Page 79 of Knot My Sin

“Penis Picasso. Best one buys dinner. No peeking,” I tell him, turning to grab my own metal chair. Dragging it against the ground is just a perk for me, as I watch Bruce gasp and wake up.

Perfect.

The next three hours, Everest, Amb, and I compete against each other with our knives. Filleted penis is how we begin, working carefully as we slice the skin away, not giving a shit if we leave their urethra intact or not. They won’t need to piss correctly ever again.

Bruce’s penis is beginning to take on the look of a cactus, the large bulbous tip working in my favor as I cut. Everest hums to himself as he cuts as well, snorting at each gushing burst of blood as he slices.

“They’re like stuck pigs!” he crows. “Fuck, this is going to make it difficult to see. You want me to lose, don’t you, Mark?”

Mark can only cry as Everest complains as he works, and I tune him out.

Our slicing moves on over time to cutting away the skin from their legs slowly until just their tendons show, skinning them meticulously.

The blood pools at the drain before dripping slowly down it, which will make clean up later easier. Corbin is too good to us with our torture rooms. Finally we get to my personal favorite, cutting out their eyes. The sightless holes just seem to settle something inside of me, making me smirk.

“Okay, I’m bored,” I sigh, staring at my handiwork. “Blowtorches anyone?”

The alphas haven’t stopped screaming, and it’s starting to give me a headache.

“What the fuck! Are you seriously pissing right now?” Everest gasps, backing up quickly.

Mark cries despite his lack of eyeballs, but he’s also leaking from his ruined penis like a fountain.

“I wondered if he’d be able to piss,” I murmur. “That’s so cool!”

Amb snorts as he walks around the hanging bodies to check out our handiwork. “It doesn’t feel like enough,” he grunts. “I need to give her a courting gift. Is giving her the heads of her rapists too much? It is, right?”

This is adorable. My lips spread wide in a grin as I weigh our options. The pack in front of me is hanging broken and ruined, and it’s still not enough. “I don’t think it is, but dragging heads home is messy, Amb,” I console him. “Why don’t we take photos, so she can see our work, and know these alphas will never hurt her again. Would that work?”

“Yeah,” he says slowly, nodding, “After the blowtorch though.”

“We need to make sure to preserve the heads too,” Everest muses. “God, I still feel like they haven’t screamed enough. Something is missing.”

“God, can we gag them or something? They’re giving me a fucking headache,” I complain. I check the bonds to see how Flynn and Wren are doing and feel lust and pleasure.

They’re definitely fucking. It’s honestly a great way to keep both of their minds off this.

“Wren says that her alpha refused to let her slick,” Amb muses. “I’m not sticking my fist up their ass, but I’m sure we can find something else.”

Strolling over to the table, he grins as he picks up a thick wooden spike. It’s three feet long, sharp, and perfect for impaling. It even has a handle for keeping a good grip. Our boss really does spoil us with the nicest torture devices.

“The splinters will be brutal,” I snicker as I walk over to find several more on the table. “Ground rules?”

“Yes, Alpha,” Amb purrs, making me groan. Fuck me. The thick scent of caramel and my arousal fill the air, and Amb and Everest adjust their cocks. I’m hard on a good day with some satisfying torture, but there’s something about being in charge that does it for me.

I want to create a scene one day with my omegas, calling the shots for every move and orgasm. First, Wren has to heal a little more before she’ll be ready for that I think.

“Goddamn, feeling both your arousal is as hot as feeling my own,” Everest teases as he saunters over. “Are we playing skewer the alpha then? Yes, Alpha, please give us our marching orders.”

“First one who gets this up their alpha scum’s ass without him passing out, wins,” I growl. “You can ram it as hard as you want, just make sure he fucking stays awake.”

Cackling like hyenas, they each pick up their spear. Everest smacks Mark in the shoulder with his new weapon, startling him awake. Fucker had passed out.

“Wake up, Markie! The fun is about to begin!” Everest crows. “Trust me, you’re not going to want to miss this.”

Amb hits Craig across the face as I roll my eyes, all three of them blind, but retaining their tongues. That’ll go before the blow torch because it feels right for us to strip them of all of their faculties.

Just like they stole from our omega.

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