Page 64 of Mayhem

Now, if I were Serena, where would I be? Obviously, with her friends and, I am guessing, the dance floor. I push through the crowd until I find her. Fuck she is so beautiful. The way her hips move with the music is hypnotic. She doesn’t seem to realize all eyes are on her. Every guy in this room watches her, but I won’t let anyone else have her.

I watch her as she dances with her friends. I see the asshole dressed in a devil costume to the side. The cheerleader was still by his side, looking so out of it. He is with a group of guys, all whispering to each other and smiling. He leans down and whispers something into the girl's ear. She nods and walks away. I continue to watch until she comes back with a drink. He puts a pill in the cup and stirs it with his finger before laughing with his buddies. He steps out from the group and walks towards Serena with a malicious smile. He cuts in and starts dancing with Serena. She looks uncomfortable and tries to push him away. He offers her the cup, but she doesn’t take it. His eyes go dark as he pushes the drink back at her. She tries to get away, but he grabs her arms and pulls her into him.

I see red and storm over. I grab his shoulder and turn him around. He lets go of Serena, her eyes wide when she sees me. Evie walks up behind her and pulls her back away from us. I grab him around his throat and squeeze until his face turns blue, and he is clawing at my hand. Right before he passed out, I let go. He crumbles to the floor, sucking in oxygen. That’s not enough to soothe the beast in me. He needs to pay more.

I pull him up and drag him off the dance floor. Serena’s eyes are still on me while Evie whispers something into her ear. She nods her head and turns away from me. I turn away and continue to drag this guy to the back room. I toss his body on the concrete floor, his head bouncing off the ground. He wails out in pain. I close the door behind us and pull out my phone. I open the messages between the three of us.

I pocket the phone and lean against the wall, waiting for Midas and Odin. It doesn’t take them long before the door opens, and they enter. The deafening music blares until the door closes, blocking off all sound. Odin's eyes widen when he sees the guy on the floor, recognizing him from earlier.

“This fucker tried to drug Serena.” The words are quiet, deadly on my lips. The anger is all-consuming.

“What?” They both growl at the same time.

Midas stalks over to the guy and kicks him in the gut. He topples over, clutching his stomach. Tears flow down his face while he coughs, trying to catch his breath.

“Tie him up. We are going to have some fun with this asshole.” Midas barks.

Odin nods his head and heads over to the would-be rapist on the floor. He pulls him up and quickly clinks the manacles around his wrists before pulling the chain until he is a foot off the floor and securing the chain.

I walk over to the cabinet and open the doors, displaying all the fucked up things in here. This one has all of Odin’s “toys” in there. Knives, whips, axes, etc. All the things he likes to use on his victims. Tonight, I am going to be the one to make him feel pain. I have a pretty good idea of what he planned to do to Serena, but I need to make him admit it.

I grab a small butterfly knife and start flipping it open and close while I walk back over to the scumbag hanging from the ceiling. I circle him, watching as he struggles and whimpers. He starts begging me to let him down. Tears and snot cascaded down his face. He is a pathetic little boy.

“Here is what is going to happen. I am going to ask you some questions, and if you lie, we will each take a turn inflicting some pain on you.” I twirl the blade in my hand, wondering where I am going to slice him first. “Let’s start with an easy one. Do you know who we are?”

“The Kings of Chaos.” He chokes out the words.

“Correct,” Midas smirks from behind us.

“What did you put in that drink you tried to give that girl?” I ask. I already know the answer, but I need to hear him say it. I need him to admit what he was going to do. I don’t enjoy inflicting pain unless necessary.

“Nothing, man. It was just a fake pill.” He yells at me, his eyes wide, knowing he lied to me.

My face stays blank as I slash the knife across his cheek. He screams out in pain, the chains clinking against each other as he trashes about. Odin walks up beside me, tsking at the guy for lying. He grabs the knife from my hand and cuts open the guy's shirt, exposing his pathetic physique.

Odin drags the blade down his chest. “What were you planning on doing with that girl?” His voice is dark, menacing, and ready to kill.

The guy starts crying even harder but doesn’t say anything. Odin laughs maniacally before digging the blade in, cutting down his chest. He screams out in pain, begging us to stop. I watch in fascination as his blood pools to the surface and drips down his body to the floor below.

Midas walks over next and takes the blade from Odin. He holds it to the guy's throat, clearly over the guy not answering our questions. “What. Did. You. Have. Planned?” Each word comes out harder than the last.

The guy looks at the three of us, knowing this is his final chance. “All right, ok. I’ll tell you.” He starts, his voice loud and high-pitched. “I was trying to slip her some Z. I saw what it did to everyone at the party, and I wanted to fuck her. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. Please, please don’t hurt me.”

Midas snaps his fingers, and Odin pulls another knife from his pants. I take a step back and watch while he cuts into the guy over and over again, shredding his body. The grey concrete floor grew redder from his blood. I listen to his screams as he pleads for us to stop until he passes out. He doesn’t get off that easy. I walk over to the cabinet and pull out a small vile of smelling salts. I shake it as I walk back over to the pathetic would-be rapist. I open the lid and place it in his nostril, forcing him to inhale it all. He sputters awake, his eyes wide when he sees us still standing there. He thrashes around until his arms pop out of his shoulder sockets. His screams don’t stop. He isn’t recognizable anymore. As much as I want him dead, we can’t just kill him.

I look over to Midas, about to tell him to call Doc when I see him already pocketing his phone. He nods, letting me know he is already on the way. Thankfully, we have a club doctor who can handle most injuries members incur. It’s risky calling him. I know he will report back to Zane about this mess he has to clean up, which could be big trouble for us, but Serena’s safety is worth it. I won’t let anyone harm her.

Midas and I lean against the wall, letting Odin have his fun for a few more minutes. I watch the pieces of flesh, like little ribbons, fall to the floor as Odin cuts them off. He undoes the guy's pants and pulls them down. Presenting us with an insanely small cock and balls. Odin laughs at them while the poor guy can barely keep himself awake. Odin takes his knife and slices the sack, not removing the balls, but he probably will never be able to have kids. I think we just did a favor to society for that.

Midas barks at Odin to stop. There isn’t much left of the guy. If Odin keeps going, he will die in a moment. Odin makes one more cut before tossing his knife on the ground and backing away. He looks like a Jackson Pollock painting, red sprayed across his face and body. Odin gives us his signature crazy smile before he bows. I can’t help but applaud his talent. Odin leans his head up and winks.

I walk Odin over to the attached bathroom and turn the shower on for him. Odin strips down and walks in. The red circling down the drain. I turn to the sink and wash any evidence off of me. I still need to talk to Serena, and I don’t want her to know what we just did.

I wait for Odin to finish showering before tossing him a pair of sweats and a t-shirt we keep here just in case. He drops his towel, not caring about showing off. I’ve seen him naked so many times growing up that it doesn’t bother me anymore. He quickly gets dressed, and we head back over to Midas. He looks down at his phone, his eyebrows pinched and his face in a deep scowl.

He hears us approaching and puts his phone back in his pocket. I want to ask what has his panties in a bunch, but the door opens. Doc walks into the room and looks at the guy we still have hanging from the ceiling. He doesn’t ask questions as he walks over and examines the guy. Doc points to the chains that are still holding this guy up. I unhook them and let his body collapse to the floor. A whimper of pain escaped him.

Doc rolls him over and assesses the damage that Odin did. It doesn’t take him long to look at the kid and tell us that he needs to go to the hospital for proper medical attention. Doc knows some people there who can do the work without alerting the local police. He places a quick call and then tells us to leave and head back to the party.

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