Page 100 of Ruining Vanessa

“My dad will pay you!” Brad says, looking up at me with tear-filled eyes. “C’mon, man. You made your point. You wanted to terrify me? I’m fucking terrified. I’ll be nice to people. I’ll tip. I’ll apologize to Clara. Whatever you want me to do, I’ll do it.”

Slayer comes over to me, resting a hand on my arm. “Nah, gotta leave him alive, Sammy.” He squeezes a little, looking at me the same way he did the night we cut up Vanessa.

He thinks we’re going too far, or that we’re about to be going too far, which is just fucked up. We’ve done so much worse!

“You could see it though, right? Castrate him first, let him scream about his missing balls for a while. You don’t want unneutered pigs around anyway. Fuck, if we take him, we could do it all slow. Tie a rubber band around his balls so they slowly shrivel and die, like they do to livestock. Then you string him up and gut him. Carve him up like a pot roast. Season the gravy with his blood—”

Brad sobs, his entire body shaking. “Please, man. Please, I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Slayer considers, and for a moment, I think he’s going to give me the go ahead. Not that I need his permission, but this is where he truly excels, and he usually takes the lead when we get someone targeted like this.

Instead, he shakes his head. “Nah, not this time. Orders were to scare him, not to neuter him. As much fun as that sounds…” He flashes Brad a smirk. “Then again, I doubt Daddy Dearest is going to stop pissing people off, so hey, maybe the next time we drop in, we can really do this in style. Get a spit, roast him up while we’re at it.”

“You’re finally getting a taste for exotic foods?” I laugh at Brad’s whimpering. “Oh, come on, I’m joking. I’m not a fucking cannibal.”

“He’d try anything once, though,” Slayer says nonchalantly to Brad, sounding almost like he’s serious, then he snorts and ruins the whole facade. “Anyway, I can just kick him around a little.”

“Kick him in the balls, at least.”

Brad shakes his head and starts begging again, but Slayer dutifully follows my order.

It isn’t enough. Fuck. Still holding my phone up to record the beating, I pick up Brad’s phone again. He’s the kind of idiot who has it set to stay unlocked for ages, apparently.

I snort a bit at the responses he’s received. Funny enough, there’s one dude who sent a dick pic back. I decide to see what other pics Brad has on his phone. Maybe there’s a cock with better lighting in there.

But I keep scrolling and scrolling, only finding pictures of girls—

Then I find a picture of Vanessa.

I stop and tap on that photo. She’s clearly asleep, and Brad’s pulled the covers off. This must have been after they’d had sex, because Vanessa is naked. Brad’s got the camera angled between her legs.

“You’ve got quite the collection of pics,” I say, my voice brittle. “Who’s this chick?” I hold up the phone so Brad can take a look.

Brad’s doubled over in pain, but Slayer grabs onto his hair and yanks his head up so he can see the picture of Vanessa. Slayer sees it, too, and his eyes narrow.

“V-Vanessa,” Brad manages to choke out, still heaving even though nothing comes up.

“This is your type?” My eyes keep going back to the picture. It’s not any different than what Damien had sent me, or ones I’ve taken. But Vanessa’s always been awake in those photos. She’s always known when we were taking pictures.

“N-no! I—” Brad whimpers again, tears streaming down his cheeks. “I like girls with bigger tits. More ass.”

My grip on the phone gets tighter, and I clench my jaw. “Yeah? Why even bother with her then?”

“She… She was easy. Desperate,” Brad sobs the last word. “Got her to give it up with just a few…”

I don’t hear the rest of what he says. My blood is roaring in my ears as I go stand in front of Brad. Slayer says something, but it’s just as insignificant.

My fist collides with Brad’s jaw, and if Slayer weren’t holding him, Brad would have been flung across the floor.

I kick him, in the jaw, in his chest, his side. I bring my boots down hard on his cock, and Brad screams loud enough that I think he might actually alert the neighbors.

I lift my foot to stomp down on his face, but suddenly Slayer is pulling me back. I fight against him, but he’s stronger.

“Let go of me,” I snarl at him. “Fuck!”

“That’s enough, Sammy,” Slayer says, his voice brimming with controlled fury. He’s not any happier than I am, so why is he making me stop? “You can’t kill him. Even if he does deserve it.” He casts a disgusted look down at the nearly-unconscious Brad.

“I think we can. I think it would be really fucking easy to gut him right here. There’s a huge span of woods where we can cut up the body and let some fucking wolves eat his carcass,” I near shout. “Why the fuck are we even here if it isn’t to kill this fucking waste of a human? He really is no better than a fucking pig!”

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