Chapter 37 #2
“I need the kills,” I shrug. “It’s what helps all the outside noise. I don’t think that’ll ever change. Therapy isn’t really an option. I’m too fucking scary, and I like the way that last breath feels.”
“Fucking same,” an alpha with dark brown hair in a bun mutters. “I’m Ambrose. I still do some of the dirtier local jobs for Corbin, but I also manage his clubs. Corbin forgets how to talk to people, and needs a lighter touch than Neanderthal.”
“Very cute,” Corbin mutters, taking the time to introduce me to those that I don’t know in the room. I nod, ready to get started.
“I’m feeling twitchy and we have pregnant omegas on their feet,” I say, stretching my neck to ease the tension.
I have an appointment tonight at a hospital to get an overall physical done with bloodwork. It’s the latest the guys will let me push this off. I’m scared of what they’ll find, but I’m trying to suck it up.
I need to know what kind of long term damage Ophelia might have done to my body with her drugs.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Wren?” Shaw asks.
Straightening, she nods.
“I may end up hitting her like a pinata at some point, but I really just need to know she’s dead and gone,” she says.
“There’s a couple of bats in Isolde’s bag,” Kane says helpfully, pulling a smile from Wren.
“Really?” she asks.
“Kane packed lots of toys in the bag,” Adira says, holding out her hand to Wren. “Do whatever you’re comfortable with. No one will ever talk about what happens in that room.”
Nodding, Wren allows herself to be pulled away from her pack.
“Since there’s so much muscle here, how about a little help getting set up?” I ask.
Cian smirks as he nods, turning toward the room where Ophelia’s muffled screams can be heard.
“What do you need? I kept her hands and legs zip tied, but gave her a cup to piss in,” he says.
“That’s more than I got on my last visit with her,” I mutter. “It sounds like a five star hotel.”
Cian shakes his head, and he stops at the door as he waits for instructions.
“I want her strung up in whatever way you can get her. Arms over her head, legs stretched out so she can’t kick out,” I explain.
“I’ve got a rack in here that’ll do that if you feel like breaking a few bones too while you’re at it?” he asks.
My smile widens and Oliver clears his throat.
“Stop flirting with my girl,” he sighs.
“I want the rack,” I say excitedly. “Please and thank you.”
Cian nods, glancing at Shaw, who simply walks further into the warehouse and wheels a genuine rack back to us.
“This is awesome!”
“Does this mean we might be able to get you to move to Minnesota?” Adira asks. As people glance at her, she shrugs. “What? I like her.”
Cian doesn’t seem to know what to do with that as he opens the door and a few of the guys go in to stretch Ophelia’s body over the rack.
Stepping inside, I ground myself with the weight of the bag in my hand as I watch them secure her arms and ankles.
It’s the answer to every fucked up dream I’ve ever had when I think about all the cool toys that the sixteenth century had.
“You’re getting turned on,” Lucas chuckles in my ear. When I flush at the realization, he kisses my temple. “It’s not very noticeable. You smell a little sweeter.”
It makes me realize that I’m not wearing any scent blockers and I sigh as I glance at Cian as he walks over.
“I didn’t have any idea that you were an omega,” he admits.
“You had it so locked down, there was a complete absence of a scent around you. While there are some betas that don’t have any scent, it did make me wonder.
You wanted to protect yourself, and I understand that.
Some of the strongest people I know are omegas, including my daughter.
That wouldn’t have kept me from hiring you. ”
“It would have made it difficult for me in other areas of the country, so this was easier,” I say. “I also was able to hide from Ophelia a lot longer.”
Ophelia struggles against her bonds, and I walk over and crank the lever, blowing the twatbag a kiss as she groans in pain. I’ll be able to slowly break everyone of her goddamned bones with this.
“This is like Christmas,” I whisper excitedly, ignoring Kane’s chuckle.
The tape is still on Ophelia’s mouth, so I’ll leave that on until I need to ask her questions.
Dropping my bag on a table, I turn to watch as a cart is being rolled in by Cian.
“Extra tools in case you need it,” he explains. “Need anything else?”
Adira wanders over and finds pliers, a hammer, and a portable cigarette lighter.
“I’m good,” she murmurs, picking up the cigarette lighter.
I watch as she saunters over to Ophelia and pushes the button on the lighter. Everyone remains silent as the end glows red, and then she presses it curiously against Ophelia’s cheek.
The strangled scream is exactly as satisfying as I thought it would be.
“What she said,” I grin.
“Omegas will always be scary. I don’t fucking care what anyone else says,” Kane says. The guys wave goodbye, and the door closes shut.
I wait for a feeling of claustrophobia to hit but it doesn’t. Hmm. I guess I’m in my happy place then.
“I can cut her clothes off if you want more surface area to play with,” I suggest, picking up a pair of scissors.
“I think everything but her panties should go,” Quinn decides. “It’s more than she afforded some of us.”
Wren takes a breath and takes the scissors from me, surprising me as she cuts off Ophelia’s clothes and removes her shoes.
“I wonder what that’ll feel like on her feet,” I say mildly, my soles aching in memory from the cane.
“Want to try?” Adira asks, handing Wren the cigarette lighter.
Nodding, she trades the scissors for it and crouches near the ground to burn Ophelia. Our eyes all light up as she screams, the knowledge that this is just the beginning of her torture exciting us.
The cigarette lighter leaves perfectly round burn circles, and is pretty strong for being so small. It thinks nothing of burning through several layers of skin.
Game on, bitch. Maybe I’ll get lucky and she’ll live long enough that I’ll miss my doctor appointment.
A girl can dream.