Chapter Thirty
VIKTOR
IT HAD BEEN NEARLY two weeks since I had rescued my malyshka from the clutches of Vincent. Every day since then, I had followed the same routine. I got up early and went to the remote location where we had Vincent incarcerated. I had spent every day inflicting torture on him. Every morning, part of me hoped he had died from his wounds, but every day, a thrill went through my body when I saw he was still alive.
This morning would be no different. I walked into the building and down to the basement to find Ivan and Alexei guarding the room as they usually did at this time of day. Aleksandr greeted his brother and cousin before I spoke to them both.
“Is the mudak still alive this morning?"
The pair of them smirked at my question. I asked the same thing every morning and so far had always received the same reply.
However, today would be the last day, even if he was still alive. I was starting to get bored with these daily meetings. The thrill I felt torturing him was dwindling away, so this would be my last visit. Hence why I had requested Aleksandr to bring a shotgun with him today. I wanted to make sure that when they found Vincent’s body, they would have trouble identifying him quickly.
"Yes, he’s still alive, unfortunately. I’m actually surprised he’s lasted this long. We’ve tied him up on the St. Andrew’s cross as you requested and placed his cock on the chopping block. We left him in there crying and pleading like a baby.”
I knew doing that would make Vincent finally crack. He had tried to be the dominant man all the while he had been here, almost laughing at every injury I inflicted on him. I guessed that was one reason why I was so bored with it. He wasn’t giving me the reaction I needed to enjoy what I was doing. Like he wanted to see Gabriella crawl away in fear, I wanted to hear him screaming in pain and begging me to stop, and up until now, he hadn’t given that to me.
I walked into the room and found Vincent with tears falling down his face, shaking in fear as he stood there completely naked, covered in the raw scars I had already inflicted over his body. So far, I hadn’t gone deep enough for him to bleed out, but that would finish today. I had a plan for the day, and I was finally going to enjoy every minute of it.
Vincent lifted his head and looked up at me, his eyes red where he had been crying. He looked at me as though he was pleading and begging for me to finish his life. I didn’t say a word as I walked over to the table where my two weapons of torture had been laid out. My sword was there, waiting for me to use it right before I finished his life, but the other torture device was one far more apt for a Dom like him.
I had chosen a cat o’ nine tails whip to inflict the last torture on him. For most experienced Doms, this was a device of pleasure. However, mine was far more sinister. At the end of each tail was a metal fishhook that would rip into and tear the skin with every lash I gave him. It would rip him apart, and I was going to enjoy hearing him scream for mercy.
I would never give him that, though. He had never shown any mercy to the women he had ruined over the years. I knew Gabriella wasn’t the only one to suffer at the hands of this man. There were probably countless women out there that I was getting revenge for.
I carefully picked up the whip, making sure not to inflict any pain on myself, and walked over to him, allowing him to catch a glimpse of what was in my hand. I got the exact reaction I was hoping for as soon as he saw it.
“Mr. Koslov, please, don’t do any more to me. I promise I won’t go anywhere near Gabriella again. I will disappear from here forever, and no one will ever see me again. Please, I have learned my lesson. I beg of you.”
I walked behind him and brought the tails of the whip down his back with a crack, you could hear the flesh being ripped as the hooks tore down through the skin. The scream that came from Vincent’s lips sent shivers of pleasure through my body. This was the exact feeling I had wanted for the past two weeks, the thrill of torture finally coming back to me. I did this again and again, until his back was unrecognizable as anything other than a bloody mess.
His voice was horse as he tried to beg for forgiveness while I walked over to the table, grabbed the sword, and placed the blooded whip back down. I looked at the poor excuse of a man that was currently strapped to a cross in front of me. The irony hadn’t escaped me that I had just flogged a man attached to a cross in the same way that Jesus had been thousands of years ago. Although, in this case, the man in front of me deserved it.
I hadn’t spoken a word to him throughout his ordeal today. I finally decided now was the time to let him know his fate, if he hadn’t already guessed it.
“I wouldn’t bother pleading any more for your life. The time when I would have relented and let you go has long gone. In fact, it went long before we even met. I could have maybe excused one lost child at your hands. Maybe put it down to a loss of sanity due to drink and drugs, but three? No woman deserves that. That sealed your fate. So I wouldn’t waste your breath, because you won’t be breathing for much longer anyway. However, there is one last thing I need to do before you leave this world, and that is to remove the one thing that you obviously hold dearer in your life than your own fiancée.”
I stood to the side of him looking down at his pathetic excuse for a cock lying helplessly on the chopping block in front of him. I took the sword in both of my hands and raised it high above my head. Vincent’s eyes bulged out of his head as he watched me swiftly bring the sword down, decapitating the appendage from his body. The sound that left his mouth was like nothing I had ever heard from a man before. I couldn’t even describe it in words. He sounded as though he was choking, or even drowning on the blood that was gurgling up into his throat.
I stood there and watched as the life slowly drained from his body. I guessed it wouldn’t be long before he passed out from the excruciating pain he must have been experiencing after I had removed his precious appendage. I wanted him to watch me, though, as I pulled the trigger, finally finishing his worthless life and sending him to hell where he belonged.
“Look at me, mudak.”
He slowly raised his head to look at me standing there with the shotgun in my hand, his face expressing the pain he was feeling. He almost looked relieved when he saw the gun, as if he was thankful that it was finally over.
Part of me wanted to let him live. However, I had promised my malyshka that she would never be bothered by him again, and that meant wiping him off the face of the earth.
“One day we will meet again in hell, Vincent. But you will be there a lot sooner than me.”
I pulled the trigger, blasting his face into an unrecognizable mess of flesh, blood and bones. The scene in front of me was enough to make anyone feel sick. I was lucky the men I had chosen to be here with me were hardened to such sights. At least in front of me, anyway. I threw the gun to the ground and turned to the men standing behind me.
“Do what you need to do. Make sure his body is found, but that it cannot be traced back to us.”
They all bowed their heads in respect to me, and to let me know that my orders would be carried out.
I walked out of the room and headed upstairs to clean up. I had one more visit to make today. One of the most important of my life.