Chapter 38
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Isolde
“You drugged me, and conspired with Rock to have me raped,” Adira says, picking up a bat angrily.
“Incoming,” I murmur, tugging Wren away. She’s become mesmerized with how much of Ophelia’s body she can burn with perfect shapes.
Don’t ask, it’s the perfectionism that some omegas have.
Adira has perfect form as she hits Ophelia in the stomach, and I smirk as her body attempts to protect itself but can’t. Ophelia is stuck in place, the perfect canvas for our anger.
Shrugging, I pass around bats and watch as the omegas beat the shit out of Ophelia. Omegas are supposed to stick together in this world, and Ophelia chose to throw away that type of responsibility. She’s older than I initially thought, her lack of wrinkles making her appear much more youthful.
Even Wren gives a little growl and breaks Ophelia’s kneecaps before really getting into it and finding the pliers that Adira left laying around.
“You’re going to go to the grave in pieces,” she hisses, using the pliers to pinch Ophelia’s nipple and yanking so hard it tears off.
“That’s fun,” Quinn decides. “Do the other! Did you get the cold water treatment too?”
“Her idea of a shower?” Adira sneers. “Fucking sadist.”
God, four different people, so many shared experiences.
“Do it,” I urge Wren. “There’s no reason for her to be lopsided.”
Nodding, she tears off Ophelia’s other nipple and then gets up on her toes to go for the duct tape across Ophelia’s lips.
“Hold on,” I say, grabbing a chair so she can climb up on it. “Leave me her tongue, please. I have a few questions to ask her.”
“Got it,” Wren agrees from her current position on the chair. She isn’t gentle when she rips off the tape, making the omega scream.
“You don’t have to do this!” Ophelia screeches, her head shaking from side to side to evade Wren. “I remember you. I helped you when your alpha was angry. I made him leave!”
“You didn’t give a shit about me,” Wren rasps angrily.
Looking around, I find a pair of gloves and hand them to her. They’re the nasty blue ones that have the powder residue to help your hands stay dry, but taste gross if they’re prying around in your mouth. Don’t ask how I know that.
Wren sniffs angrily, her hands shaking with emotion as she puts the gloves on. Pliers in hand, she squeezes Ophelia’s mouth until it opens and latches her tool on a tooth.
“You helped because you didn’t have time for Trey to lose control and knot my throat,” she snarls. “My life meant nothing to you while you pinched, prodded, and primped me for your mob of buyers.”
Ophelia’s strangled scream as Wren wrestles one of her teeth free drives a thrill of excitement through me. It’s fucked up, but this is my dopamine hit. There’s power in being the reckoning force in someone’s life, knowing they’ll eventually die by your hand.
Wren works until she tires, and then Adira takes over with a knife.
“My mates really enjoy peeling the skin from a man’s body. I doubt it’s any different when it’s a woman, especially when they’re as vile as you are,” she says.
I lose track of time as I watch mesmerized as she pulls the skin from Ophelia’s sternum to her stomach. Shaking myself from the hyperfixation, I begin to ask my questions.
“I can make this all go away,” I lie, smiling as I move so she can see me. The twatmuffin is crying, blood flowing from her mouth as her gums bleed from where they’re torn from having teeth ripped out by the root. “At the very least, I can get you a break while I ask you a few questions.”
Catching on immediately, Adira lifts her hands. She put gloves on as soon as she saw things were going to get bloody, following Wren’s lead.
“The building we were at, that’s not in your name, is it?” I ask, not wanting to talk about Avery. Ophelia may have protective instincts that I don’t want to tap into until needed.
“No,” she gasps. “They’re all in a code name so that no one could find us.”
“What is that name?” Quinn asks, glancing at me for permission before pointing at my bag. Nodding that she can open it, I watch as she finds the spiked bat, eagerly lifting it to test out its weight.
We all ignore Ophelia’s noises as she watches Quinn play with the shiny new toys.
“You have to promise to leave my daughter alone,” she whines. “She’s innocent in this!”
It’s hard for the four of us not to roll our eyes. Her daughter doesn’t have all her marbles.
“That all depends on how you answer our questions,” I shrug. “Adira has made great progress in making Kane a skin suit. Would you like us to invite him into the room?”
The ways her eyes widen makes me grin evilly. Yahtzee. I got you bitch. I will play into her fears without losing an ounce of sleep.
Adira breathes in sharply as if she’s about to yell his name, and Ophelia shakes her head wildly.
“No! God, don’t let that animal anywhere fucking near me. It’s bad enough that his father would rape me whenever he could. You don’t fucking know how bad it was,” she whines.
I’m unsurprised that Rock would hurt the mother of his child. He didn’t ever seem to be the sentimental type.
“We’re waiting,” Adira says instead of yelling for Kane.
“The property is under ROA Pharmaceuticals,” Ophelia says. “It’s a nod to Avery, her parents, and the drugs that I create. Happy now?”
“Not even close,” I growl. “Have you sold any of your drug stash recently?”
“How do you think I get by between auctions?” she scoffs. “As soon as I figured out that the bond breaking drug worked, I started locating buyers. Avery was in charge of getting it into people’s hands, but I’m not sure if that happened since things got busy.”
That’s one way to describe the stripping of my bodily autonomy.
I spend the next hour pulling information from her, liberally using the rack to stretch her body out even further.
Her ankles break first, then her muscles begin to tear, and when she finally passes out, I let Quinn beat the fuck out of Ophelia with her spiked bat.
The blood is really beginning to fly, which is my favorite part.
I doubt we’ll get any more information at this point. Information starts to get unreliable once people know they’re going to die either way. Pulling out my phone, I find a playlist that’s full of Angelic Demons’ songs.
Adira nods at my choice of music as it begins to pump through the room, and Wren takes her first full breath since entering.
“Does anyone object to me having a little fun?” I ask, grinning as I crank up the music and take the bloody spiked bat from Quinn.
The omegas shake their heads, already tired from their own slices of revenge.
“My turn,” I smile.
Ophelia gazes at my face and begins to hyperventilate. She knows this isn’t going to be fun for her. I’m tired of her voice, so I find the gag Kane altered to have spikes come out of once it’s fitted to Ophelia’s face.
I’m glad we went through everything in the bag earlier because there is a very specific button that needs to be pushed for the gag to work. Otherwise, it’s like any other gag.
Unfortunately, I’ve worn enough of these over the years to know how uncomfortable they can be.
My fingers dig into her jaw to force her to open her mouth, not saying anything as I shove the gag inside and secure the strap around the back of her head.
Picking up the scissors, I cut her panties off and that’s when the bitch begins to piss herself.
Jumping away, I sigh as she adds to the mess on the ground.
“I got it,” Adira yells loudly over the music, walking over to the hose that’s attached to the facet on the utility sink.
She turns on the water, then returns holding the sprayer.
Moving away, I give her a thumbs up to start cleaning up the mess.
I’m close enough to be able to hear her begin humming the “Clean up” song from a certain purple dragon, and wonder if Kane has gotten into watching old kids shows in deference to the baby arriving soon.
I can tell the water is freezing as some of it sprays back at me, and Ophelia cries out as Adira makes sure to give me a clean canvas by spraying the bitch with the hose as well. There’s a drain underneath the old cow where the rack holds her in place, which makes it easier to clean up.
I think turnabout is fair play in this instance, don’t you?
“All yours,” Adira calls out, putting the hose away.
“Thanks,” I say, returning to my place. “I think you told me once all omegas are created for getting shit stuffed into their holes, Ophelia. Let’s see how true that is.”
My hand pushes the button on the gag to give her a wider and uglier smile, and then shove the spiked bat into her cunt. Ophelia doesn’t stop screaming once as I continue to use the bat to fuck her with it, and I watch dispassionately as dark blood runs down her legs.
It’ll never be enough and I know it. If the demons will quiet even a little bit when I close my eyes at night, then it’ll be worth it.
“Use those muscles to push out the bat,” I taunt her. “You had a baby, doesn’t that mean you can push out the spikes too?”
Her eyes are full of pain and loathing, but I’m nowhere near done with her. I break more bones as I stretch her across the rack, watching as her arms tear from their sockets. Leaving her in that position, I move to the branding part of my fun.
Opening the door, I smile at Grant who is standing outside. It’s been hours since we began, and the guys have pulled out furniture to hang out and talk.
“What do you need?” he asks, coming closer to me. “She’s not dead yet, because she’s making too much noise and the music is still going.”
Grant doesn’t say a word about how much blood I may or may not be wearing, which is a reminder that I was probably wearing more last night.
“I need fire so I can heat up my brands,” I explain. “I could just carve it into her, but—”
“Fire is sometimes more fun,” he shrugs. I love how he doesn’t flinch from how depraved I can be. “I’m on it.”