Chapter 10 #2
Cole opens and closes his mouth, clearly incapable of anything more.
It's why he topples easily when Nikki pushes him over the couch, his body tumbling in an awkward heap on the top of it.
Nikki walks around the side of it and sinks down on his left side, the axe draped across their laps, trapping him next to her.
"How about some music to set the mood?" She suggests, nodding at the phone on the coffee table before them.
"I know the perfect one." I tell her, grinning as I snatch Cole's phone in my hand and sink down on the other side of the couch, right next to where Cole looks about ready to piss himself.
"What the fuck is this?" Cole cries, looking from her, to me, to the blade trapping him in place.
"Shh." Nikki croons. "Listen to the fire crackling." She grips his head and I think he stops breathing, his eyes going wide as saucers as she turns his face toward the hearth, where the fire is renewed by the new log he threw on it. "Isn't it peaceful?"
Nikki casts a glance at me when the first metal chords of the song begin, but her confusion abates a moment later when the first lyrics of “Baby, It's Cold Outside” begin. Then, she grins in approval.
It takes a moment for Cole to catch on.
"You know what they say this song is about?" Nikki asks him, running her fingers down his neck, where his pulse jumps frantically under his skin.
"Stop.... please." Cole chokes on a terrified breath when she flexes her nails against his flesh, leaving gentle trails of red down the column of his throat.
"Stop?" Nikki laughs. "But I'm having so much fun. Aren't you having fun, Cole?"
"It wasn't me..." Cole sobs, and this time, there are tears streaming down his cheeks. It's like the floodgates opened, and he can't pretend to be a tough guy any longer.
"You're so cold..." Nikki says calmly, shifting the axe just enough so that she can swing her weight across his lap and straddle him, pressing her body to his as her fingers flex against his Adam's apple. "Inside, especially. I'd offer you some eggnog to warm you up, but I lost my taste for it."
"Please." Cole shakes his head, and I am amazed at how quickly she reduced him to a sniveling mess. He hasn't even tried to fight her off or overpower her.
"Please what?"
"Please, stop."
Nikki lifts an eyebrow, like the request intrigues her. "But you didn't stop. Why should I?"
"I stopped! I did!"
It's my turn to laugh, now. "You didn't stop. Nick dragged you off her cause he was worried she'd die. Spoiler alert? She did."
Cole's eyes waver with terror as he shakes his head. "It's not possible. I didn't... You can't..."
"You're disappointing me, Cole." Nikki pouts, shoving against his chest so that she can stand. The axe is in her hand before he can even move an inch, and she hefts it over her shoulder.
"No!" He yells, raising his hands like that will do any good.
It doesn't. The blade catches his left hand, making a strange sound when the metal meets bone. Cole goes white, his mouth opening in shock as Nikki tuts her disappointment.
"Don't make this harder than it has to be. Remember, you said that to me when Brant was forcing himself between my legs?"
Cole doesn't even have the awareness to realize she just threw his own words back at him; he's in shock, and his hand is hanging awkwardly at an angle, attached by sinew and tissue as blood soaks his lap.
"You couldn't have finished, but I know you wanted to." Nikki tells him, leaning down to catch his eyes, which are trained on his nearly-detached hand. "So maybe I can help now?"
He doesn't move as she reaches for his buckle, but I slip an arm around his neck anyway, holding him in place as he stares in shock and horror at his hand, which is bleeding profusely. I think he’s too high to realize exactly what happened.
Watching my fiancée pull another man's cock out should have me fucking livid, but I'm strangely aroused.
Not by Cole or his pathetic shrimp dick.
.. but by her raw fucking power. It's carnal and vicious and fucking erotic as she moves like a woman possessed, stripping his boxers down his thighs and reaching for the flaccid dick tucked between his legs.
"How can something so small cause so much misery?" Nikki wonders out loud, and I don't bother stifling my laugh.
"Stop." Cole's words are strained, like he's just remembering how to speak. "I'll do anything..."
"Too late for the nice list, I fear." Nikki laughs, closing a palm around him. "But I'm warm now... unlike yesterday. Imagine if you got to go first..."
Cole whimpers, straining his hips like he's trying to rise and stand. I grip him around the neck harder, keeping him still, and focus on my girl.
"Imagine you got to me before Nick... that we were nice and warm. Your eggnog was making me woozy, and everything felt so wrong, but I was in a church. Nothing bad happens in a church, so what was happening couldn't be bad..."
I swallow my objections, letting her have her moment.
"Imagine it was you dragging my panties down my legs... you who got to make me come so I would be all wet and warm as you slid inside. Imagine it was your name I moaned..."
Cole lets out a moan of his own, and it chokes around a sob as he fights the pleasure that is clearly sinking into him.
Just like when they made her come, biology takes over, and his erection comes out to play, coaxed by Nikki's relentless stroking and her no doubt describing a fantasy of his.
He's a sick fuck. I always suspected as much, but now I know for sure.
And my girl is about to put him down like the dog he is.
"Does it feel good?" She teases, her mouth close to his lap as her eyes are trained on his face, clocking every miniscule reaction. If she was alive, she’d be breathing on his cock, warming it with the anticipation of whatever Cole thinks she’s going to do.
He can’t be stupid enough to think this ends well for him?
"I..."
"Does it feel good?" She repeats, coaxing him faster as he grows harder under her palm.
He doesn’t have to answer. It’s apparent by the straining of his hips and his heavy breaths. He’s putty in her hand,
I never take my eyes off her, and I can't help grinning as she moves deftly, so graceful in her celestial form.
"Yes..." Cole chokes again, his eyes fluttering closed so that he doesn't see as she switches hands.
He doesn't see, either, when she gets the fingers of her free hand around the axe.
His eyes open just as she releases him to stand, getting the leverage she needs to heft the axe.
And then she brings it down, burying it against his pubic bone.
The severed organ comes off easily, falling against the couch before landing with a soft splat on the floor.
Cole’s howls fill the air until I tighten my grip on his neck, squeezing his throat in the crook of my arm, compressing his carotid.
Part of me wants to leave him here like this and see how long it takes him to bleed out.
But this is Nikki’s vengeance. I would have been happy to just be reunited with her and move on.
Now, I realize my mistake… how foolish I was.
I thought that I was above revenge because I’ve had a year to move on, and I can’t change our fates.
We can’t love each other back to life.
But I can make the men who dared touch what was mine suffer.
And I can make them dead, too.
“I’d offer you a taste, since I’m sure you’ve tried to suck it yourself at least once…” Nikki says, lifting the bloody stump in the palm of her hand so that Cole has no choice but to look at it. “But I have a plan for this.”
Cole chokes on whatever he’s trying to say, but Nikki isn’t fazed by it as she leans forward over him. I wonder if she’s still trying to be the seductress here or if that’s just coming naturally.
“Are you cold now?”
His eyelids flutter like he’s unable to keep them open; I may be choking him a little too much, so I let up on the pressure, giving him just enough awareness to gulp down large breaths of air in between his frantic sobs.
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to—”
Nikki smirks.
“You’re sorry?” Her eyes flick to mine, and they’re absolutely relentless. We’re blazing a path of destruction and brutality, and it’s the only one I want to be on right now. “Hear that, Noah? He’s sorry! Maybe we should stop?”
With her face splattered in blood, she’s a fucking vision. I shouldn’t be so turned on by what she’s doing, but it’s like she brought me back to life in ways that I never was even before I died.
“Well, if he’s sorry…” I shake my head. “That makes everything okay?”
“Let me see.” She muses, slapping him across the face to stop his eyes from rolling back in his head. His gaze focuses on her once more, and with it, all the fear comes back and he renews his struggle to get away… as if he’d get far.
“Shh.” Nikki soothes. “I want to apologize.”
Cole stills, not because he wants to hear her out, but because she lifts the axe again.
“I’m sorry I chopped your dick off.” There’s a beat of silence, broken only by Cole’s ragged breaths, before she prompts him. “Well? Do you forgive me?”
His nearly severed hand is pressed against his chest, and he uses the heel of his other palm to try and stem the blood flowing freely from between his thighs.
Nikki doesn’t seem to enjoy waiting for an answer; she uses the handle of the axe to pin him against the couch, leaning down over him so that he’s trapped like an animal in a cage as she looks down at him.
“I asked if you forgive me?” Her words are shorter this time, more clipped and tense. And that shift, finally, seems to snap Cole out of it a little.
“Psycho fucking bitch!” He growls, pushing against the axe in an attempt to dislodge her.
“I’ll take that as a no, then?”
“Get fucked, cunt!”
“Oh,” Nikki laughs. “I did. By a real man…” Her eyes flick to mine and I catch the amusement as she debates whether that’s the right word for it, considering we have no idea what we are. “And it was amazing.”
“Slut!” He hisses, trying to wriggle out of our grasp.
“Slut?” Nikki gasps dramatically. “Well, that’s a low blow.”
“I’m gonna fucking kill you all over again.” Cole growls, adrenaline giving him a last surge of energy, one last shot to try and escape us as he pushes against Nikki, trying to shove her out of the way.
I see the shock on his face as his hands reach right through her, disappearing inside of what looks like the solid form of her. He stares for a moment, horror mingling with his surprise, and then slowly tracks his gaze up to where she’s smirking at him.
“Boo!” She teases, lunging at him as he screams, shrinking into the couch like that will protect him.
“You can’t choke a ghost, Cole.” Nikki shakes her head. “Can’t rape one, either. But me? I can do whatever I want to you…”
“Stop.” Cole pleads, tears and snot streaming down his face, cutting through dots of blood from the splatter.
Nikki rolls her eyes, but she steps away from him anyway, taking the axe with her as her eyes find mine.
“He said the magic word. I guess I have to stop.”
Cole appraises her for just a minute, and I decide to play into her game, releasing him from my hold.
He doesn’t hesitate, scrambling to his feet, where he immediately slips in the pool of his own blood that’s collected on the hard wood floor.
He looks like a newborn deer or a kid getting on ice skates for the first time, but he doesn’t fall; he just moves awkwardly to the door, trying to unlock it with a single bloody hand that only slides against the doorknob.
Nikki’s at his back in an instant, the handle of the axe shoved against the nape of his neck so that his head grinds against the door. Freedom is so close, but of course he’ll never reach it.
“I’m sorry, did you think I was going to stop just because you told me to?” She laughs. “You’ve had your whole life to figure out consent, and now you get it?”
She steps back from him, and for one foolish second, Cole thinks she’s relenting. He finally manages to get his fingers around the doorknob, cracking it open just enough to let the brisk light of the afternoon sun filter in with the cold.
I reach around him to shut the door easily, and he wails, seeing his hope slip away. He slams his head into the door like maybe that will help it to open, his frustrated sobs blunted by the impact as reality closes in on him. And through it all, Nikki watches him coolly, the axe in hand, waiting…
"Cole?"
It takes him a minute to gather the courage to turn to face her; when he does, he's a fucking mess. She's effectively reduced him to a pathetic, sniveling little bitch.
"Where are you going?" She asks. "We're not done with you yet."
She's right. We're not done with him. But we don't need him alive for the next part.
"I'm sorry..." Cole sobs, shaking his head like he can convince her to stop.
He doesn't...
Nikki buries the axe against his neck.
The first hit has him gasping, eyes wide as his torn-open throat tries to push air into his lungs. He only crumples a bit when she pulls the axe free and she doesn't hesitate to hit him with it again.
The second one may be the one that kills him.
His entire face seems to relax, and the gasping turns to one long, low rattle.
The third strike sends his head rolling onto the floor.