Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Isidro
Each of the omegas in the room are drawn to Gideon like moths to a flame for different reasons. Luna uses an electric cigarette lighter that leaves perfectly round burns to painstakingly write out the word CREEP on the alpha’s back. It’s a continuous pain that never lets up, but won’t cause death.
At the same time, Briar uses a nail gun to make pretty patterns into Gideon’s side, and Aries channels her fire sign with a blowtorch, charring one of his legs while he screams. The smell doesn’t seem to affect any of them, but then Sloane did recommend that they all rub vapor rub underneath their noses.
It’s a smart move. Now they can torture in peace. We don’t need any answers from Gideon, there’s no villain soliloquy to draw out. This is just good old fashioned fun.
Picking up a knife, Lark makes a face at Gideon’s dick, shriveled as it is.
“I’ve always wondered if the reason why men hate women enough to profit by selling them is caused by mommy issues,” she says. “I suppose it doesn’t really matter. I definitely didn’t know that a knot could be that wrinkly, or that ugly. Gross.”
“He’s not going to need it, since he’s on a one way ticket to a fiery afterlife,” Aries smirks. Coming from her, that’s kind of funny since she has the blow torch.
These aren’t women to fuck with, not when they’re so comfortable with torture. I might be biased, but I believe that omegas should run the world.
They sure as shit have shown they can take care of business.
“Sausage or knot first is the question,” Silva says, making everyone laugh.
Though, I think Sloane is thinking about how Lexi is her sister. Silva is perfectly unhinged. I love it.
“Knot first,” I suggest, staying out of the way and leaning against the wall. “The muscle is tough, but it’ll give way with a nice, sharp knife.”
Sloane discreetly covers his dick with a grimace, making Lexi grin.
“Knot it is,” Lark says, pulling on a pair of gloves.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t kick you,” I say, picking my own knife up to ruin the alpha’s tendons in his legs.
Gideon screams, and his body convulses as he attempts to get away from all the hands torturing him.
“There’s no escape, old man,” I say, finishing my work. His legs hang limply, while the rest of his body works.
“Ugh,” Briar complains, stepping back and shooting nails at him. Everyone moves quickly to give her room, while nails find their mark, sinking into his overindulged body.
“I think it looks better that way,” I shrug. “The floor is yours, Lark.”
“Thanks,” she smirks. The floor has blood all over it, and I grab the hose I hooked up and spray it down. I also give a cursory pass with the water over Gideon’s body, making sure to turn it on high once I reach his face. The alpha chokes on water, giving my petty soul life.
Returning the hose to a hook behind me, I watch as Lark chooses to remove Gideon’s knot slowly, making the pain long lasting and severe. Nice. There’s no wrong way to emasculate someone, but this is a great one.
“Help! I’d rather go to fucking prison!” Gideon screams.
“Prison is too good for you,” Luna says. “As a lawyer, I deny your request.”
The omegas are getting punch drunk as they torture, and chuckle at Luna’s words. I suppose it’s really helpful to have a lawyer in their group, especially as they set up the town.
Pulling out my phone, I record the screams around me, knowing that Harlan is going to want to listen to it later once we’re home. It’ll make great background music while he’s working out, and knowing Kyren, he’ll mix it to some sick drums.
My men are insane, and I love them for it.
Once Lark removes the knot, I pick up a bowl and bring it over for her to drop it into.
“You never know when you’ll decide to make him eat it,” I shrug. “At one point, he’s going to get annoying.”
“You’re seriously the best,” Aries grins. “I would have flushed the wrinkled skin down the toilet.”
“Or, you could set it on fire and see how well it burns, and we can make him eat his own penis,” I suggest.
“You’re very cock centric, and it’s a little scary,” Sloane mutters.
“Doesn’t mean that he doesn’t deserve it,” I chuckle.
“True. Burn the knot,” Sloane growls.
“Yay!” Aries says, taking the bowl and dropping the knot on the table so she can play with fire.
“His pubic hair should be flammable, right?” Lark asks. “He certainly has enough of it.”
Listening to them is a fucking blast, and Gideon is turning red. I’m happy to let it continue until he tries to spit on her. Pulling Lark away, her jaw drops when she sees the glob of saliva.
“You need to learn some manners,” Lexi decides, pulling a knife from one of her many pockets and grabbing a chair so she can stand on it.
“Careful,” Sloane cautions, standing behind her protectively to make sure she won’t fall.
He really is adorable with her.
“I will be,” she murmurs, her hand slapping Gideon across the face.
“You bitch—-!”
That’s all Lexi needs to reach into his mouth and pull out his tongue. Working quickly, she slices it right off, looking proud as the blood sprays and Gideon chokes on it.
“Play stupid games, win stupid prizes,” Sloane crows.
“Seguro que si,” I say under my breath.
“And there goes his tiny cock,” Lark announces.
“Great work, ladies,” I praise them. “Should we give the man a break?”
“Hmmm. This looks fun,” Luna muses, picking up the crossbow on the table. “I used to watch archery on television, and always wondered how hard it would be to use one.”
“That one is easy to use,” I say. “Point and shoot.”
“Sweet,” she says, picking up the bolts that go with it to walk over to Viv. The woman can’t stop crying, but I have no sympathy for either of the beta handlers.
“Let’s see what ya got!” Lexi yells, cheering Luna on as she points and shoots. The bolt slides perfectly into Viv’s shoulder, making her grin.
“Fuck that looks fun,” Briar says, checking out Luna’s work. “I don’t think they’re scared enough. Be scarier, babe.”
Grinning, Luna reloads the bow and shoots Viv’s tit.
“Women don’t groom omegas to be sold,” Silva says. “They don’t deserve to be called that. I’m offended by the sight of them.”
While the betas are dressed, it doesn’t save either of them from having Silva’s wrath.
Kyren thought it would be funny to add a saber to his murder bag, and my girl has a thing for sharp things.
Since Silva is offended by their lack of feminine rage, the only obvious thing to do is to cut their tits off.
Right? I guess so, because they’re gone.
“It’s an improvement,” Lexi muses, unaffected by their screams. “You know what always used to piss me off? The way their fingernails would click when they’d lecture us.”
“You want me to pull off their nails, baby, or do you want to do it?” Sloane asks, picking up some pliers.
“I think you should do it together,” Luna suggests, continuing onto Beth to shoot bolts into her body. “It’s great relationship building.”
Hiding a snort, I move to lower the women in their chains so Lexi can reach their hands. Sloane grabs her a chair, and the removal of fingernails begins.
“Please don’t shoot me,” he says half heartedly to Luna. Her aim is decent, she’ll only shoot him if she wants to.
Lexi is efficient as she pulls off yet another ruined fingernail, easily ignoring the muffled screams. Sloane winks at her, and not to be one upped by her, checking to see how many nails she’s ripped off.
“Damn,” he says appreciatively. “I need to stop slacking.”
“Chop, chop!” she teases him.
Yep, it’s a good day to hang out with these women. I fucking love this for me.
“Tell us about this branding equipment you have, Isidro,” Briar says, her eyes moving over the table as she gets bored.
“What do you want it to say?” I ask, walking over to set it up. It’s a large alphabet to arrange words, a torch to warm it, and clamps to change out the letters as needed.
It was a sweet find.
I have a feeling our fun will need to end soon. We’ve been here for almost an hour, and I don’t want anyone to find our kill room. A fire will be the perfect way to get rid of the bodies, and shouldn’t spread to the rest of the house.
It means no other casualties, which is good enough for me.
“Eunuch sounds about right. My mama told me not to call people names that aren’t true,” she says with a straight face. Glancing at the ruined and blackened knot sitting next to the cut off penis, I can’t stop the deep chuckle as I nod.
“Touché, Briar. That’s fucking amazing,” I tell her.
Soon, she’s set up, the brand is hot, and all she has to do is find a spot on Gideon’s body to place it. To my surprise, she pressed it to his forehead, pressing one side of the brand to his skin before shifting to the other so it’s perfectly positioned.
“I don’t think the old man is going to last much longer,” I say regretfully.
Luna has already killed Viv with her target practice, and Lexi simply moved over to join Sloane as he worked.
Rifling through my bag, I grin as I find a hand grenade. These fuckers are expensive, but totally worth it. You never know when you’ll need one.
“Alright. One more brand and then I think we should end this party with a bang,” I say, showing them the grenade.
“Please don’t blow up your hand,” Luna says, looking curious. “That does sound like a pretty awesome idea. Where are you going to put it?”
“Asshole, mouth, or the hole Lark left in Gideon’s pelvis,” I suggest immediately.
“A dickless death sounds about right,” Aries chuckles. “I vote for that.”
“Second!” Lark yells out.
“Motion approved?” Silva smirks.
The room unanimously agrees to death by grenade, making my black heart happy.
“Has everyone made their statement on Gideon’s body?” I ask. “Anything else that comes to mind?”
“Devil,” Silva says, looking as if she’s in pain again. “Would someone like to do the honors for me? I’m not feeling so hot.”
“I got you,” Lexi promises, glancing at me expectantly.
Picking up the brand left on the table, I change out the letters.
“Aries,” I drawl. “Would you mind setting the old bags on fire for me after I’m done with my fun?”
Grinning, Aries nods. “That sounds like a great idea.”
Once I give her the brand, Lexi pushes it into an unruined part of Gideon’s body. He screams half heartedly, telling me that it’s time to blow up the human pinata. Too bad there won’t be anything cool inside of him. Just a bag of bones.
I think I’ll need a chocolate bar after this. I’m getting hungry.
Taking down Viv and Beth’s body, I move them to a different part of the basement so as not to accidentally blast them with the grenade. I’m fairly sure that Gideon’s body will absorb it when he explodes, but you can never be too careful.
“You can watch from there,” I tell the girls, pointing to the other side of the basement.
Silva drags herself to a chair over there, hissing as she sits. Yep, my girl needs to go home. She probably needs an x-ray too. I’ll buy a damn machine if I have to.
Gideon makes gurgled noises as I use a knife to scrape out a place in his pelvis for the grenade. He remains alive the entire time, though he’s probably wishing for death.
Life’s a bitch, and only then do you die. Sounds like I’m right on schedule then.
Finding a new home for the grenade in Gideon’s pelvis, I pull the pin and run. The explosion lifts me off my feet, only to make me crash back down several feet away.
“Holy shit!” Briar yells. “Ding, dong, the limpless dick is dead.”
Turning, I grin happily at the mess of body parts I’m leaving behind.
“Maybe we need to burn the whole basement,” Aries suggests.
“That’s what I was thinking,” I agree.
Now that that’s settled, I find the gasoline I left upstairs, away from our fun, and come back to drench everything in the liquid.
“Start with Beth,” I tell Aries. “We’re going to have to run after.”
“That’s fine,” she says, making Beth swallow gasoline as she sputters and wails. “I don’t need long to enjoy this.”
Flicking the lighter, she shoves it into Beth’s mouth, lighting the old girl from the inside out.
“Very nice,” I praise, tossing my lit blow torch in the other direction. “Time to go!”
Picking up Silva carefully in my arms, I run up the stairs with the girls and Sloane right behind me. Unlocking the door at the top of the stairs, we all bail outside as the fire begins to rage in the basement. Slamming the door shut once we’re all out, I blow out a breath.
“Such a great exit,” Aiden says, joining us. “Let’s get the fuck out of here before anyone asks questions. Is she okay?”
“Silva is a little beaten up and feeling it,” I murmur as we approach the back of the house to find an exit.
We don’t have to be as careful as before. A lot of the estate has been cleared, and I expect that the front lawn will have the most activity.
“Nothing wrong with catching a ride when you need it,” Aiden says as we walk.
Most of us are still covered in blood, but there’s no help for it now. Wet wipes will do the job until we get back to Widows Peak. It’s not too far of a drive.
“What about Kyren, Harlan, and Syrus?” Silva asks weakly.
“Working on some things,” Aiden says. “We’re leaving them an SUV. Everything is fine. Last I heard, Syrus was hiding out with Kyren deleting information from Gideon’s database. Harlan hasn’t told them where his central hub of information is located, and they’re still clearing the estate.”
“Will they be safe?” she asks.
“Yes,” Aiden says gently. “They’re in the safe room of the office. It’s not on any of the blueprints. Kyren only found it by dumb luck. They’re good.”
By the time we get to the vehicles, Silva is fast asleep in my arms.
“Sleep well, Firefly,” Lexi says, touching her sister’s arm before she gets into a car.
I think once things settle down, we’re all likely to want to sleep for at least a week. We deserve it after a win like this.