Page 69 of Royal

I take the scissors and start cutting off her clothes, leaving her in her bra—and what do you know, she doesn’t have any underwear on. “What a nasty cunt.” River makes a sickened face.

I laugh. “Trust me, you could catch something from just being in its presence.” I cut off her bra, leaving her naked in front of all of us. She turns her head down, looking at her body. “It’s humiliating, being naked, with people’s eyes on you.” I run my knife that I picked up off the table when I set down the scissors.

I press the tip down hard in the center of her chest and she hisses, causing me to smile and enjoy her pain even if it’s only slight.

I drag the knife across her chest, pressing harder and harder, marring her with words. She screams, trying to throw herself back and away from the blade, but her screams are joined in with Donna’s and Selene’s.

Their screams feed my soul, the darkness in me growing with every little stroke of my knife. The sounds of Selene and Donna screaming egging me on.

Royal

As me and my brothers watch our women, my eyes never leave Naomi. I know she is meant to be an ole lady. She was made for it; she was meant to be mine.

Sabrina tries to look for me while Naomi is carving the word rapist on her chest, dragging the knife so deep that you can see her muscles and bones beneath the skin.

Every time she starts to pass out from the pain, Naomi smacks her hard in the face to wake her up.

Looking at my Naomi, you’d never believe she would be capable of such darkness—at one point none of us were capable of it.

Until the darkness inside of us breaks free, we have to feed it when it’s woken and once we feel as though justice is served, we put that part back inside of us.

That part has been awoken in Naomi.

That very part of me is roaring because the fucker that tried to rape my woman is right behind me, crying out in agony, and choking on his dick. The fucking irony of it all.

“Royal, I’m the mother of your child. If you let her kill me, Penny will miss her mother,” Sabrina tries to plead with me.

The only thing that does is piss Naomi off even more. Naomi snaps Sabrina’s head back using her hair, stopping her from looking at me. “Look at him one more time and I will take your other eye.”

Other eye?

Naomi grabs the small torch that’s on the table that Reaper brought over to her, and I cover my mouth trying not to show my amusement at the fact that my woman is about to burn some bitch’s eyes out just because she was looking at me.

Meghan comes over and holds her eyelids open for Naomi.

“Please, Royal!” Sabrina screams as Naomi gets closer and to my utter horror, she manages to turn one single eyeball over to look at me like I’m going to save her.

I wouldn’t piss on the cunt if she were on fire.

Naomi doesn’t hesitate, she puts the torch against Sabrina’s eyeball and she lets out a bloodcurdling scream. The room is soundproof, but fuck if a sound was going to be heard it would be that one.

“Royal! Baby! Think of all of the good times we’ve had together!” She screeches, blood pouring out of her burnt eye socket. Her eyelids are gone too, and now it’s a charred mess.

How she is still fucking conscious, I will never know. I don’t feel an ounce of sympathy for her, she planned all of this shit and she is going to suffer the consequences.

“Fuck that shit,” Naomi says, throwing the blowtorch onto the table, hard. Then she grabs a pair of pliers and a knife. “Open your mouth, bitch.”

Sabrina clenches her mouth together, trying to turn her head to the side away from Naomi. Meghan holds her still, prying her mouth open, and Naomi grabs Sabrina’s tongue. She pulls it out of Sabrina’s mouth, running the knife slowly across her tongue until she cuts off half of it. She then grabs the blowtorch again to stop the blood flow.

When Meghan lets her head go, it flops forward, but Naomi isn’t done. She picks her knife back up and spends the time carving up the rest of Sabrina’s flesh with the word rapist covering her entire body.

“Anyone got some ink?” she yells out to the guys, and they all search around, finding some ink pens.

She busts them open and pours the ink onto the carved words, smudging them into her skin so the words are permanently etched.

Then, lastly, she uses the same knife to chop off all of Sabrina’s hair, before throwing it on the ground.

Naomi

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