Chapter Fifty-Two
Brynne
Bryan arrives right at the scheduled time. He looks around the park for me. I wasn’t sure if he would agree to meet this late, but he truly is a weak man. He’s been seeing me for his urges for a few months now. He thinks therapy will cure him of his thoughts, but I know that’s not the case. No matter how much you try to ignore your urges, they will always win and you will submit to them. I thought I could go without killing, but here I am setting this up to make sure I am primed for the next job.
I text him to meet me on the nature trail and he looks toward the trail. He tucks his phone in his pocket and walks toward me. I walk toward the entrance to look like I am exploring the trail. “Dr. Thornton?” Bryan says as I approach.
“Bryan,” I wave. “Sorry, I got here early and figured I
could explore the trails before you got here. I lost track of time and figured we could walk and talk. They do say Nature is the best way to reduce stress and anxiety levels,” I smile. Bryan nods and walks next to me. “How have you been feeling?” I ask.
“It’s getting harder to ignore the voice in my head. I almost relapsed yesterday, that’s why I reached out,” he looks at the ground. I place my hand on his shoulder and he stops .
“It was the right thing to reach out. Maybe we should test your resistance,” I slide my hand down my black dress and he follows my hand. I watch his adams apple bob when I get to the hem of my dress.
“You look really g-good tonight,” he stutters.
“Let's pretend I’m what you’ve been desiring. What would you do if you came across me here,” I pause. “No one else but us is here Bryan,” I add in a low voice.
“I-I don’t think this is going to work,” he says before biting his lip. I pull my dress up to reveal the top of my thigh highs. “Dr. Thornton, I’m not ready for this,” he says nervously.
“We need to push you to fight back your urges. Who do I need to be? Tell me what you’ve been hoping for,” I push.
He takes a deep breath. I run my finger down the
opening of my dress. Making sure to pull it to the side to reveal more cleavage. His breathing becomes more ragged and I know I’m close to getting him to submit. No matter how hard they try, they're not strong enough to resist. A gust of wind blows my perfume in his direction.
“Cotton candy,” he mumbles.
“Do you need to feel me?” I ask innocently. I grab his
hand and place it on my chest. One second his eyes are burning with desire and the next they widened with terror. Blood squirts from his nub onto my chest and face. Then comes the scream.
“Shut the fuck up,” Damon knocks him out. Bryan drops like a sack of potatoes in front of me.
“What the fuck was that?” I yell.
“I told you that if another man touched you then I’d cut his fucking hand off. I’m many things, but a liar isn’t one of them little devil,” he drawls .
“That wasn’t part of the plan,” I take a step closer to
him.
“I was very clear earlier about anyone touching you,”
Damon shrugs. How can this man infuriate me to the point where I want to kill him, but my body also can't stand the image of him being hurt?
“Can we finish this argument when we don’t have a body and a severed hand in front of us?” Ryker says from the trees. I turn toward the guys coming out of the shadows.
“Let's get him to the house,” I say angrily. I pick up his severed hand and see how much blood got on my dress when I walk into the light. “Here,” I throw the hand at Damon and it hits his chest. He catches it before it hits the ground and gives me a devilish grin.
We carry Bryan to the car at the other end of the nature trail. I grossly underestimated how much he weighed. I’ve been slacking in my workouts and today shows it. We get him in the car and head home. “I loved this dress,” I whine from the back seat. Damon looks at me through the rearview mirror.
“I'll buy you a new one.”
We pulled into the driveway and I could hear Bryan starting to stir in the trunk. As we pull into the garage we hurry to get him to the basement. The boys carry him down the stairs as I open the secret door in the wall. “You should know the way by now,” I wink at them.
Bryan squirms when his bare back is placed on the stone slab. Sawyer and Matteo tie him down and he finally opens his eyes. “Dr. Thornton,” he croaks.
“I’m right here Bryan,” I walk closer to the table. I ditched the dress and am standing in my black lingerie and thigh highs. The boys wait around the room for my sign. It makes me feel powerful that they're willing to wait for my commands before doing something. All of them besides fucking Damon apparently. I want to be mad, but it just shows that he can get jealous. Acting like that is a clear sign he cares for me whether he thinks he doesn’t or not.
“W-where am I?” he says in a panic.
“Relax, you’re at my home. We didn’t get to finish our practice,” I say.
“I dreamt that I lost my,” he raises his arm the best he can and sees the nub where his hand should be. Then comes the screaming again. My pussy throbs at the sound. I can feel my nipples harden. “My h-hand,” he cries.
“You’ll be fine. Plenty of people live without hands, quit being a fucking baby,” I say. “Alright where were we?” I add.
“You’re fucking crazy,” he spats.
“Well, that’s quite rude to say to a lady,” I drawl.
“Lady? You're the fucking devil,” he yells.
“Don’t go saying things like that. It might go right to my head,” I taunt. Sawyer smirks from my side. Damon leans against the wall near the table with his arms crossed. I can see the desire to kill in Matteo and Ryker’s eyes. “If you weren’t such a piece of shit none of this would have happened Bryan,” I say.
“ I came to you for help,” he blabs.
“There are no helping people like you,” Ryker says.
“Who the fuck are you people?” Bryan asks as he
surveys the room.
“Well, you already know me, but these are my boys.
They're here to help me,” I explain.
“Help you with what?” he asks nervously .
“I think it would ruin it if I told you,” I wink before heading to the table.
“ Help!” Bryan yells.
“No one can hear you down here,” Matteo teases.
“A-are you going to kill me?” Bryan cries.
“Not before having some fun,” Sawyer smirks.
I pick up tool after tool and examine them. I didn’t have a specific plan once I got Bryan down here. I contemplated leaving him tied to the table so I could see how long it took for him to starve to death, but that could take a while. I need this room ready for when I get my hands on Benny. This room was built for them, and I intend to use it.
As for the mayor, I couldn't care less how he meets his demise. I honestly think a bullet to the head would suffice for him. We could get him out of the way this Friday at the press conference and move on to the main targets. “You're thinking really hard about how to kill this dumb fuck,” Damon says.
“What would you propose?” I ask sweetly.
“Depends, how dirty are you willing to get?” he teases.
“You should know by now that I’m a very dirty girl,” I wink. Damon grabs my throat and pushes me into the stone wall. He reaches between my legs and feels how soaked the thin piece of fabric is between my legs.
“I should fuck you right here in front of him. Show him who you belong to,” Damon hums. He licks the sensitive skin on my neck and inhales me. “Let's see how long he can survive without his skin,” he smirks. He pushes two fingers inside of me. I whimper at the sensation and his eyes darken. “You like that plan don’t you little devil?”
“Yes,” I moan. Damon abandons my pussy and places those two fingers into his mouth. “Everyone grab a knife,” I demand. All of the boys walk over to the table and look at me. “Let’s see how he likes not having skin to hide behind,” I smirk.
“Hmm you are the fucking devil,” Sawyer growls before kissing my lips.
“W-what are you doing? Let me go,” Bryan yells
behind me. We all turn around equipped with knives in our hands. We line up around the stone slab and Bryan quivers in fear. I watch his pupils dilate when he spots the knives. “Help!” he screams again.
“We’re going to have a little operation. Maybe we can find what makes you so vile,” I taunt. Sawyer and Ryker are at his feet and Damon and Matteo are at the head of the slab. I run the knife down his center. Pressing harder when I get to his gut to draw some blood.
“P-please, I’m sorry,” he protests.
“It's too late for that. Which should we do first?” I move the knife from limb to limb.
“Ennie, meenie, miney, moe,” I stop at the arm missing his hand. “Looks like we're sticking with this one for now,” I nod to Matteo and he lowers his knife to Bryan’s bicep. He slowly slices through his skin and peels it back.
“Fuck,” Bryan says in a guttural scream. His breathing picks up after Matteo peels the hunk of skin from his arm. Bryan looks mortified at the chuck of skin hanging from Matteo's hand. Anger washes over me like a tsunami. I picture Benny on the table and my mind goes red.
“Make him eat it,” I command. Matteo takes the piece of skin and wiggles it above Bryan’s mouth. He clamps his mouth shut and shakes his head back and forth. I grab Bryan’s balls and twist them. He screams in pain and Matteo takes the opportunity to shove the skin in his mouth. Bryan gags and tries to spit it out.
“Swallow it or I'll cut your fucking balls off next and
feed them to you,” I say venomously. Bryan looks petrified that I'll stick to my word. He tries his best to swallow his skin, but gags as it slowly slides down his throat. Matteo moves his hand from over his mouth and Bryan gags and pukes. He can't move his head and starts choking on his vomit. Damon tilts Bryan's head to the side so he doesn’t choke to death.
“Wouldn’t want you to die before seeing the show to
the end,” Damon says and then looks at me with the same eyes from that night. He can see the rage in my eyes and accepts it. I continue with picking another limb. Benny flashes through my mind and I picture everything I have planned for him. This is nothing compared to what I have in store for him, for all of them.