Chapter 44 Snuffed #3
I could feel Darren’s gaze turn to me as I watched her executioner wash away the blood from the chair, walls, and floor with a hose down the drain. When his task was done, he packed up his tools and left without a second glance.
“The client’s niece. Evidently, she didn’t like her very much.”
My brows rose. She?
Oh my God. A woman had conjured up that nightmare?
I had no right to be surprised. People were evil. And evil had no gender.
“As for the other one, apparently her husband has finally had enough of her embarrassing drug habit and constant unfaithfulness.”
My eyes shot over to the brunette who was currently huddled on the mattress, her eyes closed and her hands over her ears. Her entire body was shaking as she quietly cried into the mattress.
Dread weighed me down at the idea of having to watch her tortured execution as well, my body shaking at the thought of enduring more.
“Darren,” I said, my gaze lingering on the metal table. “You’ve made your point.”
Scott turned in the corner of my view to glance back at Darren. He then nodded, and placed his phone at his ear as he headed back up the stairs, leaving us alone with just the crying women still chained to the dirty mattress.
I could feel Darren’s eyes on me, hovering over my body with the kind of judgment you could feel scratching against your skin.
“Have I?” he asked, his voice a low taunt as his steps echoed across the floor.
I nodded. “I get it. Please, I don’t want to see any more. I’ve seen enough death this past week to last me a lifetime.”
His leisurely steps continued until I could feel him standing right behind me. And then he lowered himself to my ear. “See, I’m not sure you have,” he murmured, that soft tone full of malicious deceit.
“I have,” I rasped firmly.
“Would you prefer the basement instead?”
I paused, my blood stalling in my veins at his alternative offering.
Fear crept into my lungs, making it difficult to breathe as dark memories assaulted my psyche.
I’d seen plenty of torture and murder, but what I just witnessed was far worse than anything I’d ever encountered.
But every time I went into that godforsaken basement, I came out a completely different person, a half person.
Was that better? This woman would die by the script Darren had been given regardless of my transgressions. It was a gruesome sentence to witness, but it would be a much shorter one than what I would endure in the basement.
I sighed in exhausting defeat, resting my forehead against the cold metal table.
A soft laugh left Darren’s throat, his hand tracing down my spine, making me tremble.
“The fact that you even have to think about it is all the answer I need.” And then he lifted the back of my skirt and ripped my thong away. The sound of his belt buckle had my well-conditioned pussy clenching as he suddenly kicked my legs apart and entered me.
I gasped at the intrusion, my body not quite ready but yielding to his cock relatively quickly.
“You say I’ve made my point, but I’d like to drive it a little deeper before we move on to the next one,” he groaned, his hands on my hips and thrusting in hard for good measure.
“From now on, you will do exactly as I say when I say it, or you will witness these same acts over and over again until you finally understand what obedience means.” His cock stretched me completely, plunging in and out to hit the exact spot that usually drove me insane with need.
“Ah!” I cried out, my body frozen in place as Darren fucked me into the table, that twisted pleasure building at a sickening rate.
After what I just witnessed, pleasure should be the last thing I could achieve, but that was trauma for you. Nothing ever made sense.
Darren suddenly snaked his hand through my hair and yanked my head back. “Do you understand?” he growled, keeping an even pace as my pussy clenched around him.
“Yes,” I gasped as I struggled to catch my breath.
“Who do you belong to?” he rumbled as he slammed into me, the remnants of an orgasm beginning to blossom.
“You! Ah!”
He fucked me harder, faster, driving me insane until I was moaning and gasping, desperate for release so this would end.
“Tell me you love me,” he commanded, his voice thick with lust and dominance, making me wince from the pain of his demand.
I groaned and cried, wishing I could be anywhere else but here. Wishing I had just died in the attack instead.
When I didn’t answer fast enough, he slapped me against the side of my ass so hard I almost screamed.
“Now!” he roared down at me. I flinched internally, despising the very existence of those fucking words.
“I love you,” I sobbed, my fingernails digging scratches into the metal.
Darren yanked my hair even harder. “Louder!” he snarled, his thrusts becoming punishing in their pursuit as hot tears ran down my cheeks.
“I love you!” I wailed, my body broken with the despair of my life, desperation splintering my soul.
Darren suddenly shifted his angle and fucked me straight into a tidal wave of painful pleasure, my entire body seizing and locking in place as my breath caught in my throat.
I could feel him coming inside me as liquid heat filled my core, my pussy spasming around his cock until all my energy had been drained.
I flopped back onto the table the second he released my hair, my chest heaving in rapid succession. And then suddenly, I was able to move my wrists again.
But then my attention was immediately diverted to Darren’s arm wrapping under my hips and hauling me off the table. I couldn’t help but go limp as he carried me over to the cage next to Camaro’s.
Lifting the top lid, he forced me inside, my body barely fitting within its small confines.
“Darren, wait, please,” I gasped, still struggling to regulate my heart rate.
But my pleas were answered with the instantaneous tug of all my cuffs at once. My neck was yanked to the back of the cage
while my wrists and ankles were forced to the sides. I could barely move an inch in the uncomfortable position, the flaring pain in my hip from him fucking me into the table spiking down my leg.
“Darren, please,” I implored again, but the only answer I got was the top of the cage slamming shut over of me.
He then crouched down beside me, his eyes hard with that vengeful intensity I knew so well, devoid of any mercy or sympathy, just like the tone in his voice.
“I wanted you to watch this next part while my cum leaks out of your pussy. Remember how this feels the next time you think about defying me.” Darren then stood back up, straightened his blood-red tie and took out his phone to text something.
Ten seconds later, the door to the top of the stairs opened and three of the same guards from earlier descended.
“Just so you’re aware,” Darren said as I watched two of the guards pull the same skull face ski masks over their heads while the third went to stand behind the camera.
“Every time you look away, Camaro will be the one to take the shock this time. So be mindful if you don’t want your dog to suffer your consequences. ”
A stunned sob wracked up my throat as more tears slipped down my cheeks, Darren’s cruelty boundless in its ability to torment and destroy.
“You asshole,” I whispered bitterly under my breath as my hands curled into fists. I was rewarded with a quick burst of electricity that jolted through my entire body, the pain sharp and intense.
“Consider that your one and final warning,” he rumbled. “From now on, every curse that leaves your mouth, Camaro will take the shock. One way or another, Jaden, you will learn to control that disrespectful mouth of yours.”
I refused to look at him, my jaw straining as my fingernails bit into the palm of my hands until I was sure I broke the skin.
I had warned this man not to threaten my dog, and I vowed right then to make him regret it.
If Darren thought he wanted my obedience that bad, then I would fucking bore him to death with it.
“No! Wait! Please!” the woman shouted as the men descended on her.
She fought back as best she could as they ripped her clothes from her body.
I watched with blurred vision thanks to the tears in my eyes as they viciously raped her from both ends, one from behind while the other was in her mouth.
About three brutal minutes later, they both pulled out long hunting knives that glinted in the dim light.
My stomach ate itself alive as each man took a single turn stabbing her outstretched skinny body at every angle they could reach. I made the mistake of lowering my lids for too long, my body suddenly struck with dread at the sound of Camaro’s sharp yelp and subsequent whine.
The poor woman continued to scream and fight, but it didn’t make one bit of a difference as they drove their blades into her body, covering her with blood as it poured down and soaked into the mattress beneath them.
They continued to fuck and stab her long after she’d gone limp, her lifeless eyes glossed over as she stared off into the empty distance.
Her own husband had orchestrated this, wanted her to die just like this, and wanted to remember her just like this. My body shivered as a desolate coldness seeped into my bones, all the while Darren’s warm cum leaked out of me to drip onto the cold metal floor of the cage.
Was my husband just as cruel as hers? Or was he worse? Would he condemn me to the same fate if he were so inclined? Would he tire of my antics and recycle my body into an immortalized reel of suffering too? Did he actually have a breaking point?
He very nearly killed me just a few weeks ago but stopped at the last second. Maybe it was time I really did change my behavioral strategy.
Whatever power Sid thought I had before was now officially gone. Things had clearly changed thanks to all these wars, and I would have to do what I always did when the occasion called for it—adapt.