36. Chapter Thirty-Six - Justified Death #2
Then, with a wicked grin, Rupert shifted his focus, forcing a brutal jet into her tight asshole.
The ring of muscle yielded with a sickening pop, dilating against its nature as air flooded her bowels, her abdomen distending visibly, swelling like a pregnancy from hell, the skin stretching taut over the unnatural mound.
The screams escalated into something inhuman, a symphony of shredded vocal cords and bubbling spit.
“S-Something’s tearing! Please! Please—I’m begging you, I’ll do anything!
Mercy!” Her pleas dissolved into gargled wails as her body betrayed her, intestines bloating and shifting beneath the onslaught, audible gurgles and pops echoing from her core, her cunt clenching and spasming around the void.
She wasn’t wrong. The excess air ravaged her from within, pressure building until seams split.
First a trickle of blood-laced mucus from her stretched pussy, then a gush of foul fluids erupting from both holes in a humiliating spray that splattered the floor in puddles of piss, shit, and gore.
Glimpses of displaced organs flashed through the chaos: a loop of intestine bulging against her abdominal wall, translucent and pulsing, threatening to rupture free; her hole gaping wide like a wound.
The male stared in abject horror, his eyes wide and unblinking, his face drained to a ghostly pallor.
Vomit rose in his throat, but my shadows clamped his jaw shut, forcing him to swallow it back down as he retched silently.
Shock held him frozen, but I relished his growing madness, his mind fracturing.
This female, Breeanna, was my canvas now.
Her body, locked rigid by Rupert’s command, bore the marks of our cruelty: deep purple bruises blooming across her thighs and arms where the strain pulled at her flesh, and her ribs heaving in frantic, shallow gasps.
The air invaded her lungs too, inflating them to bursting, each breath a wet rasp as if drowning in her own inflated chest, her nipples puckered hard against the chill.
She teetered on the edge of blackout, eyelids fluttering, but I wouldn’t allow escape.
“Make sure she stays awake,” I growled, my voice thrumming with sadistic delight, lips curling as I traced a claw along her distended belly, feeling the unnatural swell quiver beneath my touch, the skin hot and slick with sweat.
“I want her to feel every inch of her ruin. Let her eyes witness her own destruction.”
Her eyes locked onto mine, wild and fractured, teetering on the brink between shattering agony and the sweet void of death.
“Is this how you pictured your end, you worthless slut?” I chuckled low, shaking my head in mock pity. “No, I bet you never spared a thought for it. Blind little bitch, too busy spreading your legs and ruining lives to consider the consequences.”
She forced another scream through her ravaged throat, desperate to cling to consciousness, but I fixed her with a glare cold enough to freeze hell itself.
“Shut your filthy mouth while I speak, or I shall rip your tongue out and make you choke on it.” My shadows surged into her jaw, clamping it shut with a crack of bone, her lips splitting against the force as blood trickled from the corners, a crimson ribbon tracing her chin.
Her eyelids fluttered, threatening to drop, but Rupert lunged forward, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of her throat like iron vices.
He squeezed just enough to partially crush her windpipe, her gasps turning to wet wheezing gurgles as her face bloomed purple, the delicate skin beneath his grip darkening into a bruise.
He held back, of course. Rupert savored the slow unraveling of human frailty, knowing exactly how to dance along the edge of fatality without tipping over.
He’d keep this meat puppet twitching for as long as I demanded, prolonging the exquisite torment.
The pressure on her airway sent her pulse hammering like a war drum, veins bulging grotesquely across her neck and temples, throbbing with each frantic beat.
I watched, entranced, as her body finally betrayed its limits.
The bloated pussy convulsed in a final spasm, walls tearing wider with a wet rip, hot blood gushing in thick rivulets down her quivering thighs, mixing with the foul slurry of shit and fluids pooling beneath her, her swollen lips fluttering in a death shudder.
“Ah, you are fading fast, aren’t you? I wish I could drag this out forever and watch you break piece by pathetic piece.”
“I can keep her kicking longer,” Rupert replied, his voice dripping with feverish glee, eyes gleaming as he flexed his grip, making her bulge and spasm, her abused cunt clenching around nothing.
He craved weeks of flaying her nerves raw, rebuilding her just to shatter her again.
But I couldn’t indulge him fully; these vermin had to die tonight.
The longer they drew breath, the more Ira might beg for mercy, and I’d cave to her every whim.
Swift execution ensured no such weakness.
“W-What the fuck do you want from us?” Carter bellowed, snapping from his stupor, his voice cracking with terror as he strained against my shadows.
“Quiet, you sniveling coward,” I snapped, my gaze spearing him like daggers, shadows tightening around his balls until he yelped, the pressure coaxing a whimper from his lips. “Your pathetic screams come later. Watch and learn what awaits your worthless hide.”
“Breeanna,” I purred, dragging my claw along her tear-streaked cheek, slicing shallow furrows that wept fresh crimson, the blood beading and trickling into the lines of her face.
“How did it feel, you scheming whore? Did your cunt throb with delight knowing you set that rape in motion upstairs, dooming my Ira to violation?”
Her eyes sharpened then, realization dawning amid the haze of pain, and the venomous glare she shot me ignited a fire in my veins, pure, delicious hatred.
“What a glare.” I laughed maniacally, baring my teeth.
“Your rage is almost endearing, but misplaced. Why seethe now when the cock you craved is repaid in full? Your holes are stretched and ruined just like you planned for her.” I leaned closer, inhaling her ragged breaths, the metallic tang of her blood coating my tongue.
“Fine, speak your lies. Beg like the animal you are.”
I released her jaw with a flick, her mouth gaping in a bloody O, saliva and crimson threading between her lips.
“You—She wasn’t raped!” Breeanna rasped, her voice a shredded whisper, coughing up flecks of blood, her throat working against the ruin. “They didn’t even shove it in her! Please, fuck, let me go—I’ll do anything!”
“Oh, I know every detail,” I smirked, raking my claw down her neck in a languid stroke, parting skin to expose the pulsing artery beneath, her blood’s metallic tang flooding the air like an aphrodisiac, slick and warm.
“But intent is the blade that cuts deepest. You orchestrated her terror without a shred of remorse, you vile cunt. That is your fatal sin for picking the wrong woman to torment.”
“She reeks like a sewer,” Rupert sneered, clamping her throat harder, his fingers sinking into the bruising flesh as he pretended to retch, twisting just enough to make her eyes bulge, her ruptured hole dribbling a final trickle of foul fluid. “Filthy human filth, leaking everywhere.”
“Whine all you want,” I said, wiping her sticky blood from my claw across her heaving tits, the crimson slicks gleaming against her pale, bruised skin.
“Breeanna, look at you… dripping your life out onto the carpet like the trash you are. I shielded Ira from your worst, but you? You crossed into hell on your own terms. Be thankful I am granting you a quick end tonight. If Rupert led, he would string this out for months by peeling your skin in strips, fucking the wounds open, keeping you alive to scream through every dawn, your ruined cunt gaping as he worked. But no, your agony peaks here. Savor it.”
Tears carved bloody trails down her ruined face, the last pathetic dregs of desperation oozing from her worthless human shell, her quivering thighs trembling as her body continued to leak.
But was it enough?
No. Not nearly.
I craved more of her screams echoing longer, her body twisting in fresh hells, and her pulse thrumming against my grip with each shrieking beat. But no, I couldn’t let my sick, twisted desires take over. I needed to end this now before I allowed it to last longer.
Plus, I needed to relieve the other human of his cock too. The one who had filthily touched her, his vile hands still reeking of Ira’s skin.
All before Ira woke up.
That realization settled into me like a stone.
Ira.
I needed to be with her.
I took over, latching onto her neck and digging my sharp nails through the flesh, feeling the hot gush of blood slick my fingers. She tried screaming, but I punctured her larynx in the process, the sound cutting into a wet gurgle as blood spewed into her lungs, drowning her from within.
This was the end for her, and I only grinned wider, my eyes gleaming with satisfaction as she stared at me for her final moments, her dying cunt giving one last weak spasm against the ruin between her thighs.
“This is all for my beloved, whom you dared to disrespect: Ira.”
That was the last word she heard before her eyes dimmed and her soul slowly faded away, the warmth of her body cooling beneath my touch.
Taking a human life had never felt intoxicating until the moment it became an offering made for Ira.
My eyes slowly paraded over to Carter, who gasped and then retched onto the carpet below, his body convulsing as bile splattered across the floor.
I couldn’t help but chuckle with amusement as the last contents left his stomach, the sound of his retching mingling with the wet rasp of his breath.
My mouth elongated and widened, showcasing all my sharp teeth, the gleam of my fangs catching the dim light.