Page 25 of Shattered Wings

“Well, Ben…It’s about time for you to pay for what you’ve done. Don’t you think so?” What have I done? I killed Christina. She was a dirty cunt, though. She fucking deserved it for messing with my Illiana.

“I have done nothing wrong.”

“Oh, that’s where you couldn’t be more wrong, Ben. It’s time to pay for all the chaos that you’ve caused.” The cold metal from scissors glides up and under my pants legs, cutting them like butter. Things are about to go from bad to worse. I can see it now.

Echo

It’s time that this piece of shit pays for all the damage he’s caused. Ben’s about to be fucked six ways to Sunday. I’m going to relish in his pain. He deserves it for all the pain he’s caused everyone. He thinks I don’t know all of his secrets, but I know a lot more than he thinks I do.

“Can we get started?” Damn, why did I bring her into this? Her squeaky ass voice gets on my nerves. Why the hell did you fuck her, you dumbass? I’m always thinking with my dick, I guess.

“Once his clothes are all cut off, we can begin. Make sure his boxers go, too.”

“What the fuck, man? Why do you need to take my boxers off?” If only he knew what was coming. Hahaha. It’s going to be fucking epic.

“It’s going to be so much fun, Bennie Boo. I can’t wait to see your cock again. You probably won’t be as hard as you were last time, though.” She’s so fucking nasty. The girl will screw anyone with a dick attached between their legs.

I have all my tools setup on a covered table right next to Ben. He hasn’t seen them yet, but when he does, he’s going to flip the fuck out.

“Alright Boss. Clothes are off. What’s next?” Yeah, Matthew is so much better to work with. Usually I’m not his boss, but on this assignment he’s made an exception.

“You see that black container over there?” pointing toward my special surprise.

His lips lift in a smirk. “Yeah, I see it.” He walks over to the table it’s sitting on and picks it up, bringing it back to the table we have Ben strapped down to.

“Ben, we have a special treat for you. Have you ever heard of bullet ants? We have a few that want to spend some time with you, if you don’t mind,” I say, laughing my ass off.

“What the fuck! You’ve got to be kidding me. Don’t put those damn things on me. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know.” What a little bitch.

“That’s the thing, Ben. There’s nothing you can tell me I don’t already know. I know everything, Ben, and it’s time to make you pay. Now back to the ants, these ants are really pissed off. I’ve been told that the sting of a bullet ant is one of the worst you can get. Cool fact, do you know where bullet ants come from? I’ll answer that for you. They come from Central and South America. You wouldn’t know anything about South America, would you?”

A strangled noise leaves his throat. At any moment, he’s going to piss himself. Matthew gets the little booties that we’ve made up. The bullet ants are intertwined with the woven booties. They won’t be hurt during this process, but Ben sure as fuck will be. I’m not a monster. I’d never hurt the ants, but Ben over here is a different story. Once Matthew gets the booties attached, we sit back and watch. It doesn’t take long before the first ant bites him, and then the second and third. With every bite, his screams get louder. I relish in his pain.

“Please stop this. Please, I’m begging you. Please take the ants away.” Sniveling little bitch.

“No can do, butter cup. You fucked up, so now it’s time to pay the price. Ben, you fucked with the wrong people. You already know this. We could always toss you into the ocean like you did to Christina.” With the mention of Christina, he stiffens. The ants stay. He needs to be tortured. “Hey, Matthew, pour a few of those ants on his chest.” He nods and grabs about five of them, dropping them onto Ben’s chest.

They are crawling all over his chest while scream after scream leaves his lips. The skin is red and swollen where he’s been bitten. Not going to lie, it looks painful as fuck and we can’t even see what’s happening with his feet. “Let’s go ahead and remove the booties. They have been on for almost an hour now. Time flies when you’re having fun.” Matthew just laughs but removes the booties.

“Damn, Bennie Boo. You look hella fucked up right now. Your feet look disgusting. I bet they hurt, huh? When’s it going to be my turn to do some damage?”

So fucking annoying. “You already did your job, pretty girl. Just sit there and look pretty. You don’t need to get your hands any dirtier than they already are.” That seems to make her happy. I just want her to stay sitting and shut the fuck up.

These marks look way worse than the ones I saw online. The poison can’t kill him, but I don’t need it to. That’s my job. But still...they look incredibly swollen and red. He’s been quiet for the last few minutes. I honestly think the pain has made him pass the fuck out. He could be in shock. This pain generally lasts for twenty-four hours. Too bad he’ll be dead by then.

“Matthew, let’s pack up all the ants and move on to phase two. I’m ready for some blood.” The smirk that Matthew sends me is down right sinister. He’s involved in some sort of secret society. I don’t ask questions, but I’ve heard stories. They sacrifice babies or some bullshit. Well, that’s what I’ve been told, but I don’t know if there is any truth to the stories. I know for a fact that this secret society is real. Matthew was only at the academy for a while because he got kicked out of his fancy ass other school. Hell, Matthew might not even be this guy’s real name. At this point, I don’t give a damn. He’s been helping me for years and he hasn’t betrayed me.

With all the ants put away, I look at Ben’s body, swollen and abused. My cock twitches in my pants at the sight of his pain. Grabbing a bucket of water, I toss it on his head. He wakes suddenly, gasping for oxygen. And then the screams begin again.

“You fucking asshole. I did nothing to you. Why are you doing this to me?”

He knows what he did, so I refuse to answer him. Grabbing a gag off of my tray, I stuff it in his mouth and clip it behind his head. I’d rather hear his grunts of pain than him screaming like a little bitch, for now. As I slide my gloves on and pick up my egg slicer, an evil smirk twists my lips. Wait, the cheese grater first. Shit, I’m getting ahead of myself. Matthew made another form of Ether for me. This one is called EtherXI. It’s going to fuck Ben all the way up and I can’t wait for it. Ether is a lot of things, but XI is on a whole other level. When ingested, it feels like your body is burning from the inside out. When the powder is poured on your skin, it literally melts like acid has been poured all over you. With the gloves still on, I grab a pill, push the gag aside, and shove it into his mouth.

“You better fucking swallow it, Ben. If you don’t, I’m going to make this so much worse for you. So don’t fuck with me.” He’s shaking his head back and forth, tears sliding down from the corner of his eyes. “Don’t be a pussy now. I thought you were a big bad man, Ben. Guess my intel was incorrect.”

“Hey, now! I always give you great intel. And I most certainly wasn’t wrong,” she whines. Maybe I should have gagged her, too.

“Sit over there and shut your fucking mouth. Don’t speak unless I tell you to.” She pouts but slumps back in her seat. I swear I hear her mutter “asshole” under her breath, but I don’t have time for her shit right now.

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