Page 101 of Líadan's Code

The old man flushes with pleasure as I work with Nathan to move Shane. “This building has heard a few screams, and the walls and floors wash clean with a little elbow grease,” he says with a shrug.

“I have tubs of boiled lye to throw them in to dissolve what you leave whole, so go wild. I doubt I’ll need to burn the place down.”

“You bastard!” Shane screams. This is the man who ignored her screams as he took Lia’s virginity, so he’s largely ignored as I tie him down, spreadeagle to the ground. Lía’s nightmares have told me a little about that night when she thrashes as her subconscious remembers things her mind won’t allow her to in the light.

“Do you want his clothes cut off, beautiful?” I ask her. Speaking to her with nicknames and sweet words could undermine her credibility, but when you’re holding a jackhammer I feel as if you can get away with it.

“I mostly need his pants pulled off,” she states, making Nathan wince as he gets to work without being asked. In a sense, these men are still soldiers, and she’s running this show.

Shane’s sad, shriveled penis droops along his body as he continues to scream and flail. It’s still pretty impressive while flaccid, making my lip curl that Lía had to endure his cock at all.

The people behind him have front row seats as we work, and they’re unfortunately just as loud.

“How’s the insulation in here?” I ask, straightening and stepping back. “Do I need to gag these fuckers?”

Rory looks unbothered as he shakes his head, taking a seat and pouring himself a bit of whiskey into a tumbler. “Nope. I made sure the walls didn’t betray any noise at all. No one can hear anything from the street,” he says.

Stepping back as I watch Nathan plug in the jackhammer, he says, “It’s live, Líadan. Go ahead.”

Lifting the tool up, she presses down on Shane’s dick.

“The possibilities of you living through this aren’t great,” Lía says with an evil grin. Walking over because his screams are giving me a headache, I pull off one of the gloves from his hands and shove it deep into his mouth, enjoying the way he gags around it, way too much.

Taking a cleansing breath, Lía sighs, relaxing. This much noise can be overwhelming.

Turning, I shrug as I see the brand.

“The next person to scream, gets their dick or ass branded,” I tell them loudly, shifting over to begin changing the letters out to say Rapist. Lía can change it later if she wants.

These people are giving me a goddamn headache.

“I wasn’t going to say anything, but you’re a pitiful group,” Rory growls, rubbing his temple as he takes another sip of whiskey. “Carry on, girlie.”

Spitting in Shane’s face, Lía says, “Burn in hell, fucker.”

The sound of the jackhammer is music to my ears as it destroys not only Shane’s cock, but most of his pelvis area. Somehow, he’s still alive, and I arrange the brand for Lía, even going so far as to heat it for her.

Rory really did set us up with everything here.

Lía enjoys her time with Shane, reaching out for the brand to sear it into his forehead. The man’s heart gives out at about this point, but there’s a maniacal grin on her face and that’s all I care about.

“Next!” Nathan yells out as Joe walks into the room with Trila. She’s bound and gagged, and he makes a point to come through the back of the building to keep curious eyes behind.

“It looks like a party,” Joe yells out, tossing Trila hard. Her body slides and rolls across the floor, right through the gore left behind by Shane.

Snickering, I watch as she realizes what she’s laying in. Oops. She can stay there for a little while.

Joe and Nathan take Shane away, using hoses to spray the rest of the mess into large drains. There is way more to the Macdonald men than meets the eye, and I’m here for it personally.

Trila ends up soaking wet and still covered in someone else’s blood, which is fitting for the amount of misery she’s responsible for.

Joe gave us all the gift of gagging her, so we all ignore her as Lía gets more and more creative with each person hanging from the ceiling. Every one of us cheers, makes snarky comments, and supports her as she finds her vengeance.

Funny enough, Shane’s son pissed himself while my girl cut his dick off and fed it to him. Every person got the hot brand and death helps her find a piece of her soul, even if it is slightly dented and blackened.

Mickey joins us with a sigh as he surveys the kill room, joining Rory for a drink.

Lía turns from where she’s driving a hot poker up Ciara’s ass as I make the word Child from the contents of letters for the brand so we can mark the sick bitch twice.

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