Page 29 of Game of Revenge

“Ouch,” I mutter as a few are skewed like a fucked up shish kabob.

“Pity, I would have enjoyed playing with them,” Blakely mutters, then tugs on my hand again, pulling me toward a copse of trees.

There are more photos of Brian and my heart aches. He was so beautiful. I know this is completely fucked up, but I hope after tonight he feels some peace.

“Oh, there he is. My little pet, all trusted up, waiting for me,” Blakely coos, and Michael grunts.

Ricky is tangled in a spider web, moaning about clowns coming for him. It seems he's had a healthy dose of hallucinogens.

“Boys, help me move him. He doesn't deserve to rest.”

Bates and I grab his arms and tug him over to another tree. The red lights make his pale face glow and he already looks close to death.

Blakely must agree with my inner thought, because she huffs and kicks her heel until the blade inside the tip of her shoe pops out.

Giving him a slice in his leg, he hardly yells.

“Dammit! I wanted to play with him. Fine. You boys have fun. I'm going to eat my damn snack, and I do have to pee,” she mutters before walking away.

Ricky starts to ramble, and I really don't want to play with him like Blakely did.

Looking at Mike, I shrug, then step away and raise my nail studded oar.

“You don't deserve to breathe after killing the man I love,” I mutter, then swing, hitting him right in the throat.

Mike grunts as Ricky's weight leans onto him, his blood spraying us in the face.

Ricky begins to gurgle loudly as Mike drops him onto the ground.

We stare at each other for a few minutes and when he licks his lips, tasting Ricky's blood, I can't stop myself.

I need a taste too. I don't know who moves first, but soon I'm attacking Michael's lips.

“Fuck, why is this so hot?” I groan as Michael kisses along my neck, biting hard on my collarbone.

“Take your shirt off,” he grunts, stepping back to remove his own top. We are covered in blood, but it doesn't turn me off like I thought it would.

I guess I understand now why Blakely and her guys are fucking like rabbits somewhere in these woods.

Her moans have been echoing through the trees the last twenty minutes. I think it's time for Kier to turn the speakers on.

We have one more trick up our sleeves for the remaining lambs, waiting to be slaughtered.

Lifting my shirt, I toss it somewhere behind me. Ricky's mangled body is beside us, but I don't care.

It's not like I've ever shied away from voyeurism before, plus he's dead. I took pleasure in torturing him with my oar.

The studs ripping his throat in half. The way he gurgled was like music to my ears.

He should have left Brian alone. Never fucked with our family.

I hope he rots in hell.

Michael steps closer, unbuttoning his jeans, and I want to become his little whore. It's been so long since he's touched me.

“I want you to bend me over and fuck me like a savage. I want to feel the pain tomorrow on the drive home,” I say, then groan as Michael begins to lick my chest and flicks my nipple with his tongue ring.

I need his piercing on my cock before he fucks me into next week.

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