Chapter Fifty-Five
Quinn - Present Day
Betrayal - Warren Zeiders
Lulu has been waiting on the sidelines to give me some pointers on the best ways to make Eric suffer.
Millie’s body is decomposing on the side while we wait for a clean-up crew to come get her and chuck her on the roadside somewhere for discovery.
I feel bad that my dad will have to clean up all of this mess, but you know, it’s the least he deserves.
“Well, Little Brother, how the tables have turned.”
“Fuck you, you fat little slag.” Bones’ fist comes out of nowhere and shatters his cheekbone.
“Don’t talk to my Mrs like that, you dumb cunt.”
“Or what?” Eric sneers.
“You may think that nothing scares you, but I can guarantee when it comes down to it, you’ll be begging for mercy just from the pain.”
I pick up a screwdriver and some pliers from the pile of tools on the bench and make my way over to him. I cut his clothes off earlier; he doesn’t deserve to be warm. Lulu walks over to me. “Are you ready, Quinny?”
“I am.” I direct my attention to Eric. “You know the only reason you were able to rape me is because you have a penis?”
“What are you talking about?”
“Well, because you have a penis, when you put it into someone’s vagina, backside, or mouth without their permission, it’s called rape.
If you’d have used an object, or any other body part that isn’t a penis, it wouldn’t be classified as rape; it would be sexual assault by penetration.
Crazy, isn’t it? Women can’t legally rape another woman.
Men can stick things into a woman, and it can only be called sexual assault.
But the minute you put your penis inside someone nonconsensually, you’re automatically a rapist. Legally, in this country, both men and women can be raped, but only men can commit rape. ”
“What’s your point?”
“Well, funny you should ask. I couldn’t legally rape you because I don’t have a penis. I could, however, penetrate you with, say, an object. Does that sound like fun to you? Because it sure sounds like fun to me. I get to do to you what you did to me, without the label of being a rapist.”
He mumbles to himself.
“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch that.”
“I think he needs some encouragement, baby.” Bones says as I open up the pliers and attach them to the head of his penis, squeezing harder and harder until he finally relents and a bloodcurdling scream comes from him.
“Ooooo. It’s like my favourite theme tune.” Lulu cackles. I take the screwdriver and dip it into the petrol can strategically placed by the side of me. “He clearly has a pain kink because his dick is hard now.”
“Kinky bastard.” Bones laughs as he gets closer, ready for the big show to begin.
I line up the screwdriver with his urethra.
“Imagine that the screwdriver is your dick when you stuck it inside of me without my consent.” His eyes go wide.
“Wai—” I slam it inside him and revel in the beads of sweat that pour from him due to the pain.
“Does that hurt, Little Brother? Shall I make it better?” He whimpers as my eyes bounce around the garage and land on the air compressor. “Ding, ding, ding: round two!”
I find a length of plastic and tape it to the connecting part of the air compressor, pouring more petrol over it to act as lubrication. I never said I’d make it easy for him, did I?
“Baby, gag him and then bend him over, please.”
“With pleasure.” Bones comes over and pulls him up onto his knees before throwing him face down on the ground.
When he’s done, he kisses me passionately.
“The perfect angle.” I chuckle to myself as I slide the air compressor into the correct position and ram the pipe into his backside as he screams. “I haven’t even switched it on yet, you little bitch. ”
Screams continue to ring from him as the pipe tears into his asshole, and blood begins to leak from him. From this position, the screwdriver is scratching against the floor. He’s crying like a bitch when I spot the soldering iron on the side and a fork next to it. Perfection.
I let the soldering iron heat up for a few minutes.
Now, technically, soldering irons are for metal, not flesh, but I thought it could be fun to see what kind of damage we could do.
I wink at Lulu, who smirks as she cottons on to what I’m doing, and I crouch behind Eric, reach under the compressor pipe, and swipe at his penis with the soldering iron. He yelps.
The smell of burning flesh hits my nostrils, and any other time I would be heaving, but right now, all I want to do is keep burning.
I want his cock to be disfigured, the way he disfigured me on the inside.
I swipe at it over and over until there are rigid lines up and down the shaft of his cock.
Shame it’s not very big. I could have signed my name.
He’s sweating buckets from the pain. I pick up the fork and walk around to his face, gripping his hair. I pull his head back to force him to look at me.
Donna, if you’re reading this, I’m really fucking sorry, but I couldn’t help myself. I stab him directly in the eyeball with the fork, but I’m disappointed when I don’t hear so much as a pop. He promptly passes out. Pussy.
“You seem disappointed, Little Magpie.”
“It didn’t pop.” I stamp my foot.
He chuckles.
“Eyes are built to withstand an immense amount of pressure, so they’re unlikely to pop.
No harm in trying again though, is there?
” he says, holding his hand out for the fork.
I pass it to him, and he wraps both of our hands around it, and we both ram the fork into his remaining eyeball.
It doesn’t pop, but the fact we did it together outdoes the disappointment I felt the first time.
“It’s your turn, baby.” I encourage him to take his swipe at him. Lulu is just watching like a proud parent sending her kids off into the big, wide world.
He kicks him in the ribs until Eric grunts, coming back around. Luckily for us, none of his wounds has been fatal so far. Perfectly curated to be painful, though.
“Do you like the heat, Eric?”
“Huh?” he mumbles from beneath his gag.
“I’m going to burn you alive until there are only ashes left.”
Eric screams as Bones pours the remainder of the petrol all over him.
He cries out, and I remove his gag. “What’s that, Little Brother?”
“I said, I’ll fuck you in Hell, big sister.”
Bones strikes the match, checking if it's still okay for him to throw it down.
I nod at him, and just as he lets go of the match, I turn the compressor up to full throttle.
Eric bursts into flames in front of my eyes, and from the opposite side of the garage, I watch them dance in the eyes of the man I love.
“Not if I fuck you first, Little Brother.”