn't.
No, Nash has gone a sickly pale color as he opens and closes his mouth like a fish out of water. He's no doubt attempting to deny what I just said. I mean, who wouldn't? But he can say whatever he wants. We know the truth.
If we weren't sure, he wouldn't be in the chair right now. Can't kill people without knowing all the facts, and with Nash, it's undeniable.
"I–I wouldn't… I don't know what you're talking about." His voice is way too high-pitched to be even remotely believable, but he seems to think we should buy it. "I would never do something like that! I'm a teacher!"
Jade's other knife is out in the blink of an eye, pressed up against his throat, and I watch his Adam's apple bob.
The knife I hold to his balls is the sister of the one she has to his throat.
It's just as sharp, which is why it easily draws a drop of blood from him when he swallows.
It's so damn sharp, I'm not even sure he realizes it's cut him.
"You’re right, you are a teacher. Which makes this even more deserved, since your job is to empower students.
They are supposed to be able to trust you, aren't they?
" Jade doesn't give him a chance to respond, and with how close the knife is to his throat, I'm sure he wouldn't dare speak anyway. Probably for the best.
Jade might enjoy making people pay, but that's not to say she's never lost her temper and cut the fun short, literally and metaphorically.
Leaning forward, she makes quick work of cutting the two ties on his wrists that hold him to the chair without so much as nicking his arm. Fuck, I love watching her work.
I pull the knife away from his sensitive bits and do the same with his ankles. I don't need to ask her what she wants from me. At this point, we’re like two peas in a pod; we just know.
I move back, not far, but enough that I'm no longer on top of him, and he follows my movement, looking half-crazed, and I know he's thinking about it. Right now, he's like a caged animal, worried he's being tempted by something too good to be true.
He's right.
But we both know he's going to try, regardless. They always do. Most people can't help it. The drive to live and survive is so strong that you can't make yourself stay, even if you know you'll never really get away.
One second, he's thinking about it; the next, he's moving, sprinting toward the door so fast he damn near trips over his own feet.
He makes it to the door before he goes down, and I groan in annoyance, seeing that it wasn't my knife that took him down.
"HA!" Jade cheers, throwing her hands in the air, the monster cock still clutched in her fist, making it impossible not to smile when I look at her. "You owe me a bag of chocolate!"
It's silly, really. I'd buy her all the chocolate she wants.
All she has to do is ask, and she knows it.
Hell, she could buy herself a lifetime supply without touching a dime of our money, but she likes to make silly bets instead.
I won't lie. It makes things fun and gives us something to mess around with, but it also lets us spoil her without her complaining.
For a while, that was the only way we could get her anything.
She was so against being spoiled. I'll never tell her that we let her win; she would have my ass, but it doesn't matter now anyway, considering we're well past those days.
Nash lies on the ground, screaming and holding his leg, which now has not one but two knives sticking out of it. Mine hit his calf, whereas Jade's is lodged into the back of his knee, and while I know both are probably painful, I have no doubt hers was what really took him down.
"With a hit like that, I'll get you two bags, Doll." I turn just in time to see her cheeks go pink and a smile pull her lips up.
Chocolate and knives, my kind of girl.