Page 26 of Shattered Wings

Back to business. It’s time to get this done. Plugging Ben’s nose, he has no choice but to swallow. Once ingested, EtherXi rapidly hits your system. Here we go in three…two…one…

Ben screams behind the gag as blood pours from his nose. Didn’t expect that to happen. The glorious crimson falling from his nose makes my cock harder than I thought possible. “Are you burning? I bet you feel like you’re on fire, huh?” Sweat is pouring from his body as he writhes on the table. Grabbing the powder form, I sprinkle some on his chest and hands. The sweat intensifies the effects. His skin looks like it’s melting. I find nothing but sheer joy in the sight.

Taking my obsidian blade off the table, I flay the thin skin from his dick. This knife cuts through like melted butter heated on a stove. The sounds of his screams behind the gag are so satisfying. “Matthew, please remove the gag.” He needs a taste. That’s the least I can do. We all know he enjoys tasting and touching things that aren’t his.

Matthew does as I’ve asked. Once he’s completed his task, I shove a few pieces of dick skin into his mouth. “You better fucking chew that shit up.” He gags as he tries to get it down, but he eventually does while throwing up, which is a surprise. Fed up with slicing his dick skin off, I decide to cut his whole dick off since he likes to put that in places it shouldn’t go. Fucking rapist piece of shit. It’s the least he deserves. His dick pours blood, but I’m not done yet so I can’t have him dying on me. Lighting up the torch, I cauterize the wound. “You’re doing such an excellent job for me, Ben. It’s too bad that I’m going to have to kill you.” He starts shaking, and tugging on the straps holding his wrists in places. It’s useless because he won’t ever get out of here to see the light of day.

Now onto the finale. I’ve been itching to try this out for a while, just haven’t had the opportunity. Grabbing the egg slicer, which has stainless steel wires that I’ve sharpened into slender blades. Setting it between his thighs, I put his balls on the base, lift the handle, and push down. It all happens in slow motion, like when you kill a bug and its guts go splat. His balls fucking explode. Blood hits my face and drenches my clothes. I’ve never felt more satisfied. I’ll use the cheese grater some other time. Blood coats the table, dripping onto the floor. Looks like a splatter painting. I need to take a picture of this. It won’t be long before he bleeds out. I think he passed out a while back, so he missed the ball explosion. Fucking dickhead.

Pulling the gloves off, I toss them onto a tarp that’s set up next to me. Then I take my phone out of my back pocket and snap a few pictures. I’ll have to get these printed to hang on my walls. This is my best work yet. Taking all of my clothes off, I drop them onto the tarp, too. Stepping off, she hands me new clothes and shoes. Once I’m dressed, I take a look over at Ben. His eyes have a blank stare. His chest isn’t rising and falling either. He’s fucking dead, but just to be sure, “Matthew, check his pulse.” He steps up to Ben, checks his pulse and nods at me with that deranged smile of his. My work is done here. Fuck, this feels good.

Opening my phone back up, I text the last person I’d ever want to speak to. It’s alright because they won’t have a clue who I am.

Echo: Come to 4225 Elmers Rd. It’s in the warehouse district. I’ve got a surprise for you.

Them: Who the fuck is this?

Echo: Oh, don’t you worry about that. You’ll want to see this though.

Them: *Attachment sent*

Them: I’m on the way.

“Let’s grab our shit and get the fuck out of here. Our job here is done.”

Until next time!

Lachlan

I’ve had Ellie’s tight cunt so many times tonight. Her pussy is most likely sore. I bet her insides have been rearranged, too. But it feels damn good to have her by my side. Ellie is finally mine, all fucking mine, and I’ll never let her go. After our last round, she passed out. But I don’t blame her. I wore her out. I just couldn’t get enough of her. She’s naked and snuggled up next to me. I’ve dreamed about this moment for years. Pressing my nose into her hair, breathing in her honey and vanilla scent, has me hard as a rock and ready to go again.

My phone vibrating on the nightstand brings me out of my thoughts. Resisting the urge to move away from her body, I acknowledge the importance of receiving a message at this hour.

Lighting the screen up, there’s a notification from an unknown number. Deciding to play along with whoever the fuck this is, I text them back. They give me an address down in the warehouse district. There’s no way in hell I’m going down there for a stranger. But what I see next turns my blood to ice. Ben is lifelessly tied to a metal table. Blood covers his body and the entire floor below him. What the fuck happened to him? This makes no sense. You wanted to be the one to kill this asshole, Lach. I mean, yeah, I wanted to kill him. But this is straight up torture. I’m bad, but not as sadistic as the person who did this to him.

Delicately lifting Ellie’s head off my chest, I shift her onto the pillow and tightly pull the covers up around her. Once she’s settled and fast asleep, I hop up with my phone in hand and head into the kitchen. The only person who I can think of calling is Remi.

Pressing call on his contact information, he answers on the first ring.

“Hey man! What’s up? You never call me this late.”

“I know, Remi. And I’m sorry if I’ve disturbed you, but I needed to speak with you.”

“Okay, what’s up?”

“I received a text message just a few minutes ago. At first, someone was asking me to go to 4225 Elmers Road in the warehouse district. I’m not fucking crazy, though. I’d never go there alone. But the next message they sent was a picture of Ben’s body. Whoever this is brutally tortured, Ben.”

“What the fuck, dude! Who would kill Ben? I know you wanted to, but obviously didn’t get the chance to do it. Someone beat you to the punch.”

“I need information. I have to know who killed Ben and the reason. My priority is to get into his house before the police arrive and search for any evidence that may have been left behind.

“How about this? I’ll meet you at his house and we can search it together. I can’t let you do this alone. What if whoever killed Ben shows up? That’s the last thing you need.”

“Can you meet me now? I hate to leave Ellie, but this has to happen.”

“Yeah, I’ll head there now. Be there in fifteen.”

Hanging up, I walk into my laundry room, grab a shirt and a pair of sweats. After tossing them on, I grab my keys off the counter, and shuck my tennis shoes on by the front door. This shouldn’t take long, and Ellie should sleep for a while.

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