Chapter 47
Chapter Forty-Seven
KILLIAN
“This was your idea. You trained my parents on how to be monsters. But do they know why you never raped me?”
His eyes bore into her as he subtly shakes his head.
“Tell them.”
When he speaks, he has a thick southern accent.
“Because you threatened to bite my penis off. You’re a psycho, so I believed you.”
She wags her finger at him.
“That’s not the whole truth, is it John Steve? How did we get to that point? Now is the time to confess your sins.”
He trembles, avoiding Jedediah’s gaze as if he’s afraid of him. Seeing as he’s currently chained to a cross, Heather is the only person he should be afraid of at this moment.
“I was trying to start my own church.”
Her mother writhes in pain on the floor, repeatedly attempting to get up but failing miserably. It’s as if she has forgotten that she’s shackled.
“Kill me.” She gasps out and Heather giggles maniacally.
“Not yet, mother dearest.”
Turning her attention back to John Steve, she stands in front of him, her eyes filled with hatred for this man.
“Right. You came into my room, put your dick in my face and told me if I sucked you off good enough that you’d take me away from there. But you wanted me to kill the Prophet on my way out. Didn’t you?”
His head hangs down as he nods slightly.
“Out loud.”
“Yes. I taught him everything he knew. Set everything up for him, and he got selfish. He wanted all the girls for himself. I knew you were the strongest, and my best chance for success. You refused me, and then later that night, disappeared.”
Fuck. And look at her now. My chest swells with pride. This girl has been through some of the worst abuse and now-
I take a deep breath as I watch her squat between his legs.
She’s a breathtaking killer.
Opening his robe she giggles softly.
“These are actually kind of convenient.”
He attempts to knee her in the face, narrowly missing her jaw, and I see red.
“Don’t even fucking think about hurting her. Touch her, and the torture you endure will be so excruciating, you’ll pray to your God for death.”
He relaxes his leg and pleads with Heather.
“Please don’t bite my penis. Please. I’m s-s-sorry.”
She tilts her head and stares at him, her eyebrows arched as her lips lift into a smile.
“I promise I won’t bite your pathetic little dick. There is no chance of me putting that thing anywhere near my mouth-”
Holding up the cattle prod, she shows it to him.
“There are a hundred different ways I can torture you. I have this. The paddles. Even scissors. So many ways to make you scream and so little time. Now, get on your knees.”
He moves to his knees and glances at Jedediah.
“Do you see what you’ve done to all of us?”
Knox walks over to him, his eyes a furious glare as he wraps his hand around his throat.
“From all accounts, you set him on this path. You’re as guilty as he is. Close your fucking mouth unless you’re spoken to.”
He doesn’t get to blame it all on Jedediah.
Knox steps back and Heather presses the prod to John’s balls.
The high pitched buzzing sound is muffled by his tortured scream.
He falls flat on his back, sobbing loudly as Knox grabs onto his long beard and yanks him back up.
Again, Heather zaps him with 9,000 volts of electricity directly in the nuts.
“Ouch,” Carter mouths as he glances at me, and I smirk. The fucker deserves every bit of this.
“Why did you do it? This all starts with you! Make me understand why.”
Our girl wants answers, but I’m not sure anything he says will ever be enough. There are no words he can ever say to excuse his actions. She pulls the prod away from him, demanding answers as he hunches over in pain with a small gag erupting from his throat.
“Explain it to me. How did you end up in our house teaching Jedediah how to form a cult? How to abuse his own children? Explain it or I’ll continue torturing you. And I promise you, this is not as bad as it gets. It will get worse. So much worse.”
His breaths are heavy as he attempts to catch his breath.
“I met Jedediah in prison when we became cellmates. He asked about my conviction. I told him about my church and how I got arrested. We had a lot ?in common. He had your picture on the wall. We both like girls on the younger side.”
He takes a shaky breath and continues.
“One thing led to another, and he asked for my help when we both got out. If it’s any consolation, I regret it now.”
Heather stands staring at him, her eyes a ferocious glare.
“Because you know I’m going to kill you or because you're sorry?”
He shrugs his shoulders and is far more brave than he should be.
“If I had gotten to have you, I think it would’ve been worth it. Dying for nothing, though? Yeah, I regret that. I should’ve had your mother hold you down. Another regret.”
Knox, Carter, and I share a glance, all three of us wanting to kill this asshole.
We turn our attention to Heather, watching her to be sure she’s okay.
He tries to break her with his words, but she walks over to the bag and exchanges the prod for the knife Psycho gave her, and then puts it back as she has a conversation with herself.
“Scissors.” She says as she grabs them before walking back over to him.
“My arms hurt.” Jedediah complains, but she doesn’t even glance at him.
Heather rips John Steve's robe wide open, and while he was mouthy not so long ago, now he changes his tune as he stares at the red scissors in her hand. I move to one side of him and Carter moves to the other. We grip his shoulders knowing he’s going to move.
If she does what I think she’s going to do, he won’t be able to control it.
My brothers and I instinctively cover our dicks with our free hands as she punctures his ball sack with the tip of the scissors, and John Steve screams bloody murder. First a clear yellowish fluid leaks out before blood pours from the now open wound.
“That’s fucking gross.” I groan as Heather pulls the scissors out and stabs him repeatedly. In the stomach, then the chest, and the other testicle.
This woman is gorgeous, vicious, a little crazy, and fucking perfect.