Page 57 of Wicked Revenge

“That’s okay. We can work out names later. You just tell us what you remember.” Royal leans down, kissing her forehead before moving to my cart and picking up one of the blades laid out there.

We both back up and stand on either side of Doc, waiting for her to begin. He’s still whining, but he has figured it out: the less he moves, the less painful it will be. Too bad this isn’t the worst he has coming to him.

She takes Alek’s hands from her stomach, moving them up over the swell of her breasts to the scars that marr her skin. Short scars layered on top of each other like they were cut over and over in the same spots, about 2 inches long on each breast.

His fingers trace the scars gently, her eyes fluttering shut as she begins. Her voice is now monotone, as she tries to tell her story without losing it.

“One of his men cut me here. He liked to make me bleed for him when he would rape me. King wouldn’t let them touch my pussy. That was only for him. So they would rape my ass or force themselves in my mouth. He put a lot of the smaller scars you see on me. Here,” she says, holding Aleks hands against her chest, moving his hands around to her hips where the same type of scars are on each side, “and here.”

“Open your eyes, my queen.” I want her to see the cuts as we make them. She needs to see the blood as it paints his body and know that it was spilled in her honor.

She doesn’t open her eyes, a small whimper escaping her lips.

“Alek.” His eyes meet mine, and I give him a nod. The sharp sound of him slapping her pussy echoes across the room, her eyes snapping open immediately on a gasp.

“I said eyes on us, Raena. Alek is going to touch you now, and you are going to keep your eyes open. You close your eyes, you don’t get to come. Understand?”

She nods her head, frantically, her mouth dropping open as Alek brings his hand down her stomach to her pretty little pussy. She moans loudly when he strokes his finger through her slit, finding her clit.

Her eyes struggle to watch as Royal and I make the first matching cuts on his chest with our blades. His screams drown out her moans as the blood pours down his body.

We move to his hips, slicing through his skin with ease as he struggles against the hooks suspending his body just barely off the ground.

“Where else?” Royal asks, her concentration broken as she drowns in the pleasure Alek is giving her.

One hand strums her clit while the other squeezes her throat, his lips on her neck, kissing and sucking marks into her creamy skin.

“M-my back. J-Jackson…he put the biggest scar there. The doc, h-he stitched it up after,” she stutters breathlessly as her orgasm builds, but she can’t shatter. Not yet.

“Turn her around,” I command Alek, and she whines when he stops playing with her to do what I asked. “Don’t worry, Cherry. You can come soon. Show me the scar.”

I saw this scar at Twisted when she was cowering in the corner, but hearing who gave it to her sets my blood on fire.

Fucking Jackson.

His death will not be quick.

Her scar goes from the top of her left shoulder, to the bottom of her right hip. It’s deep and jagged. Like he stopped and started as he cut her. I cannot fathom why someone would want to hurt her.

What could she have possibly done to King to make him do this to her? To unleash his depraved men on her. What was his motive?

I need answers.

I spin the doctor around so his back is now facing us, bringing the blade to his shoulder in the same place as hers. His back is bigger, so his scar will be too. I don’t really give two shits about it.

He could have saved her many times over, but he chose the coward's way. Turned a blind eye to her torture and blindly followed King’s commands. He might as well have made the cuts himself.

I dig the knife into his back, dragging it down at an angle while he screams. I have to stop before my knife hits the hook. I yank it out, blood spraying across my face and soaking into my clothes. I jab the blade back into his back below the hook this time, continuing my cut to his right hip.

His body goes slack, his screams stopping just before I rip the knife out again. He passed out from the pain. Good. I can hear my girl now.

Looking back at Raena, Alek has turned her back around, his hand back on her pussy, but her eyes are on me. I know I must look feral right now, my face covered in his blood, but she doesn’t look disgusted. If anything, she looks even more turned on.

“C-can I please come now?” She pleads, her knees buckling under the weight of the pleasure. I can see his fingers now pumping into her pussy and she grinds her clit down on his palm. “P-please,” she begs. “I need to c-come.”

“You can come, Cherry. Come on his fingers.” I stalk forward, dropping to my knees in front of her soaking wet core.

Her arousal is running down her thighs. I run the blade of my knife gently up her inner thigh, then down the other, smearing his blood onto her skin.

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