36. Chapter Thirty-Six - Justified Death
After she fell back asleep, I watched her for hours.
Her short, rapid breaths held me enraptured, each shallow pant stirring something raw and primal beneath my ribs, but I needed to handle business.
I thought being next to her would calm me enough, would keep me from going back and ripping them all to shreds, ending their miserable existence, but it was futile.
My rage boiled over the more I watched the drugs move through her veins.
Her pulse fluttered beneath her skin, delicate and vulnerable, and I could physically see the vile chemicals working their way through her blood, her flesh, her warmth.
Gods, my teeth clenched so tightly they forced my fangs to elongate without permission.
Inhaling was the only thing that brought me back to semi-human form, the scent of her clinging to my tongue like a prayer.
I couldn’t watch it any longer. Once I knew she was safe and secure, I swept away toward the humans who dared to touch—no, even think about what was mine.
Ira. My beloved lamb. She deserved so much more than a weakling such as I, but knowing she was mine brought great solace to me, a quiet ache settling deep in my chest like a second heartbeat.
So I knew without a doubt that I would avenge her in the only way I knew how.
By ridding them of their pathetic lives so she could live at peace and so I could finally be appeased.
“Quit,” the girl giggled as the boy beside her nibbled on her ear. “It tickles, Cart.”
He climbed over her. “‘M horny,” he murmured, flicking his pants button open.
Even hearing the sound through a few walls made me wearily sick.
Humans were grotesque creatures, but it was worse knowing these humans were the ones who violated what was mine.
They took her kindness and ripped right through it, defiling her body with their filthy intrusions, their fingers, their mouths, their cocks sinking into places that belonged to me.
Though what I was about to do to them would be far worse.
At least I would grant them a swift end compared to the prolonged agonies Rupert craved.
“C’mon, brother,” Rupert sang beside me, a sadistic smirk curling his lips, his eyes gleaming with hunger for pain. “Shall I lead the charge?”
I exhaled, listening in once more. The lewd slaps of flesh and her muffled moans echoed through the walls, fueling the rage boiling in my veins.
That disgusting worm had plunged his cock into my Ira, spilling his seed on her without remorse, her body trembling beneath his weight as he took what was never his.
And now he rutted into this whore as if she were nothing more than a wet, willing hole to be filled.
I growled low, the sound vibrating through my chest, causing Rupert to quirk a brow at my outburst.
I wanted to roll my eyes at his intrigued expression, but the fury held me rigid. “Let us go.”
“Have you changed your mind?” He pounced beside me excitedly, his claws twitching in anticipation. “I have so many new torture methods for these worthless humans. Flaying their skin while we plummet thousands of feet in the air, or perhaps carving out their entrails slowly as they fuck each other.”
“Is that why you’re so quick to help?” I hummed languidly as we swept up to the balcony door, the air thick with the scent of their sweat and sin, the musk of their coupling clinging to my senses like poison.
“Calling your bloodlust ‘aid for Ira’ when you’d revel in twisting their bodies into screams regardless. ”
“Blah blah.” He puffed his cheeks mockingly, flicking his wrist to shatter the lock.
The door swung open with a violent crack, startling the two humans mid-thrust. The boy’s pathetic cock slid out of the female’s dripping slit, drooping flaccid and slick with her juices at the intrusion, their bodies still flushed and glistening from the act.
“The fuck—How did you even get in here? Who are you blokes?!” the boy stammered, scrambling back, his face paling as he clutched at the sheets.
“Oh boy.” Rupert slinked forward like a predator, his gaze locking onto the deflated penis with revulsion and delight.
He snarled, baring fangs dripping with venomous intent.
“That pathetic thing violated your beloved? Tsk, she must have been desperate for any scrap of attention. You should chain her down next time, brother. Teach her the cost of spreading her legs for scum like this.”
“Hush,” I gritted out, the reminder twisting like a knife in my gut.
My carelessness had allowed this abomination to touch her, staining her skin with the filth of his release.
The blame gnawed at me, a festering wound, but vengeance would cleanse it.
“It was a terrible error on my part. She sought only to ease her desires.”
Rupert scoffed, lunging forward to seize a fistful of the girl’s long, black hair.
He yanked her off the bed with brutal force, her scalp tearing slightly as strands ripped free in bloody clumps.
He dangled her in the air like a broken puppet, her naked body twisting futilely, legs kicking at empty space while her breasts heaved with panicked sobs, nipples pebbled from fear.
“Although I fear your beloved is far more enticing than this sniveling slut,” Rupert sneered, his free hand clawing between her thighs.
He jammed his fingers into her exposed cunt without mercy, spreading the slick folds wide as she screamed, the sound raw and piercing.
Her vaginal walls spasmed in agony around his invading digits, clenching desperately as blood trickled from the rough intrusion, mixing with the remnants of the boy’s arousal cooling on her thighs.
“Stop! Please, it hurts!” she squeaked, her body bucking wildly against his iron grip, nails scraping uselessly at his unyielding arm. Tears streamed down her face, snot bubbling from her nose as terror choked her.
Rupert grumbled, yanking her hair tighter until her neck arched back at an unnatural angle, vertebrae creaking beneath the strain.
A fresh spurt of blood welled from her scalp, dripping down her back in warm rivulets that caught the dim light.
“Cease your pathetic wriggling, worm.” He infused his command with dark power, forcing her muscles to lock rigidly mid-struggle.
Her body stiffened instantly, suspended like a corpse, but her eyes bulged with horror, and choked sniffles escaped her lips as muffled whimpers vibrated in her throat.
Rupert’s fingers delved deeper, twisting viciously inside her, scraping against her inner walls until she convulsed in silent torment, her clit swelling involuntarily from the forced exposure, a throbbing pearl of raw sensitivity.
“The fuck is goin’ on?” the sick creature snarled, lunging forward in a pathetic bid for heroism, his flaccid cock swinging uselessly between his legs, still wet with her juices.
I lifted my hand lazily, shadows coiling from my fingers to seize his throat and pin him against the wall, his feet dangling inches off the floor.
“Halt,” I murmured, my voice a silken blade.
“Your turn will come soon enough, insolent worm. Savor the anticipation. It’s the last pleasure you’ll know. ”
“What—” He thrashed wildly, veins bulging in his neck as invisible chains crushed his windpipe just enough to choke his words into gurgles. “What did you do to me!? Let me go, you freaks!”
I ignored his frantic spasms, my gaze fixed on Rupert’s depraved artistry.
He plunged deeper into the female’s ravaged cunt, his power manifesting as a rush of compressed air that bloated her vaginal walls from within, stretching the slick pink flesh grotesquely wide like a balloon on the verge of bursting.
The lips of her pussy peeled back obscenely, exposing the quivering tunnel in all its violated glory, glistening with fear-slicked juices and flecks of blood from the initial tear, the tender inner skin flushed and raw.
A guttural scream ripped from her throat, raw and animalistic, as Rupert funneled more air inside her, inflating her pussy to impossible dimensions.
The skin stretched taut, translucent in places, veins throbbing visibly beneath as the pressure built to excruciating levels.
Her clit engorged against her will, protruding like a raw nerve begging for torment, pulsing with every frantic heartbeat.
“You see this, brother?” Rupert crowed, his eyes alight with manic glee, twisting his wrist to direct the airflow in erratic pulses that made her inner walls flutter and spasm in agony, her hole gaping and contracting in helpless rhythm.
“I do,” I murmured, tilting my head to admire the spectacle, her howls reverberating off the walls like music to my blackened soul.
The sound of her suffering was a balm, mirroring the invisible scars those bastards had carved into Ira’s innocence, each cry another note in a dark symphony soothing my rage.
“Stop! Oh God, fuck! Make it stop! It’s ripping me apart!” she cried, her voice cracking into wet sobs, her body jerking in Rupert’s unyielding grip as tears carved muddy tracks down her streaked face, her breasts quivering with each desperate heave.
I savored every plea, the way her desperation twisted my rage into dark ecstasy.
This was justice: raw, unrelenting, a balm for wounds unseen.
“Perhaps she can widen a little more,” I smirked, materializing beside Rupert in a blur of shadows.
I hovered over her suspended form, drinking in the sight of her bloated, abused hole as he ramped up the influx, slamming gales of air into her pussy until the entrance gaped like a cavern, the rim fraying with micro-tears that wept crimson, her slick inner flesh glistening obscenely.