Page 28 of Be My Sacrifice

I lift the gun away from the man in front of me, as Abe reaches forward and grabs a fistful of his hair, preventing him from trying to escape off the sofa, and fire in Peter’s direction, hitting him with a shot in his upper thigh. I watch with perverse satisfaction as he falls to his knees, a scream tearing from his throat as he grasps onto the bleeding wound.

“Don’t be afraid, we’re not going to hurt you. It’s not you who we are here for.” I motion to the girl to move away from Peter, and one of the rebels moves forward, gently grabbing her arm and wrapping a throw blanket around her terrified, trembling form.

“WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU!” Peter screams, his face red and his dark brown eyes large and filled with fear, as he tries to grapple with his bleeding leg.

“Who am I?“ I move forward with a chuckle, my eyes glued to his face, “I am the spirit of all the women you have hurt and abused like that one,” I motion towards the maid, who is shaking like a leaf. “And Maria Camrose, and your wife. I am vengeance.”

I move in front of him and push the suppressor against his forehead, even as the need to punish him further hums along my heated blood, begging to hear his screams. “I am death, and I have come to collect what is owed.”

“Please… I… I have money… and power. I can pay you!” He cries, snot rushing out of his nose and down his pathetic, quivering lips.

“Oh, you will pay me, Peter, make no mistake, but those are not the things I want.” I press my foot down on his bleeding thigh, and wrench another pain-filled scream from his lips.More, fuck, I need so much more. I need to hear him beg louder. To see more tears, to know that I have broken him like he was trying to do to that girl.

“What… what do… you want?” He screams as I move my foot away and take a seat on the coffee table in front of him, my gun still pointing at his heaving chest, just in case the fucker gets brave, even though I doubt very much that he has a brave bone in his body. No, the Brotherhood is filled with cowards.

A laugh suddenly makes its way around the silent room, as I tilt my head to stare at the man who terrified me as a child. The man I watched abuse my beautiful mother, and who knows how many other countless women over the years. The man who hurt Sarah, over and over, when he should have protected and loved her.Brotherhood scum.

“I want your screams, Peter. I want to hear you beg for mercy like all those women did, like your wife did.” I lean forward, “like my mother did.” A sadistic grin breaks across my face behind the mask.Oops, guess that cat is out of the bag.It won’t matter, though. Peter Mercier will breathe his last breath in my presence here today.

Shock momentarily replaces the fear across his features, and I know he’s finally realizing who is before him. He tries to shuffle backward on his ass, attempting to put distance between himself and me in terror of the apparition before him. “No, no… you’re dead. Noah said you died, that he and Ezekiel stabbed you!”

I use my other hand to lift the mask until it’s at the top of my head, and Peter can get his first look at me. I don’t hide the fury plain across my face to see. “Do I look dead, Peter?”

“NO! No, please, I beg of you… mercy. It… it was… Noah. I… I went along with it… but…” Before he can get another word out, Abe stalks forward and slams his fist into the side of his head.

“Lies… you are no better. You’re just as evil as that fucker.”

A dazed Peter stares up at the immense form next to him, confusion and terror crossing his features, before Abe squats down and lifts his mask to the top of his head, exposing his grinning face and bright amber eyes. “Hello, father. Aren’t you relieved to see me alive?”

Peter’s face instantly pales further, and his eyes become so enormous that I’m surprised his eyeballs don’t just roll out of his skull. “Abraham! Son, save me!”

I hear the door to the room open and the sound of footsteps making their way inside. I peek over my shoulder, and get an eyeful of Sarah Mercier in her rebel garb, with a machine gun strapped across her chest and blood splattered across her luminous skin. Her eyes meet mine, and I witness determination, and a fierce will to see justice served, in their depths.

“Save you? Now why would I do that?” Abe chuckles as he moves back from his father’s bleeding form and stands as a menacing sentinel at my side.My perfect demon, ready and willing to bloody anyone who attempts to hurt me.

“Hello, husband.”

Peter’s disbelieving eyes trail across his wife’s form, taking in her attire and the weapon strapped to her chest, and the men behind her, similarly dressed. “No! No, this can’t be. What are you doing, woman? You traitorous bitch, I will have you punished.”

I fire again, this time aiming for his other thigh, and his screams fill the room with beautiful, unhinged noise.Fuck, I need more of that, it’s like a symphony to my ears.“You won’t be punishing anyone ever again,cunt. Your time of reckoning is at hand.”

“Where are Zeke and Sammy?” Abe leans forward, his powerful, broad shoulders bunching as he seizes his father’s chin tightly, forcing it to rise to meet his angry glare. “Where is Noah holding Gabriel’s son?”

A noise from the other Brotherhood member distracts me, as I stare at the mess he has become. The fucker has already pissed himself and is sobbing like a child.Guess he’s not so brave now.I nod to one of the rebels, and they take up position behind him, holding a blade to his throat. He, too, will meet his fate here tonight. I refuse to leave anyone standing who could continue to harm women and keep the Brotherhood going.

“Why… why would… I… I tell you? You’re going… to kill me… anyway?” Peter grits through his clenched teeth, as more blood soaks the ground around him. It’s so bright and pretty, like a juicy red apple, just waiting for me to enjoy it. How I already long to run my fingers through it and smear it all around. If we’re not careful, the fucker will bleed out before we can have any real fun.Can’t let that happen now, can we?

“Because, Peter, there are worse things than dying, as you’re about to discover. Bind his wounds and stop the bleeding,” I order, and one of the rebel soldiers with Sarah moves forward to do exactly that. Peter’s howls fill the air as his wounds are tended to, and bound tightly to stop the blood flow.

“Tsk, tsk, you poor excuse for a man. I will keep maiming you, Peter, and each and every time, one of them will patch you up again. You will die piece by piece, but not before you sustain so much damage that you’ll scream out for mercy, and even then, it will never amount to the suffering you have caused to those around you all these years.”

“I have done what the Order demanded of ME!” He shouts, with spittle flying from his mouth.

“You have betrayed God with your false Order. You have served no one but yourselves and the devil all these years. You are not men of God; you are depraved scum of the earth. Evil races through your veins.” Sarah lashes out with her fist, striking her husband’s cheek. “I will have my justice!”

An unhinged laugh leaves Peter’s lips, and blood trickles from his mouth down to his chin. “You’re weak and pathetic, Sarah. Nothing but a whore to be used, and not even a good one at that, unlike her mother.” He nods in my direction, and my hands tighten on the gun, knowing that he is trying to provoke me into killing him, to end his suffering quickly.

“Will you kill the version of me that you birthed? Huh, whore? Will you destroy your precious Abraham, who is a chip off the old block?”

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