Chapter 8
Little Piglets
Lolli-Gag
Groaning, I wake up screaming. It rips out of me before I know I’m awake.
Before I know where I am. My eyes fly open and I remember.
The straps that continue to bite, except these feel a little different.
Shards of glass scrape against my skin with every move my wrists make.
Blood drips. I can feel it running down my flesh.
My head jerks side to side and I see Axel, naked, hanging from hooks as a rod is inserted into him.
He screams, and my vision blurs as the dull hum of the machine turns on and my body convulses.
My screams almost match his but they don’t.
He continues to scream as I look away, making my stomach twist.
“Axel…” I say, my voice cracking. “Stop!” I yell, but the machine hums louder. Someone moves beside me. I can’t see them but I can feel their hands between my legs. “NO! Stop touching me,” I yell again, my throat feels like sand paper.
“Procedure continuing. We are almost done with the extraction,” the voice says.
Then I feel it. The sharp poke of a metal object sliding inside me.
Too deep. My back arches as I try to move away from the pain but the dull hum increases and the electric zaps flow throughout my body, making me convulse against the table.
“Jethro,” I cry out, but the straps tighten and my body jerks.
White. Black. Sound tearing itself apart.
Axel screams as I listen to skin slapping against skin, then the humming quiets and I look to the side and see multiple people touching Axel as his body shivers.
He calls out for his mom, for Caspian, then Presley.
“Get away from him! Stop! Leave him alone! You’re hurting him!
” I cry out, wanting to help him but I can’t.
I can’t even help my fucking self. His cries get louder, and suddenly, I’m not on the table anymore.
I’m somewhere else. Darkness greets me and red eyes glow in the distance.
“Jethro?” I call out, and he walks closer.
“You left,” I snap, but he doesn’t move.
“No,” he says calmly. “You did.”
I gasp as he walks closer to me, almost right into my face.
“They made you small,” he continues, and my hands curl into fists. “They made you quiet.” The darkness pulses and Axel screams again. Louder. Closer.
“They’re hurting him,” I whisper as Jethro tilts his head.
“And you’re letting them,”
Then something snaps. “I’m done letting anything happen! Fuck this shit!” I grit, and his smile spreads proudly.
“Good.” The darkness cracks and I’m thrusted back into the room.
My eyes snap open as the straps dig deep against my skin.
Axel screams so loudly but I can see him more clearly now.
He’s across the room, now strapped down just like me.
His body is convulsing uncontrollably as someone turns the knob up higher…
and higher. Foam leaks from his lips, and all I want to do is reach out and hold his hand. Assure him that he’s not alone.
“Hey. Hey. Axel. Follow my voice,” I say, and his screams falter. “I’m here. You’re not alone,” I tell him, but someone moves behind me.
“I said—” he starts, and a giggle rips from my raw throat.
“You talk too much,” I say.
“Break it,” Jethro tells me. His voice is deep, sharp, commanding, and my smile widens. My fingers twitch and the straps—they don’t feel as tight anymore, or maybe… I’m stronger. My wrists twist as pain seeps into my skin, but I don’t stop as the leather strains, making my smile stretch.
“You should’ve made these tighter.” I grin as the orderly steps into view. Too late. The first strap gives, snapping, and freedom hits like a shock. The rest follows faster as blood drips down both of my wrists.
“That’s it,” Jethro hums, and I sit up, the room tilting a bit as Axel still screams.
“Hold on,” I whisper as I stand, slow and unsteady. My legs feel like jello, causing me to stumble a bit as my hands reach for the table, curling my fingers around the edge. My eyes narrow at the orderly who is backing up. “Yeah, that’s right. Keep moving,” I growl.
“You need to—” But I cut him off.
“No! You needed to stop!” I spit as I grab anything closest to me.
Yes. Electric cattle prod. I lift it, hold it in my hands, feeling the weight of it, then I click the button and it zaps, making me giggle.
“Come here little piggy,” I taunt, taking a step, and then another as he backs up, but the poor asshole has nowhere to go.
I giggle as I continue to walk to him. His body shakes in fear as he yells for help but the two others are too busy hurting my friend to really grasp what’s coming to them.
I corner the orderly and he cowers like a little bitch, so I take the prod and jab it into his ribs, making him cry out.
“How does it feel?” I ask, pressing the button, digging the prod deeper into his side.
He shakes, and I laugh. Tears pour down his cheek and I lean in, licking them. “Doesn’t feel too good does it?” I ask.
“N—no, p-please let me go. I’ll do anything,” he stutters, making me giggle.
“Open your mouth,” I tell him, and his eyes widen.
“W-What?”
“I said, open your mouth. You hard of hearing?” I ask, giggling. He shakes his head, and I press the button once more, then let go.
“Okay. Okay,” he cries out, opening his mouth slowly. My smile stretches as I lift the prod, bringing it to his lips.
“How’s your gag reflex?” I ask, and his eyes widen, then I shove the prod down his throat roughly and press the button.
Smoke flows from his throat and out of his mouth.
Burning flesh hits my senses and I gag. Skin being melted from the inside out smells like rot and bacteria mixed in with sour milk.
He screams and gags around the prod while his entire body shakes then falls to his knees, and I slam the bottom of the rod further down.
He goes still, falling towards me, so I step out of the way, letting his face hit the tile floor with a slap.
“Very good. Honeycomb. You’re almost done. Now save our friend,” Jethro encourages, and before I step towards Axel, I look around the room for something sharp. I need blood. I need to paint this room red and pink.
“Something is coming. We need to move fast,” he warns, and I grab a scalpel and a hook.
Then I twirl towards Axel, spinning behind one of the orderly’s currently sucking his cock.
I tilt my head and clear my throat as I take the hook, slipping it around his throat.
He freezes, and I pull back hard enough to remove his mouth from Axel’s dick.
“You’re not doing it right. Here, let me help you.
” I giggle as I yank the hook and twist, pulling it through his throat and ripping his esophagus right from his neck.
Blood pours all over Axel's lap and legs as the orderly’s body drops.
I laugh, bringing the body part to my lips and sucking the dripping blood.
The other man stills then backs away from Axel.
“I’d run if I were you,” I warn, and he does just that.
My hands work quickly and I attack the straps, unbuckling them.
“Hey,” I whisper again. “You're safe, my friend,” I tell him as his body shakes, his eyes are wild but he sees me. “You’re okay,” I tell him again as Jethro hums softly.
“I just can’t take you with me. You have to be strong enough to get up on your own,” I say, and his eyes shutter, then he takes a deep breath.
“Now leave,” Jethro says, and I nod, but Axel grabs my wrist, stopping me. My eyes shoot to his and a small smile curls his top lip.
“Thank you,” he whispers, and I smile, giving him a little curtsy.
He releases me and I walk to the door. My hand wraps around the handle and I pause, just for a second, as a smile spreads across my face.
“Ready,” I whisper, not knowing for sure if I’m talking to myself or asking Jethro, but I open the door and everything stops.
They’re here. Jagger at the front breathing heavily with his eyes locked on me like he’s waiting to break the world open to get to me.
Killian is behind him, still and focused.
Lucifer is smiling as always. Does he ever not smile?
But there’s a fourth. Who is he? No one speaks and, for a moment, no one moves.
Then my smile widens and I twirl around them, making their eyes follow my movement.
“Miss me?” I giggle.