Page 48 of The Book of Wrath

Roark noticed my frown and stepped closer to me, leaning in, “Need something that’s not here?”

“Actually yes,” I said, looking over at Derek who was covered in blood and scowling at me. Hatred bled into his eyes, and I was loving every minute of it.

“I can make it happen. This is only a small array of items,” Roark waved, “That we have in this room. I have plenty more items you can choose from in the other room.”

“Got a monster cock in the other room?” I ask with a blank face. The look on Roark’s face is priceless, I guess he wasn’t expecting me to say something so blunt. Ally snorted from behind him.

“Leave it to you to want a monster cock in this type of situation. This isn’t a monster romance dear,” Ally chimed smiling, her face a little red when Tony looked over at her.

“It’s not for me,” I pause and look back at Derek, “it’s for him.” Ally’s smile widened, but the guys around me all cringed.

“I don’t think I have one of those, but I will see if I can find something. Long or long and thick?” Roark asked like I was asking for a cucumber of sorts.

“Thick and long please,” I say, looking over the instruments of torture once more. Derek began grunting as I placed my hand on what looked like a cork screw.

“You can’t hurt me bitch!” He yelled as I picked it up, examining the point at the end of the screw.

“I beg to differ,” I stated, making my way over to him. I take up place behind him and grab his hair, pulling his head back so he is looking straight up at the ceiling. I look down at him as he clamps his eyes shut thinking it will stop me. “You really don’t know the damage I can do. I’ve read some of the most imaginative works of art you can’t comprehend. I’ve been tortured, physical assaulted, sexually assaulted and left for dead. If you think I haven’t pictured killing people and skinning them alive, you’re wrong.”

Before he could open his mouth to retort, I slam the corkscrew into his right eye and twist. It took more pressure that the ice cream scoop did, I guess because I had to puncture skin as well. Oh well. I ripped the device out of his eye, letting the scream that tore from him echo through the building. Music to my fucking ears.

I didn’t notice Roark leave and I sure didn’t see him return cylindrical tube in his hand. He held it up and smiled at me, “This should do the trick, might need to figure out how to insert it fully in there, but it should work.”

He handed me the tube and I heard the guys audibly groan. “Megan, are you really going to shove that in his ass?” Monty asked, looking like he was about to puke all over the floor.

“Unless you want me to call my friend Ethan and ask him to bring me a monster cock dildo from his personal collection,” I said as he ran for the trash can in the corner of the room. I felt bad that I made him hurl up his guts. He was a good guy.

“You realize, you’re going to have to strip him down to nothing and spread his ass cheeks apart right?” Roark reminded me, I looked back at him and smiled.

“That’s where you come in. Something tell me you’re the sick fuck who wouldn’t mind helping me,” I said, I walked over to where Derek was sitting, snarling at me like a caged animal.

“You think I’ll let you put that in me? You’ll have to get me out of this chair to even get close to my ass, bitch,” he spat at me. I grabbed another hammer off the tray, testing the weight in my hand. I gripped the handle hard and slammed it into his knee cap. He wailed in pain, but I didn’t stop there. I attacked the other knee cap, enjoying the sound of his screams.

I kicked the chair forward, forcing his face into the ground. He was right, I would have to remove him from the chair, I couldn’t do that. That could give him an advantage. Instead, I decided to take advantage of his face being in the floor and took the clawed end of the hammer and stabbed it into his shoulders, the claw hooking on bone as I pulled it out.

Over and over, I slung the hammer into his shoulders. More blood covered the floor, seeping out of him like a river that’s run red. Roark stepped up beside me, “Let’s sit him up, unless you plan on killing him in a more peaceful way.” I stopped my onslaught to realize that he was right. I was three swings away from bashing his skull in.

I stepped back allowing Roark to pick him up off the floor. His arms just dangling at his sides, he may be physically broken, but the look of rage was still dancing it’s sultry dance in his eyes. I set the hammer down on the tray again, the tube discarded on the floor by Derek’s feet.

“You should’ve killed me whore,” Derek choked out. The room emptied out some point during my assault that only Max and Roark were left standing there with me. “I should’ve fucking put a bullet in your head after you puked on Heath. Or maybe I should’ve slashed your throat when Tommy was having his way with your fucking pussy while you screamed and begged for him to stop.”

The rage on Max’s face was indescribable. He looked like he was about to snap, but not at me. I thought he knew, I thought someone told him about the assault. I guess I was wrong. Derek continued on his tirade of what he should’ve done to me.

“But no, the more you screamed and begged for them to stop, the harder I got. Like I said, I get why Ryan fucked you instead of auctioning you off like a good little whore. I enjoyed tearing your asshole apart. I enjoyed every second of you screaming in pain. When I get out of here, I’ll do it all over again. I’ll fuck you right in front of your boy toy and make you thank me you fucking—.” His words were cut off, I blinked once, then twice.

By the time I truly realized what was happening, my revenge was taken from me. I don’t know when Max stepped away, I didn’t see him grab a fucking handsaw. He had plunged the serrated edge of the blade into Derek’s throat and sawed so hard that he cut through bone. Not a clean cut by any means, you could tell it took some force, but within a few minutes Derek’s head was on the floor. His body limp in the chair, let the blood flow down him into a pool on the floor.

I looked at Max who threw the saw across the room, Roark slowly backed away toward the door and left us alone with the bloodbath we created. Within seconds, Max and I making out. Both of us covered in the blood of our enemies.

Chapter 40

Megan

His tongue forced it’s way into my mouth, dancing around in circles with my own tongue like a dance between two lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. Our hands mapped out each other’s bodies like we were trying to remember every little feature. His scars under his shirt seemed raised under his shirt. His body much tighter than I remembered it.

There was too much fabric between our bodies, the heat radiating off of him was enough to send me into a head spin. I needed more of his skin all over me. I pulled and clawed at his shirt and thankfully he understood the assignment. He pulled away long enough to rip his shirt off and pull mine off before pulling me back into his embrace.

He gripped my legs and hoisted me up, wrapping my legs around him as he laid me down on the ground. The wet stickiness of the blood clung to my back, but I didn’t care. I was drowning in his kiss, in the best way possible. I dragged my nails down his back as he bit into my neck eliciting a moan from me. He growled as I felt his skin rip, a wave of pleasure had my core throbbing. I reach between us and pull at his belt.

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