17. Verena
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VERENA
My eyes are stuck on his movements and the shock of electricity that makes its way to my core confuses me. What I would give to fuck him here, right in front of Leo.
I never had this kind of reaction to anything Leo did. Is this what true attraction and lust felt like? There’s a strong magnetic pull between Grimm and myself. I absolutely need to know if this is purely physical or something more.
Can your horny ass wait until Leo is dealt with before you go hopping to the next one, you whore?
A small smile breaks from my lips and I push the laughter down, hoping the boys don’t notice. I bite my lip to hide my obvious smile. Of course, it’s something more. Grimm wouldn’t care about getting rid of Leo for me, if he didn’t want something more. At least, I hope that’s true. But his protective nature gets me every time.
Are we about to torture and murder the piece of trash that has eliminated my self-worth and sucked my life dry for years? Yeah, I’m one-hundred percent sure that’s where this is headed right now. And I’ve never felt happier, or hotter for that matter.
He turns and gives Leo a slap on the cheek. “Are you paying attention? You’re going to want to know how to play.” He looks back toward me again, “As I was saying, Leo here will have to guess a letter to the word I have chosen and for every one he gets wrong, we get to remove a part of his body.” His smile is so large it looks like it could split his cheeks open.
Grimm twirls the axe in his hand as he steps up to Leo’s bare chest. My heart starts to hammer in my ribcage as he drops the axe and whips a blade out from his back pocket. I watch him as he carves lines into Leo’s skin. Blood beads along the cuts and drips down his torso before falling off and staining the cement floor.
Seven lines later, the board is set. Leo sputters above him, spit leaking from his mouth as he shouts, “You’re fucking crazy!”
Grimm just laughs as he brings his face to Leo’s. “You have no fucking idea.” He smiles, the image wickedly beautiful.
“Alright! Guess a letter,” Grimm singsongs. “B,” Grimm immediately starts laughing a full on belly laugh as he walks over to Leo's hand. He presses the knife to his pinky and cuts through the flesh and breaks the bone with such ease, I’m impressed. “What a fucking idiot. Who doesn’t start with a vowel?” He scoffs. “Guess again.”
“I! I!” Leo chants. “Very good. See? Now you’re getting the hang of it. See what I did there, V?” he asks, facing me. Finally, free to release my giggles, I do, and my hand flies over my mouth. Leo looks at me, his eyes widening with shock at my participation.
Grimm carves the I’s into their designated spots and I can't help but wonder what he's chosen. Leo get’s the next two guesses wrong and Grimm removes two more fingers. He looks over at me before outstretching his hand, the bloody knife held between us. “Do you want to try, little monster?”
“I-I, um, I don’t know. Maybe I should just watch,” I say with hesitation. Grimm nods, accepting my answer. “Well, alright hon-”
No, fuck that. I deserve a chance at this too. It’s not like I’d ever be in the position to kill someone again and who better than Leo? In all honesty, what the actual fuck am I waiting for? Interrupting Grimm, I take the knife from him and stare into Leo’s eyes. “On second thought, why not?” A menacing grin creeps across my lips and Leo stares back in not only disbelief, but fear.
“What’s your next guess, baby ?” I mock him. Leo takes a deep breath and shakes his head. The fear is practically expelling from his pores and it feels so good to not be on the receiving end of things for once.
“Uhh, J?” he asks, his voice cracking and his hot breath touching my skin. I’m not pleased with our proximity but he’s restrained and hanging like a piece of meat so I know I’m completely safe. I look back at Grimm to see if Leo’s guess was correct. He shakes his head and I turn, my own heart racing.
Fuck, okay V. You can do it. Remember all the absolutely vile shit he’s said to you over the years. The countless amount of times he’s put his hands on you and forced you to bend over for him. Show him how much it hurts. Show him pain that he couldn’t even fathom in his worst nightmare.
I glance at Grimm and he nods with great encouragement. His smile is proud, like a teacher watching their student pass a really hard test with flying colors.
Grabbing Leo’s mutilated hand, I press the knife into his skin and begin to dig the point of the blade into each layer. It severs fairly quickly, blood trickling down my sleeve and blooming through the fabric. The bone is a bit hard to snap but with persistent pressure I break it cleanly, the sound like music to my motherfucking ears. I want to hear it again. I snatch the last finger on his hand and slice through it with more force this time. It takes less time for it to detach and the snapping of bones rings in my ears like a beautiful melody, once again.
His screams fill the dirty dungeon and I let out a guttural laugh. “VERENA! What the fuck, I didn’t even have a chance to guess!” Leo shouts, upset at my deviation from the rules.
Pouting my lips, I ask, “Did you really think you were going to make it out alive either way? You heard the man; he said you’re done. Muerto.”
“Hey Leo, pretty soon living is a privilege you won’t have either!” Grimm lets out a laugh filled with malicious promises. Gripping onto his stomach, he leans forward and places his other hand on his knee. Only he would find the humor in this madness, and it is the farthest thing from sickening.
I walk over to Grimm and hand him the knife. “Fill in the blanks.” He nods, stalking straight towards our plaything. Once the word is complete, Grimm steps back showcasing his latest piece of art. Blood oozes and drips down Leo’s chest, a crimson puddle forming underneath him. I can’t help but laugh when I read the word Grimm chose to mark him with.
D I P S H I T
Grimm raises his eyebrows and asks, “Well, what do you think, little monster? You like it?” Yes the fuck I do and it’s most certainly not the only thing I like. The urge to rush and tackle him right now is strong. I’m not sure how much longer I’ll be able to hold back.
Sauntering towards me, Grimm lowers his face until he’s aligned with my ear. “Take a look in the bag; use whatever you’d like. You can do it. You are resilient, Verena. End it on the best fucking note possible. I’ve got your back and I’m always here for you, but I want you to slay your demon on your own.”
Walking over to the duffle bag, I look inside at the contents. Blades of every size and grit stare back at me, but one sticks out like a sore thumb. Its handle is jet black but intricate carvings filled with silver blanket every inch. The blade is long and clean, begging to be used. Begging to be covered in that copper scent.
I pick it up and turn towards Leo. My emotions flow to the forefront of my mind. My lips tremble as I take in where I am and what is seriously about to go down. I am taking Leo’s life. I am the one he will succumb to.
“Fuck you!” I scream at the top of my lungs. Tears begin streaming down my face like a waterfall and all control I’ve had over my emotions diminishes into ashes. “I’m tired of being your punching bag! You ruined me, Leo. You broke me down, weathered and eroded my spirit, time and time again. You’ve done it for the last time!” I cry out, my chest heaving.
The adrenaline rushes throughout my body and it feels breathtaking. Heat funnels to my core and I beeline to Grimm. I wrap my arms around his neck and bring him in close. Our lips brush and I inhale. Taking in his scent, I exhale and say, “Thank you for fighting for me. Before we kill him, we need to do one more thing.”
Grimm frantically nods and responds breathlessly, “As you wish, little monster. Name it and I’ll do it.”
Dropping the machete, I say, “Fuck me, Grimm. Take me. Own me. Show this prick who I really belong to.” I look into his eyes and bite my lip.
His eyes train on my mouth as he wets his own lips. A sinful smile forms and those craters he calls dimples, make me weak in the knees. His hands rest on the small of my back and pull at the hem of my shirt. I nod and he begins to drag the fabric up and over my head. Faint bruises line my arms and his head snaps to Leo.
“Look at her.” He commands. Leo picks up his head to the best of his ability, his eyelids falling heavily. “I said, look!” Grimm shouts, gaining his full attention. Leo’s eyes snap open and he fixes his gaze on my olive skin littered with yellow patches of healing bruises. They’re finally starting to heal. For good.
Grimm steps back, lifting his own shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. He kicks off his shoes and undoes his belt simultaneously. His pants fall to the floor and my jaw falls right with them, noticing the beast that’s tenting his boxers. Curls fall over his eyes and frame his face, and all I can think about is pulling on them as he buries his cock inside me.
My heart rate picks up as he steps closer and begins to undress me. We’re left in nothing but our underwear and his focus shifts back towards Leo.
“Oh, sweet, sweet dipshit. Love hurts, doesn’t it? Believe me, I know. For years, I had to see you mosey around campus with my woman, not giving her an ounce of the treatment she truly deserves. And because I’m such a nice guy,” he pauses, breaking into another malicious smile, “I’m going to give you some pointers. A ‘How-To’ guide, if you will. I’ll have her screaming, but unlike when she’s with you, it’ll be for all the right reasons.”
Leo groans, unable to form a coherent sentence. Seeing him in a helpless state, blood trickling down his chest and creating a pool underneath his feet, brings so much satisfaction to my being. I clench my thighs together, feeling my arousal build with every drop of blood that hits the floor.
Drip. Clench.
Drip. Clench.
Removing my bra and panties, I regain Grimm’s attention. His jaw clenches and I reach out to grab his hand, pulling him closer to me.
“Fuck. Me.” I order, and he wastes no time doing just that. Gripping my chin with both hands, he brings me in for a kiss. Our lips touch and in that moment, I realize what a fucking idiot I’ve been. Nothing has ever felt this right. Nothing will ever feel as wrong as it did with Leo, ever again.
Grimm slides his tongue into my mouth and mine meets his, wrapping itself around the muscle as if they were long-lost lovers reunited. He groans and his hand comes up to my breast, massaging it. As big as his hands are, my chest is bigger. He kneads my breast, pinching my pert nipple, eliciting a moan from my lips.
Pulling back, he angles his mouth so it’s directly over my ear. “I’ve waited a lifetime for this. I’ve imagined this moment down to every last detail,” he rasps as he brings his hand and wraps it around the column of my throat and squeezes. “But I need you on your knees, begging for me. Let’s give him the best show of his life, baby.”
His hand drops, and he steps forward, directly in front of Leo. I follow suit and Leo uses his last ounce of energy to convince me to set him free. “V-Ver…ena. P-pl-please. H-help.”
Grimm removes the item from his waistband and clicks it open. Pulling out a joint and a match. He sparks it up and takes a hit, then passes it to me. The match is still lit, and he grabs Leo’s mutilated hand, grazing the bloodied flesh with the flame. Not the best cauterization, but it’ll do for the time being, I suppose. “You think V is as hot for me as this flame is for you?” he asks with a laugh. “Let’s see, shall we?”
Putting out the match and tossing it, he turns to face me and orders, “On your back. Open those legs for me. Don’t let that go out.” I do exactly as he says and take a hit of the joint, then lay down. Grimm walks past me, no longer in my line of sight. I hear him rustle out of his boxers and toss them with the rest of our clothes. Within a couple of seconds, his voice fills the room again.
“You are mine. You have always been mine. Whether you knew it or not, that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that now, you know and now, you’re here. Mine to love, mine to cherish, mine to keep.” He says, his deep rasp sending chills down my spine. My heavy breathing betrays me, giving Grimm the reassurance he so desperately needs to continue.
He grabs my wrist and guides the joint to his mouth, taking another hit. Letting go, his hand trails up my arm, his fingertips grazing my shoulder. Slowly, he runs his hand over my shoulder and down my breast, teasing my nipple as he goes. Gliding past my belly button and stopping just above my pussy. His fingertips land on my clit as he begins to rub slow, agonizing circles.
I’ve fallen into a rhythm of moaning and taking a hit, then bringing the joint to Grimm’s lips. The high feels insurmountable, unlike any other high I’ve experienced before. Who knew getting off and getting high in front of your shitty ex-boyfriend who is on his last leg of life would be so…erotic?
Grimm picks up his speed, building the ache in my core. I lean back, placing my head on his chest and feel his cock press against my back. His gravelly whisper fills my ears, “Cum for me, V. Cum all over my fingers so I can lick them clean and please you again. You’ll have them stretching out your pussy while my throbbing cock does the same to that pretty little asshole.”
With that, he shoves two fingers into my cunt, slicking them with my juices and driving me to my climax. “Yes, please. I want everything. I want it all.” My moans echo throughout the room and Leo’s head snaps up, using whatever energy he has left to narrow his eyes at me in anger and disbelief.
I can’t believe it either, fucker. I guess dreams really do come true.
A small chuckle slips past my lips and I relish the feeling of Grimm’s fingers inside of me. But I want more. The blunt falls next to a drop of blood and the cherry goes out. A devious grin finds its way to his lips and goosebumps surface on my skin. “I’m so close,” I whisper and the hungry growl that leaves Grimm sends a shiver down my spine. My eyes flutter and roll back as the orgasm rips through my body. “Oh fuck yes, baby. Give it to me. Show him that you’ve got all you need right here with me.”
Regaining my composure, Grimm slips his fingers out of my pussy causing me to feel an emptiness so broad and heavy. Bringing his hand up to his lips, he sticks out his tongue, and weaves it through his fingers slurping up every single drop that was left behind. “So fucking sweet.”
Pushing onto my knees, I face Grimm and press my hand to his chest, guiding him to lay down. Leo loved making me ride him solely because he knew I didn’t fucking want to. I didn’t want to put in the work for someone who didn’t put the work in for me. He used the control he had over me to his advantage. Now I’ll use it for mine.
Straddling Grimm, I lock eyes with Leo as I sink myself down onto Grimm’s thick cock. It stretches me just like he promised it would. Imagining him going through the back door is both a blessing and a curse because I have no clue how he’s going to fit back there.
Grimm’s hands find my hips and guide my motions, building the perfect rhythm with me. I grind against him, our sweat slicking our bodies together. I lay my hands on his chest, caressing his godly figure.
He’s fucking mine.
I’ve never felt so hungry for someone before. I moan and scream Grimm’s name at the top of my lungs, Leo’s head bobbing to attention every time I hit a new octave. My nails hook onto Grimm’s arms, digging into his muscle as another orgasm builds and rocks through my body. “Yes! Yes! Fuck, you feel amazing.” I admit breathlessly.
“It’s all for you, baby. I’m all yours. Every inch of my cock is for you. Every inch of me is for you. It’s always been for you, Verena.” He responds, something stronger than lust slinking into his gaze. He wraps his hand around my back and flips us over, changing our position.
Keeping one hand under my head as a pillow, his other reaches down and gathers my wetness. He spreads it along that sensitive ring of muscle and I suck in a breath. “If you don’t want to, tell me to stop. It’ll all end on your word. Otherwise, this dick is getting buried in your asshole, little monster.” His words cause me to relax, knowing it’s all up to me.
“Yes. I want it. Keep going, don’t stop.” I answer. That devilish smile covers his face as he lines the head of his cock with my asshole. His fingers swirl in circles over my clit, stimulating me and pulling a plethora of moans from me. Slowly, he pushes past the barrier and fills me up. He enters me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his girth. In one swift motion he pulls out and thrusts himself back in. He pumps into me with such ferocity, that I feel like I may die if he stopped.
Slipping his fingers in between our bodies, he inserts two into my pussy causing my stomach to do flips. This is how a real man fucks.
“Yes, V. Squeeze this cock. Milk me for everything I have.” His words pour out of him and bring me closer to my climax. Slamming into me a few more times, my orgasm begins spreading like flames throughout my entire body. There isn’t a single inch that doesn’t feel the pleasure flowing through me. Grimm kisses me with such passion, I combust the moment our lips touch. I feel his cock pulse, his releasing spilling inside of me, letting me know our kiss had the same affect on him.
“Everything I have ever dreamed of and more.” He says before placing a quick kiss on my lips. Withdrawing, he stands and walks over to our clothes and brings them over to me. We dress and give our attention to Leo during the last few minutes of his life.
Walking over to him, I place my fingers on his neck, checking his pulse. It’s faint, but it’s there. “You just won’t fucking die. Will you.” I mumble my voice laced with frustration.
“How do you want to end this, baby?” Grimm asks, fishing for the joint case. He lights a second joint and inhales loudly.
Eyeing the machete, I pick it up and take a good look at Leo. I never thought I’d see the day where I was the one with the upperhand. Moments of hurt and struggle play in my head like a movie.
The bruises have faded but the scars will remain forever and tattoos can only cover so much.
I grab a fistfull of his bloodied hair and yank his head back. His eyes are drooping over and the last bit of his soul is lingering, still hoping I’ll have a change of heart and set him free.
He can’t hurt you anymore, V. You have the power. The power to end your pain. The power to take his life. Do it. He deserves it.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
DO IT!
“Asesinado por una mujer. Dulces suenos, cabrón.” Taking the machete, I lift it above my head and drive it straight into his heart. His mouth falls open in shock and it sends a thrilling shiver down my spine. A lightbulb goes off in my head and I smile, hoping to make Grimm proud.
Putting pressure on the handle of the machete, I slice through Leo’s body, nearly splitting him in two. His organs fall to the floor with a thud, the squelching sound bringing me satisfaction as his blood covers my face.
I drop the machete and turn to face Grimm, but all I see is the massive erection tenting his pants.
“Up for round two?”