Page 86 of Ghosts of Halloween

“I cut off Christian’s cock and balls,” he says, white teeth flashing at the memory. “I had him tied up, far away from other people. I didn’t even gag him. Wanted to hear every scream.”

Harlow presses her lips together, her body tensing, but she doesn’t react otherwise, so he goes on. “But that was hard work. Cutting off a body part isn’t easy, angel. We don’t have enough time.” He glances at the heavy frying pan she’s holding and nods toward it. “You can shatter their kneecaps with that. They will piss themselves from pain.”

Michael screams again, and I growl in annoyance, stuffing a ball of dirty fabric into his mouth and clamping my hand over it. I’m not entirely sure he can breathe through his nose, but fuck him. If he can’t shut up, he deserves to suffocate.

Harlow comes closer, her mouth open to gulp in nervous breaths, faster and faster. As she stands above him, tension stiffening the lines of her body, I force Michael’s head back so he has to look at her.

“Grip it in both hands,” Silas tells her calmly. “Raise it high enough to get momentum but not too high to aim.”

She makes to do as he said, but then hisses and lowers her hands. I instantly know what the problem is—the knife wound he gave her must hurt like a bitch, especially since we weren’t exactly gentle with her.

“You can always just step on his cock,” Silas says, shrugging, not disappointed at all. “With as much force as you have. And then… you can carve something on him. A message.”

He taps the knife on his belt, and Harlow lets out a loud breath, nodding. But I see the uncertainty in her face. It’s not really surprising—I guess she’s like Jack, able to do violence in the grip of fury, but not with cold-blooded control. Silas is the cold-blooded one. Guess it takes a special kind of person.

My beautiful psycho boy.

I cock my head to the side, thinking. It probably doesn’t matter if she tortures them or not before we kill them, but I want her to have this. I know how important it was for Silas to get closure with his rapists, and how he still suffers because he couldn’t kill them all.

The last two were still locked up two years ago, and then, we couldn’t leave this house. But I know at least one of them should be free by now, and the other’s sentence was supposed to end next year. It’s a fucking pity Silas won’t get to carve his revenge into their skin and then gut them like they deserve to be gutted.

But he can at least watch Harlow do it to her rapists.

“Come on, little bird,” I say, tugging roughly on Michael’s hair to bare his throat. “Step on his dick. As hard as you can. And I’ll give you a kiss.”

She jerks, looking at me with wide eyes. I can’t hold back a wide grin, because my cock is already warming up to the idea. “A kiss, sweetheart. Wherever you want it. On your lips. Your shoulder. On that sweet little pussy. I will even kiss your feet if you want me to.”

A faint blush dusts her cheeks, and she bites the inside of her lower lip before giving me a sharp nod. Her eyes narrow, her face growing hard with determination, and without waiting any longer, she raises her leg high and stomps hard on Michael’s crotch.

He howls, jerking his arms. He struggles to get free so hard, he almost topples the chair. I hold his head in a tight grip, grinning when tears streamfrom his good eye, and look up at Harlow. She’s breathing fast, already catching her balance to strike again.

Her leg descends one more time. And again. And again. By the time she’s done, shaking and wild-eyed, Michael makes a constant, high-pitched noise through the gag, his entire body spasming, hunched in as much as the restraints allow. There’s a dark stain growing rapidly on his crotch, and I assess it. Not blood, just piss.

“That was beautiful, baby. You’ve earned seven kisses,” I tell Harlow, letting go of the useless piece of shit and stepping closer. Silas takes over my post, standing behind Michael, but his eyes are glued to Harlow.

“Fuck, that was so hot,” Jack murmurs, joining me by her side. “How much time do we have?”

My skin pricks with unease, because fuck. I forgot we’re on a schedule here. Dawn is less than an hour away, and we really should wrap up soon in here. “Tell you what,” I say with a grin, looking at Harlow. “We’ll get you off in under two minutes, little bird, and then you’ll let us help out with your two other boys, hm? I really like the idea of that frying pan.”

Harlow laughs shakily, putting her trembling hand on my chest. “Okay. You’re on. But I don’t think you’ll be able to…”

I shut her up with a kiss, my hand already diving between her legs while Jack slowly runs his fingers down her neck and back. Harlow arches with a moan, her body responding instantly. It feels like she’s primed for us now, so attuned to our touch, it doesn’t take much for her to completely give in.

Jack kisses down her neck, murmuring into her skin, and I focus on her clit, drawing slow but insistent circles around it. It’s a careful balancing act, to bring her high quickly without making her too sensitive, and I relish the challenge.

Behind me, Michael and the other two make pitiful, squalling noises through their gags, and I snort, tearing my mouth away from Harlow to look over my shoulder.

“Watch and learn, boys,” I tell them with a smirk, because I can’t fucking help it. I’m too smug for my own good. “That’s how you get a lady to fuck you. Maybe the lesson sticks and you’ll remember it in your next life.”

I drop to my knees and hike her dress up, knowing very well how messy her cunt is after being fucked so many times. Irelishit. Without needing my encouragement, Harlow hooks her knee over my shoulder, and I dive into my delicious, warm cream pie.

She tilts her hips to press into my face, making a deep, satisfied sound that goes straight to my cock. Fuck, I really can’t stop tonight. This is too fucking good, and I love that she’s game for this.

“Fuck me, Jack,” she moans, and my cock bucks in my jeans, almost coming at the thought of having a cock pumping in her while I eat her out.Fuck.I really like having both at once.

“Jesus,” Jack murmurs, unbuckling his belt. “Fuck. Princess. This is so fucking hot.”

He tugs her hips back, and I follow, mouth watering at the prospect of Jack’s cock beingrightfucking there. I already know I’ll get my mouth on him, too. That thought makes me grin, and I pull away, looking around Harlow’s hip up at Jack.

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