Page 35 of Anorthic Anarchy

Wielding destruction, demons tremble at my hand.

I am wrath wrapped in a suit of power.

Disrobing only at the rightful hour.

The anticipation is mouthwatering. So much so, I lift my bloodied hand, coated with the life he’s leaking all over the stones from removing his appendix earlier. And I lick it. Sucking on every morsel as a predator hunting its unwilling prey.

I hope he doesn’t talk.

“So, this is probably going to hurt.” I can’t help the riotous giggle that tickles my chest. Then I grip his tiny, soft dick as his hips try to pull back from me, but his ass hits the wall, preventing further movements.

Shifting from foot to foot, his whimpers escalate. “No, please. No. No.”

“Fuck, when you say that, I get hard, you know? Like…it just makes me want to do it more.” Grasping my thickening firmness in my pants, I show him. Then I hold the hot rod at the end of his dick and slowly push inside his hole.

His wailing screams fill the air with its own torturous melody. Closing my eyes, I memorize it, a little smile soothing my face. Adding a spin to the glass, it catches as some of his tissue sears to the hot tube, which only makes his voice raise from tenor to alto. Hmm, maybe I could aim for soprano once I’m done.

A putrid odor of sick covers the burning smell in the room. When I spin to check out Sev and the little girl, she’s vomited all over the floor and covers her eyes, shaking in the corner like a delicate leaf.

“I haven’t finished yet, angel. Well…unless you want to tell me what the next plan is, toy. Hmm? Want me to stop?”

“Please, please no more.”

“Okay.” Clapping my hands together a few times, they spray red drops all over my coated chest. I really should invest in some torture pants. The ones I’m wearing are ruined. But I’ll revel in watching the water turn pink once I soak my bones after this. “So talk.”

Snot drips from his nose as he cries, but he stays silent.

“Then I’ll continue.” Dragging a small table over, I place it underneath his reddened cock, stretching out the tissue so the rod is laying perfectly across the table. I snag the hammer off it and slowly raise it high in the air as his eyes watch with horror. “Last chance.”

I think he faints even before I bring it down, but fortunately, he wakes up quickly when I smash the tube filling his urethra. His shrill howling deadens the sound of the crunching glass.

Some of it doesn’t break, so I lift and smash again.

Then again.

Then, I think I must be having too much fun as he jerks and sobs, so I tap repeatedly as the tiny shards cut through every bit of his flesh, leaving a mangled piece of what he once must have enjoyed.

Gone now.

“Stop, please.” A whimpered cry comes from the other end of the room, and I snap my head to Astrid. She’s quivering, holding one hand over her eyes and the other over one ear, and she scrambles as far away from me as she can get.

“You want me to stop, wife?”

Lifting one blue eye carefully to my face, she nods while glancing at the piece of meat laying in front of me.

“Come here and stand next to me.”

She doesn’t move, so I shift my gaze to Sev, who gently helps her up. Her knees wobble as she walks toward me, keeping her face hidden by her hair as she stares at the ground. Reaching over to the table, I grab a handgun and thrust it into her palm. She studies it curiously.

“Remember what I taught you. Even pressure. Fingers here. Hold it like this.” I place her hands on it appropriately. Then I nod at the body in front of us. His head hangs and the deep rattles within his chest let me know he’s almost gone anyway.I’m probably not going to get any answers out of him. “So either end his misery or mine.”

Part of me thinks she’ll run away. Or just shoot me. I don’t think she’s gone enough to do it to herself. Maybe she’ll kill Sev… Probably one of the girls, for sure.

But the angel straightens her back and gives me a cold, dark stare. Without even looking at the intruder, she lifts the barrel and points it at the top of his head and pulls the trigger. The loud bang fills my ears until they ring while brain matter sprays us both in the sides of our faces.

And some bizarre feeling rises deep within my soul. Brutal and primal, an urge roars out of my chest until my vision blurs with tears of passion.

My eyes narrow as she continues to glare at me with ferocity, not even blinking. Dropping my gaze, I assess her bosom, but her chest isn’t even rising as quickly as mine.

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