Chapter 30
Dom
As I admire our work of art spread across her body, the cuts still dripping crimson every now and then while she hangs there shaking and crying, the monster in my head suddenly comes up with another brilliant fucking idea.
Brilliant for us.
Absolutely horrifying for her.
“Pass me that canister,” I tell Cain without taking my eyes off Sierra for even a second.
The corner of his mouth twitches as he slowly pushes himself off the couch before grabbing the heavy container I left beside it earlier.
“Fucking finally,” he says, sounding almost excited as he carries it toward me. “Now we’re actually gonna have some fucking fun.”
A sick grin slowly spreads across my face the second he places it into my hands. The metal feels cold against my palms while I carefully twist the lid open, making sure not to spill any on myself before bringing it closer to my face and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck,” I mutter with genuine satisfaction. “I fucking love this smell.”
“But it smells even better burnt,” Cain adds casually from beside me.
My eyes slowly flick toward him, and a warped kind of satisfaction immediately coils through me before I turn my attention back to Sierra. The second she properly notices the canister, sheer terror floods her face so fast it’s almost embarrassing to watch.
“No… wait…”
Before she can say anything else, I violently swing the container toward her. Liquid immediately crashes over her body from neck to toe, soaking her completely within seconds. She screams instantly—the sound shoots straight through my chest, so warm and sharp it almost makes me laugh.
God, I love that fucking sound.
“It’s not my fault you puked all over yourself, kitten,” I tell her calmly while liquid keeps dripping from her soaked body onto the floor. “Thought you probably needed another wash.”
She starts shaking even harder, terror spreading across her face while sobs keep tearing out of her chest one after another.
“Please… please don’t do this…”
“Here.” Tess slips in beside me and holds out a lighter, the smile on her lips sharpening as she stares at the absolute mess her cousin has become. “You’ll probably need this.”
I take the lighter from her slowly, turning it once between my fingers while Cain casually reaches for her hand behind her.
“You know what?” he says while glancing toward the door. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
“But I wanna watch,” she complains with a small pout, genuine disappointment written all over her face.
Cain laughs softly before pointing toward the security camera flickering quietly in the corner of the room.
“We can watch the replay later.”
She watches the camera in silence before finally smiling and giving a reluctant nod. “Fine.”
The two of them start walking toward the door while Sierra’s breathing instantly turns more frantic the second she realizes they’re actually leaving her alone with me.
I slowly flick the lighter open inches away from her trembling body, the tiny flame dancing between my fingers while her terrified eyes lock onto it immediately.
“It’s time for our honeymoon, kitten,” I whisper softly.
I let the lighter slip from my fingers before dropping it onto the floor between her feet, and the second it touches the ground, the gasoline ignites instantly.
Fire explodes across her body so fast it almost looks unreal for a split second, bright violent flames swallowing her completely while a horrific scream tears out of her throat hard enough to make something almost euphoric twist through my chest.
Fuck.
The sound alone nearly sends me into fucking heaven.
Her scream barely has time to settle before the sharp sound of metal tears through the room, bouncing violently off the walls while the rail above her head lurches to life.
The chains yank her sideways through the air like a fucking puppet, flames trailing behind her burning body while she swings directly toward the massive barrel positioned only a few feet away to her right.
Jesus Christ.
This is fucking beautiful.
My pulse pounds harder and harder the longer I watch her thrash and scream beneath the flames, every last bit of composure breaking apart while the fire lights up the room in violent orange flashes.
She looks absolutely fucking insane like this. Like some screaming human torch being dragged through the air, and I can’t stop fucking grinning.
God.
I swear I could fucking cum from this.
I yank the remote from my pocket before pressing the button immediately, excitement hitting me so hard it almost feels dizzying.
The restraints release at once. Sierra drops straight into the barrel like a burning fucking fireball. Water erupts everywhere the second she crashes into it, splashing across the floor, the walls, even my clothes while steam instantly explodes upward from the barrel in thick, violent clouds.
The flames die almost immediately as they hit the water, but she still thrashes wildly inside the container, muffled screams and frantic splashing echoing through the room while the chains above the barrel continue swaying from the force of the drop.
I’ve never seen anything prettier in my entire fucking life.
My eyes drift toward the remains still scattered across the floor, and another brilliant idea immediately sparks inside my head.
Fucking perfect.
I crouch down before picking something up from beside Vince’s torso, casually brushing blood off it with my thumb while a sick kind of excitement slowly crawls across my face.
Behind me, Sierra keeps thrashing wildly inside the barrel for another couple seconds, water splashing over the sides while muffled choking sounds echo through the room.
I let her struggle just a little longer, then I finally press another button on the remote. The mechanism above the barrel immediately jerks back to life before slowly lifting her out of the water.
The second her head breaks the surface, violent coughing instantly tears out of her while water pours from her mouth and soaked hair—her entire body shaking uncontrollably as she desperately tries dragging air back into her lungs.
Jesus Christ, she looks so fucking perfect.
I keep playing with the controls for another second, carefully adjusting the chains until her body slowly lowers toward the edge of the massive barrel.
Her body settles over the thick metal rim once I stop the mechanism, leaving her folded awkwardly across the barrel while water keeps dripping from her soaked skin in steady streams.
The thing’s deep enough that the entire upper half of her body hangs dangerously over the water now, her face hovering only inches above the surface every time another violent cough shakes through her. One wrong movement and she’ll fall headfirst right back into it.
Perfect.
Her ass and legs hang off the side facing me while the upper half of her body stays bent over the barrel, trembling arms barely managing to hold some of her weight against the slippery metal edge. She looks completely fucking ruined. Like somebody snapped her in half and left the pieces there.
But it still doesn’t satisfy whatever’s broken inside me. Not even fucking close. Because in the short amount of time we have left, I wanna make sure she regrets every single second she spent making Reed’s life a living hell. I want her to feel exactly what he felt.
Helpless.
Humiliated.
Broken down until there’s barely anything left inside her anymore.
The memories hit all at once, vile enough to make something twist violently inside my chest while I remain fixed on her soaked body slumped over the barrel.
Them spitting on him.
Laughing at him.
Beating him like he was fucking nothing.
My jaw tightens immediately.
Stupid little prick. I still don’t understand why the fuck he never told me or Cain about any of this shit.
I mean, yeah, we were miles away most of the time back then, too busy with our own fucked-up lives, but none of that would’ve mattered.
He was still our baby brother. I would’ve shown up the second he asked me to.
Both of us would’ve. But Reed had always been too fucking proud for that—too stubborn.
And honestly… he was probably right not to call us.
Because family has always been everything to me and Cain.
Always. And Reed probably knew things would’ve gotten unimaginably fucked if we ever found out what they were doing to him.
A slow breath leaves me while I stare at Sierra trembling above the water.
Yeah.
He definitely knew.
“Time to pay your debt, kitten,” I rasp before bringing my hand down hard against her ass.
The reaction is instant. She lets out a painful scream while her entire body jerks violently over the metal rim, fresh agony immediately ripping through the burned skin stretched across her body.
“Hope you missed your boyfriend,” I mutter darkly while forcing her legs farther apart with one hand.
The second she realizes what I’m holding, pure horror instantly crashes across her face.
A broken sob escapes her as her trembling arms nearly give out against the slippery metal edge of the barrel, her face dropping dangerously close to the water beneath her before she barely manages to catch herself again.
“Please…” she chokes out violently, fear flooding her voice all over again. “Please don’t…”
But that reaction only amuses me even more.
“You wanted to fuck around,” I bite out coldly while forcing her legs farther apart.
She instantly starts trembling harder as I hold her, sheer terror flooding her face the second she realizes what I’m about to do.
“Now you’re gonna find out.” A strangled cry breaks from her the second I rip the device out of her and shove the bloodied object inside her tight cunt instead. The realization hits her immediately.
“No! Please, Dom!” Her voice completely falls apart while she nearly slips forward into the barrel again, trembling arms barely managing to keep her from falling headfirst into the water.
God, fear looks so fucking good on her.
“Since you already ate his cock,” I add darkly while fucking her pussy, “I guess you’ll love having at least his fingers inside you one last time.”
The crying starts immediately, exactly like I knew it would, but honestly, that changes absolutely nothing for her.
“Shhh,” I whisper almost gently while holding her in place. “Close your eyes, kitten.” I hum softly under my breath. “Just pretend it’s you and pretty Vince again.”
Another broken sob tears out of her throat while I force the dead arm deeper with a slow, cruel twist, the movement instantly ripping a ragged scream out of her as her entire body jerks violently over the edge above the water.
Her cries only grow louder afterward, turning sharp and hysterical as they start drilling straight into my skull.
My patience runs out fast, and I grab the back of her head with my free hand before forcing her face straight into the water.
She immediately starts thrashing wildly, arms slamming against the sides of the barrel while water splashes violently everywhere as she desperately tries to break free from me.
A quiet laugh slips out of me while I hold her beneath the surface.
Fucking pathetic.
I keep her there for another second before finally yanking her back up by her soaked hair. She gasps violently for air the moment her face breaks the surface, choking and coughing while water streams down her face and chest.
“If you stay quiet,” I growl near her ear, my fist tightening in her hair, “I won’t do that again.”
“Okay…” she whispers weakly, her voice so quiet and broken I can barely hear it over the dripping water around us.
“If you want me to stop,” I breathe against her ear while brushing my hand through her hair, my other hand continuing the same cruel rhythm between her trembling legs, “then let me hear you moan, kitten.”
A few more sobs slip out of her at first, broken and shaky, but eventually she obeys. Soft moans slowly start filling the room instead, bouncing off the water and walls before sliding straight into my ears like the world’s most fucked-up lullaby.
“That’s it, princess,” I breathe against her skin before slowly pushing Vince’s arm deeper inside her.
“P-please…” she whimpers between broken moans, barely managing to get the words out properly.
“Oh?” I whisper against her skin. “You want it deeper, princess?”
“N-no…”
The second the words leave her mouth, I shove her head back down into the barrel again.
Her body instantly starts thrashing against my grip while muffled screams and violent splashing fill the room—pure desperation taking over her all over again.
At the same time, I force the severed arm deeper inside her cunt, twisting it slightly just to hear the broken sounds that escape her beneath the water.
That’s what you deserve, you fucking bitch.
The mechanism jerks again the second I press the control, slowly dragging her back out of the water while streams keep pouring off her body.
Every breath sounds wet and broken while her head hangs low, soaked hair covering most of her face as weak tremors keep running through her arms and legs.
For a moment, I just stand there watching her drip all over the floor in complete silence.
Absolutely fucking ruined.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this proud of anything in my life.
A satisfied grin slowly spreads across my face before I press another button on the remote. The mechanism above us immediately starts moving again, chains rattling softly while her broken body slowly lifts away from the edge of the barrel.
She barely even reacts anymore, her body reduced to weak trembling, broken sobs, and tiny exhausted breaths.
I guide the controls carefully this time, lowering her toward the wet floor before finally releasing the restraints completely.
She collapses hard onto the concrete with a loud splash, her body locking in place the second the impact hits.
Then suddenly she starts dragging desperate breaths into her lungs, coughing violently against the soaked floor while her body twitches weakly like a dying fish thrown onto dry land.
I just stand there quietly watching her. Admiring her.
The cuts spread across her body still drip crimson every now and then, mixing with the water beneath her while reddened burns and small blisters cover parts of her skin from the flames.
Her soaked black hair sticks messily to her face and chest while Vince’s severed arm still remains lodged inside her cunt, like the final touch on a masterpiece.
And honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever created anything more beautiful in my entire fucking life.