Chapter 24 #3
“So gross,” Harlan groans. Pulling off his bag, he grins as he takes out a steel pole.
“I think he should feel what it’s like to have his will taken from him, baby.
I’m going to turn him onto his stomach and we’ll see where this goes.
Stab him with it, shove it up his ass, do whatever the fuck you want. ”
“I want to feed him his dick,” I whisper, my rage nowhere near dissipating.
“I’ll cut it up and make him swallow it,” Harlan promises, shrugging.
No questions, just simple agreement. Damn. Feeling a rush of emotion, I gasp in a breath to keep myself from crying. I’m not sad, I swear it.
Izzy carefully gives me a half hug, his hands held away from my body to make sure he doesn’t get any more blood on me.
“We adore you. It’s really just that simple, mi amor.
This is how our alphas love, even if they haven’t said it yet.
You don’t even have to know where you stand yet.
We can just be, okay?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple.
“Want some help giving him the type of enema that will ensure he never takes a decent shit again?”
“Yes,” I breathe, blinking the heat behind my eyes away. It’s like everything is hitting me really quickly, and it’s impossible to shut Pandora’s Box again.
“Let’s do it, mi amor.”
Kyren and Harlan have Brad positioned so his ass is pushed up and his head is buried in the snow.
Kyren has his head pushed down in the yellow snow, and his other hand is keeping his upper back on the ground.
Meanwhile, Harlan pushed Brad’s knees to his chest, so I have a money shot of the alpha’s asshole.
“Ouch,” Syrus snorts, checking out the pole in Izzy’s hand. “Bottom’s up with a side of no lube. Put your back into it, Spitfire. My dick is strangely hard seeing you torture this guy.”
“Welcome to the dark side,” Izzy smirks as he has me take hold of the pole with him. The tip of it against Brad’s hole makes him begin to scream, but Kyren steps on his head and holds him under the snow to muffle him.
Shoving the pole in, I lose myself as I rearrange Brad’s insides, over and over, destroying him. By the time I finish, there’s dark blood all over the snow, tears on my cheeks that I don’t remember crying, and I’m gasping for air.
“You did so good,” Izzy croons, tossing aside the pole to take me to some clean snow to wash up.
“Is he still alive?” I ask, sniffling as I scrub my hands. I don’t know when I lost my mittens, but my hands are bare now.
Kyren and Harlan flip Brad onto his back, and I hear him groan lightly.
My hands slightly cleaner, I stand and watch Brad as Izzy also cleans up. Harlan isn’t as bloody, but as he pulls a knife from his pocket, I realize this will likely change quickly.
“Let’s make sure you won’t be able to move anymore,” Harlan mutters. “Want to help, baby?”
Nodding, I take my ice pick out of my boot pocket, and Harlan holds Brad’s hands over his head, his wrists crossed. Throwing my body weight into my stabbing motion, I scream as I sink the pick through Brad’s wrists and deep into this freezing pocket of snow.
Taking his time, Harlan has a lot of fun cutting every tendon that makes Brad’s limbs move, including severing several of his vertebrae. Brad couldn’t even crawl now if he wanted to. He’s the perfect puppet though.
Brad’s body is so broken, all he can do is twitch.
“Much better. I hope you like the taste of your own dick,” Harlan says. Even now, he’s wearing a smile on his lips, thoroughly enjoying his work.
“Do you have anything to say, I wonder?” Kyren asks, pulling out the gag.
“Please. Please, kill me!” he cries. “I can’t take anymore.”
Moving over to Brad, I grind my foot into his throat.
“You were going to rape me to get ahead, giving me to your little corporate buddies,” I murmur.
Our comms are in our pockets now, since we no longer have any need for them. My pack still grimaces as they remember hearing his words.
“I think you need to be a good boy and take your punishment,” I say, giving him a bright, fake smile.
So many times I was told to be “good” and “quiet” while I lived with the Fieldings. There was no reward for it other than pain and suffering. He deserves no better.
“Go ahead,” I tell Harlan, glancing over at him. “He won’t miss it.”
Snickering, he says, “Off with his little head,” before cutting the tip off.
I don’t even know if Brad can feel it with so much pain flooding his body, but Kyren holds out his gloved hand to catch each piece.
“Eat your vegetables,” Kyren says viciously as I step back.
Harlan and Kyren force him to chew and swallow his own dick in various pieces. When it seems as if he’s going to puke, they shove his mouth shut and pinch his nose so he’ll swallow it back now.
“Anything else you need?” Kyren asks, pulling out a chainsaw.
“I’m good,” I decide, blowing out a breath.
Nodding, Harlan pulls out plastic sheeting before lifting Brad onto it like a slab of meat.
“No! Please!” he screams, but I choose to ignore it.
Rolling his eyes, Izzy cuts out his tongue so Brad can no longer speak. It’s all gurgling and choking, a strangely soothing sound.
Syrus pulls me from the projected blood spray, and we watch as Kyren, Izzy, and Harlan go to town on Brad. The screams settle my anger and trauma after everything I’ve felt, and Syrus holds me close.
The guys start out at Brad’s outer limbs, allowing him to die of his injuries before breaking up the rest of his body.
“They’re going to be busy for a little while,” Syrus murmurs in my ear. The light has left Brad’s body, and I can see that he’s well and truly dead. “Let’s go get warm.”
“Change before getting in the car,” Harlan calls out. “No one will notice where we’re parked. I’ll get rid of all the evidence. I’m an excellent cleaner.”
“That’s not what most people mean when they put that on their resume,” Syrus mumbles as we walk away.
A highly inappropriate bubble of a giggle escapes my lips, and Syrus chuckles under his breath.
“I guess they’re not that terrible,” he grumbles.
“They’re growing on me,” I agree as we walk.
“Like fungus,” he mutters.
“Sy,” I laugh.
“What? I have you all to myself now,” he says smugly.
Somehow, there’s very little blood on him, and we both cover our heads with our hoods as we walk out of the woods.
“Why did you say they’re going to take awhile?” I ask.
“If I were them, I’d spend time cleaning the scene of any bodily fluids and evidence that we were here.
It’ll look like some kind of animal got to him because he stumbled into the woods after too much to drink if anyone finds anything.
Though, I'd scatter parts of his body under the snow throughout the woods too. The goal is to make sure no one finds anything until spring, and that his body parts decompose by then,” he explains as snow begins to fall again.
“Ha! This will help with the blood and the footprints. The universe is on our side tonight. We’ll be fine.
No one will ever know where he is, and they’ll just call it in as a missing person whose case is never closed. ”
“Your mind is a scary place,” I murmur, leaning against his body. He feels solid and warm, and I hum with happiness.
“Police academy will fuck you up,” he grins. “Now, I need some up close and personal time with your hot pussy. My dick is cold.”
“Does that mean there’s shrinkage?” I giggle.
His growl of discontentment makes me break away and run from him. I know I’m going to get caught, and I’m perfectly happy with it. Swinging me over his shoulder, he playfully swats my ass. It doesn’t hurt at all.
I also don’t have to walk either. Ten out of ten recommend brat behavior.
There’s no one around as we walk back to the SUV, and I have no idea what time it is. Syrus unlocks the truck, and he lifts me off his shoulder as he opens the door.
“Hands on the trunk, Spitfire, lean over for me,” he murmurs.
Biting my lip, I do as I say, trusting him. Syrus pulls down my pants and panties, groaning as he undresses me like a present.
“There’s plastic bags for all of this, may as well enjoy the art of unwrapping you,” he says.
Syrus’ hot mouth makes me stifle a moan, his tongue spearing the entrance to my cunt expertly. His mouth is a fucking weapon, and I’ll gladly die impaled on his tongue.
“This is gonna be quick and dirty,” he warns, unbuttoning his pants.
“Can you move faster?” I tease him. I’m freezing my ass off. Literally.
His love tap on my butt cheek makes my cunt clench as I whine, slick already sliding out of me.
“Yes,” he says, the crown of his shaft already rubbing over my arousal. Pushing forward, his cock takes my breath away as he stretches my cunt.
I know I just had a fuck ton of sex, but I can never get enough of it. His arms wrap tightly around me as he finds his stride quickly, fucking me against the car. The cool air, his warmth, and coming down from the high of Brad’s murder combine together explosively.
“Sy,” I whisper, my back bowing against him as my thighs begin to shake. It feels as if he barely has to touch me, and I’m ready to come for him.
It’s sorcery.
“Oh fuck. You feel so good,” he groans. “I always want to come home to you. I don’t care about anything else. You’re what I want.”
His dick feels really deep, and it’s massaging my cervix so well, I can feel myself getting closer to my release as he fills me.
His hand presses on my lower stomach, kissing my cheek as he keeps me locked against the car.
His hand ghosts down to my clit, and I whimper with need.
His fingers squeeze it and massage it as I gasp, until the only thing holding me up is Syrus.
Biting down on his bicep, as it’s the closest thing to me, I stifle a scream as I come.
“Oh, fuck, shit…God, yes,” Syrus groans brokenly, his hips slamming against me until he empties himself inside my cunt. “Perfect.”
I can’t move as he hugs me, and then he’s gently maneuvering me to pull off my clothes. The duffle bag is open in front of us, allowing Syrus easy access to change my clothing to a warm sweatsuit. I’m sitting on the trunk as he pulls fluffy socks onto my feet, my boots beside me as he works.
I feel sleepy and warm, my eyes heavy as Izzy joins us.
“You couldn’t help yourself, huh?” Izzy teases Syrus. “All I can smell is your cum.”
“I’m just a man with a plan,” he grins. All of the clothes I was wearing earlier are in a plastic bag, and the trunk is clean as I get up and climb into the backseat.
Snuggling in the blankets we brought, I listen to Izzy and Syrus chat in low voices, lulling me into a deep sleep without any nightmares.