Chapter 6 #2
"Stop, please. I'll do anything you want!
" He's hysterical at this point, and I kind of hoped he would be.
I've never raped anyone before. Given how I grew up, I never would have imagined it was something I would do, but he deserves nothing less.
Honestly, I should be fucking him with a bat that has nails sticking out of the end of it, but then he might die too quickly.
I don't stop, no. I instead push the dildo in further, making him yell out again. It's not easy. Not only do I doubt he's ever had anything in his ass before, but this monster cock is just that ... a monster. But where there’s a will, there’s a way, and I'm damn determined.
"Did you stop when they begged you?" I spit, unable to hide the clear disgust in my words.
All night, I'd had to play nice; all the while, he'd made my skin crawl, knowing what he was. I can't even begin to explain how nice it is to drop the act.
"When they tried to leave or move away, did you let them, or did you continue to force yourself on them regardless of their cries and obvious pain?
" It's a rhetorical question. I know the fucking answer, and so does he, which is why he doesn't bother to answer.
He knows he won't be doing himself any favors by admitting that he forced himself on them regardless of anything they said or did.
Children who thought he was a safe space.
I press forward again, and honestly, it takes a bit of muscle for me to get it in, but finally, it slides in to about the halfway mark. His howl of pain has Zander damn near vibrating in place.
"That part is supposed to be like a knot, so it's thicker than the rest. It's supposed to be like the part that holds onto you." His eyes sparkle as he looks up, and our gazes meet.
"Have you been reading the books Hazel gave me?" I ask with a laugh because, if not, I'm going to need to know how he knows about this kind of shit. I wasn't aware of the 'knot' before Hazel gave me those last few books.
"Ew, you got those from Haz?" Zander whines, pulling a face before he pretends to gag, and I can't help but laugh.
Torture is fine. Shoving a creature dildo in a man’s ass? No problem. Collecting pinkies of all the people he kills and keeping them in jars...
But the idea of me getting monster romance books from Hazel, who is like a little sister to him, is too much…
These men can be such babies about the silliest things, I swear.
I roll my eyes and ignore him, instead focusing on trying to get more of this thing in Nash before I realize it might not happen.
As if to affirm my suspicion, blood begins to run down his leg, and even with it and the lube, I can't seem to get it to go much deeper.
Instead, Nash decides to brave the spikes, going so low that he's at the very least resting against them, which tells me how painful this must be.
Good.
I could stop; I could move on to the rest of this lesson and his demise, but I'm not sure he really understands just how those girls felt, yet.
Zander holds out a spring clamp for me as if reading my mind. It doesn't sound dangerous or like it could be used for torture, but if you’re creative enough, then anything can bring someone pain.
Like a basic spring clamp being placed on your balls without any attempt at gentleness.
Nash wails, and I don't need to see his face to know he's crying. He has been for a while now, and this is only going to get worse for him from here.
I lean over him and just manage to grip his hair. Damn, my short legs. Thankfully, that's all I need, and I pull him up onto his knees. He sways for a moment, but he keeps his balance, and I release him. I don't really want him to fall onto the spikes from here, at least not yet.
"Zela, Rebecca, Sara, Jasmine..." I list the names I've memorized, and their faces pop into my mind.
"Luna, Angela, Megan, Chelsea, and Devin." Zander finishes the list for me when I can’t make myself continue, and I offer him a tight but grateful smile. I know he understands.
He always does.
Zander stays at his back, and I move around to stand before him. I want to watch him squirm, and I'm not disappointed.
I know he's guilty; I've seen the girls' reports and looked into who his father paid off to keep it quiet.
Hell, even I heard it from a few of the girls firsthand.
I couldn't get my hands on all of them before this, but I managed to meet up with six of them.
Six out of nine is enough for me to kill him, even if the other three said he never did anything to them.
One is enough, and to monsters like him, one is never enough.
He's breathing hard, hiccupping around his tears as he watches me stalk toward him. He's unable to meet my eyes even as he shakes his head, clearly intending to deny whatever it is I'm accusing him of. Unfortunately for him, I wasn't asking.
I kick the spike board out of the way so that I can get right up in his face, and he cringes away, even with nowhere for him to go.
"Remember their names as you look into my eyes because I'll be the last thing you ever fucking see.
" I grab the bar that holds both of his cuffed hands and yank it up so that his hands are above his head.
He sways, but Zander is right behind him, so he doesn't go far.
Zander keeps him steady while bringing his bolt cutters up to his hand, and Nash is so focused on me that he doesn't even glance his way until after Zander pushes the cutters closed and claims his prize.
The second his pinkie is cut off, Nash's eyes roll back in his head, and he blacks out, falling to the right while his now severed pinkie drops to the ground.
Zander discards the bolt cutters by tossing them aside and quickly grabs the pinkie, a smile that rivals a child's on Christmas morning.
Nash hits the ground, and his head gives a sickening crack on the cement that makes me smile.
"Can we kill him now?" Zander asks as he moves to set the pinkie on the table for safekeeping. I knew he would be bored pretty quickly; his attention span isn't the best, but the monster cock really seemed to help him last longer.
Too bad this isn't something I'm willing to do often.
This was a unique circumstance in which I felt the crime needed to match the punishment.
Most people we deal with are men, though that's not to say they are only men.
With that, a majority of them are in the business of skin trades, whether for money or personal pleasure, and most of them could do with a monster cock up their ass.
I'd much rather shove it down their throat while I carve their large intestines out, though, but not Nash.
No, there’s something about the fact that he was a teacher. That children should have been safe with him more than the rest of the regular scum that enjoys taking advantage of them...
Yeah, that deserved a little something extra in my book. Something I feel we accomplished, which means I'm with Zander.
This piece of shit has a one-way ticket to hell already for him, and I'm happy to ensure he makes it in time.
I don't answer Zan, but he doesn't need me to. One look, and he knows we’re on the same page. He moves to the small cabinet in the corner, and I move to the table to grab a fun toy while he grabs the smelling salts.
With a meat cleaver and our favorite machete, the one with the serrated gator teeth, I meet Zander at Nash as he holds the bottle under his nose.
He shoots up with a groan that could be from any number of things, but I don't care to find out what's hurting him because the list is about to get longer.
"Here, babe," I say to Zan as I toss the cleaver to him.
He catches it without missing a beat, and the smile that pulls at his lips makes my cheeks heat.
I'll never get over the way he looks at me, as if I'm the best thing that ever happened to him, even when we’re down here torturing people. Or is it, especially when we’re down here torturing people?
Either way, I love it. I love him.
Nash looks up at me, and I see the realization in his eyes.
He finally understands that this is the end for him.
There is no leaving, no getting out of this alive.
In this room, he will answer for his sins, and he will do so in a bloodbath that me and one of my lovers will use to celebrate a holiday that is marked with all things fluffy and cuddly, with hugs and kisses.
This will be our bloody Valentine's Day, and it will be one we both remember forever.
Nash is in pieces… literally.
Zander and I've spent the last hour, maybe longer, cutting him, stabbing him, and just torturing him until he finally succumbed, and then we hacked him up to be disposed of.
We didn't have to hack him up, not really.
There are loads of ways to dispose of someone, but something about it felt right, and looking up at Zan, I'd dare say he agrees.
"Damn, baby, I don't know what I did to deserve you, but in a past life, I must have been a saint.
" He lets the cleaver drop to the ground as he moves toward me with a look in his eyes that I'm very familiar with.
He snakes his arm around my waist when he reaches me, pulling me into his chest with a smile.
There's blood everywhere. Our clothes are no doubt ruined and should probably just be burned at this point, but for whatever reason, the streak of blood on his cheek is adorable.
"I can't imagine a world or lifetime that you could ever be a saint in," I tell him with a chuckle because it sounds pretty crazy.
"Well, whatever I did, I'm glad I did it.
Red is definitely your color." He wiggles his brows at me, and I have no doubt he's attempting to be seductive, but again, he comes off silly.
It's a good thing for him that I find his humor attractive.
There isn't much about these guys I don't find attractive, if I'm being truthful.