Chapter 20 #2
“Who the fuck are you and how did you get in here?” the boss demanded, his head snapping toward her.
“I let myself in. I thought you could use a good distraction,” Tempest said, sitting up and dangling her legs over the foot of the very high-set bed.
“A distraction, huh? Sweetheart, if you ain’t here to fuck me or blow me, get the fuck out of my bed!”
“Well, you know, I thought about blowing you,” she said as she slipped off the bed and slowly started toward the hot tub, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger as she went, “but then I decided that blowing you away, would end all too soon, and you needed a little more time to understand.”
The man made a sound somewhere between irritation and impatience, shoving the girl trying to ride him off his lap and into the water in the hot tub.
“This shit again. If I had a dollar for every little bitch that thought she could intimidate me because her stupid fucking father or husband was too stupid to stay alive in this game, I’d be a richer man than I already am.
Come on, let’s settle this shit,” he said, waving her toward him.
Tempest grinned. “Oh, goody!” she said, her voice positively quivering with excitement. She misted right up against him, standing in the hot water with him, her nose pressed against his she allowed him to get a good look at her eyes.
He tried to step back as he shoved her away from him, but two things happened that he didn’t expect.
He stumbled on the step of the hot tub that was right behind him, and then his hands went right through her as though she was only an image, not actually corporeal.
“The fuck is this?” he demanded, floundering on the now wet carpet beneath him as he tried to crab walk out of reach.
“Well, first I’d say, it’s a very tacky and poorly decorated room that was out of style even in the seventies, which I think is the last time anyone did anything to it other than clean it.
I mean… hot tub in the bathroom, with carpet around it?
Really? But most importantly, I’d say, I’m karma, come to visit — personally! ”
“I’ll fucking end you!” he bellowed, finally managing to get up off the ground and stomping toward a side table where he had several guns stored.
“Nah, but that is my plan for you. And you know, if you even halfway listened to your security team, you’d already know that I was here,” she said, making air quotes around the word security.
He turned around with two pistols in his hands, both aimed at Tempest as he stomped across the room toward her, firing as he went.
Tempest laughed hysterically as she looked down at her slightly transparent body while bullets whizzed through her sending wisps of lavender and green rising from where each bullet passed through.
“Why are you fucking laughing?” he demanded.
“Well, there’s that little thing — I can’t even say it’s swinging, or dangling for that matter — anyway, it’s flopping around down there,” she said, pointing to his dick, and then there’s the matter of you still not putting two and two together.
” She went from several feet from him to right in his face.
“I’m not human, and you get to meet your destiny tonight. ”
“And you’ll fucking die!” he screamed, firing the bullets through her image again.
“Oh, you with the fucking and the dying and the bullets! Just shove that fucking gun up your ass! I’m so tired of it already!” She stopped like she’d just heard her own words. “Oh! That’ll work!” she said.
Suddenly he was screaming, his hand clawing at his own ass as one of the guns he’d just been holding was suddenly inserted into his ass at an awkward angle, the end of the grip sticking out of his asshole.
“That’ll do it,” she said.
She noticed the sound of quiet crying behind her and looked over her shoulder at the two girls huddled together in the hot tub. “What? Not enjoying the show?”
They both just cried harder.
“Dear God, how do I manage not to smite this entire place from the map?” she wondered aloud as she rubbed her temples.
“Anyway, let’s get to the point. I have a friend.
A dear friend — family really — who has been spending some of the most recent years of her life homeless because she’s been in hiding.
Do you know who she’s been in hiding from? ”
“Fuck you!” he spat.
She made a buzzing sound. “Ennnnhhhhh! Wrong answer!” she produced a long thin nail out of thin air and ran it through his dick with little more than a flick of her wrist.
He screamed like a little girl, dropping to his knees as he tried to cup his newly pierced, flaccid penis.
“For each wrong answer you give, I’m going to pierce something on your body.
Could be your dick, there’s a couple of inches left that don’t have a decoration yet.
Or, I might pierce your balls, one at a time.
I could just rotate that gun in your ass, but I’m thinking I’d rather pierce something.
Maybe your liver, ooooo, I know! I could run one of the little nails up your dick and into your bladder, swishing it around a bit to see what we’ll get!
Fun!” she said, clapping her hands together.
“I said, fuck you!” he managed, leaning heavily on one arm as he balanced himself on his knees — spaced widely apart — as he gingerly held his dick in his other hand.
Tempest sighed. “You just don’t understand the rules yet,” she said, flicking her fingers toward him, sending another long, thin nail toward him. This time it pierced through the hand that was cupping his balls and through the end of his dick.
He screamed again and fell onto his butt in agony, which made him scream and bellow in even more pain when the gun jammed itself deeper into his ass, its rough edges tearing and cutting the skin inside him.
Tempest laughed delightedly. “Okay. Let’s try again. I’ll even remind you of the question. Do you know who my friend has been hiding from?” she demanded, as she leaned over him, a little piece of rotting flesh dropping from her teeth to land on his nose.
There were tears streaming from his eyes, spittle wetting his lips as he glared at her. “Me,” he spat at her.
“Yes! Finally, a correct answer. Now, the next part… Guess who was in hiding with her?”
“My fucking kids,” he yelled angrily.
“Well, yes. But, are you upset she took your kids? Is that why you’re angry?”
He opened his mouth but she held up a finger and waggled it back and forth right in front of his face.
“No, No, No! Think before you answer or you might have to pay for another wrong answer with another nail through your dick!” She flicked a gaze down between his legs to his hand now nailed to his dick, which had already been pierced with its own nail.
“You have what, three inches there — on a good day. There are only two piercings, and a hand, so I think there’s an inch we haven't addressed yet, then I could start on your balls.”
He whimpered.
“I’m so loving this game!” she exclaimed, then her smile dropped and she looked into his eyes. “Answer my question.”
“No! I hated the little fuckers! All she did was pay attention to them! I should have come first! It’s about me! Fucking pains in my ass.”
Tempest swirled her finger and the gun rotated in his ass.
He howled in pain, his entire body tensing.
“See, she’s my family, and my friend… well, she will be, but that’s beside the point.
And those babies, they deserve a father that loves them, a warm, safe home to live in.
Not a mother who has to run away and hide them away in a homeless camp to keep them all, herself included, safe from a psychotic fuck of a person who doesn’t even deserve to be called a man who is so fucking insecure that he has to compete with his own children for their mother’s attention,” she shouted, her voice taking on a deep masculine quality as it boomed at him, while two more nails pierced him without warning.
One through his balls, and one through his cheek bone angling down through his jaw, nailing his jaws together.
He couldn’t scream anymore because his mouth was nailed shut, he simply lay there and whimpered, his entire body trembling in pain as he was practically unable to move for fear of anything already causing pain shifting and hurting even more.
“Oh, well, that’s not going to work. We can’t play my game anymore.
You can’t talk. Ah, well. Here’s what we’re going to do, then.
I’m going to tell you why I’m here instead of letting you guess.
In short, you and your family forced a man to give you his sixteen year old daughter in exchange for his life because of a debt he owed you.
Your father forced her to marry your disgusting ass.
You impregnated her and kept her as a slave basically.
Yes, yes, I know, you did allow her to go to school and finish her education, but that was your father’s doing, not yours, because he didn’t want an uneducated woman attached to the family and he was hoping with your stupid ass being his only heir, that she could somehow manage to guide you and teach your kids to run the family after you managed to get your stupid self killed. ”
His eyes looked at her in shock.
“I know. I’d have thought he had more faith in the piece of shit son he created, too.
Anyway, you sent men to kill those babies tonight.
And you told them to bring her back so you could make her suffer with your own hands.
News flash! Your men are dead. And you got me instead.
Now, I know you’re wondering ‘why you’. And the simple truth of the matter is that the men who stole her life from her…
your father, her father, oh, and your buds you sent after her— they’re in hell, now.
They’re paying for their sins against her. Want to know how I know?”
The man’s eyes were wide with fear as he shook his head as much as he dared with the searing pain already in his cheek and jaw. He actually started trying to scoot away from her.
She reached out and laid a hand on his arm. “Let me show you,” she said, smiling sweetly, the stench of the rotting flesh between her teeth making his eyes burn as she forced him to stare directly into her eyes.
He started sobbing as he looked through her eyes and into the abyss.
Souls wailing in agony, their wispy limbs reaching out in every direction begging for relief.
A combination of searing heat and burning cold roasting those who were not yet wraith like as they pled for mercy; the creatures standing at their sides relaxedly snacking on the hearts of their victims, as they watched their bodies slowly disintegrate, leaving nothing but the soul behind.
Tempest shook him to bring him back to the here and now.
His eyes were terrified as he looked at her.
She smiled sweetly. “So, here’s what’s going to happen.
I’m gonna just toss you in there, and let them do with you what they will.
A couple of my favorites are already waiting for you.
So, anyway, consider it a gift from me to you, on behalf of Giada and her babies.
And be glad I’m in a hurry, otherwise, I’d have days and days and days to play.
But, don’t be too sad. I travel though the darkness every once in a while.
Maybe we can catch up and spend some time together again.
Did you know that though people die, souls can continue to suffer for eternity? ”
He started shaking his head despite the nail in his face. “Mmmm. Nnnnnn. Mnnnn,” he mumbled, trying to beg for mercy.
“What’s that? No? Oh, but, yes. So much yes.
” She stood from where she kneeled over him, and effortlessly lifted him with one hand.
Then she stepped back, gesturing toward the air in front of her, where a shadow appeared and expanded.
She grinned at him. “Have fun!” and tossed him into the shadow, the squeaks and muted sounds of his pitiful attempt at begging the last thing she heard before she shooed the shadow away with both hands.
She brushed her hands together and sighed in satisfaction as she smiled and turned to glance around the room.
Her gaze landed on the two women clinging to each other in the hot tub, shivering but not from cold.
They were terrified. “You’ve made some really, really bad decisions.
Is this the best you thought you could do? ” she demanded.
One of the women nodded as she began to cry.
Tempest shook her head. “Get up. Get dressed. And do something worthwhile. Go make something of yourselves! Don’t depend on a man to make your way in life! Make your own damn way!”
Both of them nodded.
“Get out of the water!” Tempest shouted.
They scrambled to get out, and stood on the carpet dripping.
“Get out!” she yelled. “If you make a choice like this again, I’ll be back to see you! Do you understand?!”
“Yes,” they both sobbed, bumping into each other in their hurry to grab clothes and towels and get out of the room.
“And maybe go see a priest or something! Cleanse your souls. Be a better person!” Tempest called after them.
She stood there for a few seconds, before she added.
“Get thee to a nunnery, or something like that. Damn, just stop hanging with criminals.” She looked around again.
“Well, that was fun. Back to the problem at hand, I guess.”