Page 84 of Blades of Obsession

The ping of the knife dropping wakes me out of my daydream. Rhett’s hand is shaking as he picks the knife back up and continues. It should tear me apart inside to do this to him, but it doesn’t. If he wants the role, he has to prove himself for the role, just like I had to.

He finishes cutting off her right nipple and holds it in his hand, visibly trying to stop himself from gagging at the sight before throwing it to the ground.

“Grab the salt and pour it on the cut,” I instruct him.

He grabs what’s left of her breast in a firm grip to keep her still, then pours salt on the wound where the nipple was. She thrashes around, and if the duct tape weren’t on, I’m sure her screams would be loud enough to somehow pierce through this soundproof room. He looks to me for what’s next.

“Now you’re gonna play a game. Put your dick down her throat, all the way to the back, and each time she sheds a tear because of it, you’re gonna stop and pour some acid on her skin. Over and over again until I say stop. Don’t be fucking gentle.”

My cock jumps as I say those words, remembering Amelia saying them to me last night.Don’t be gentle. Fuck, I have to focus. It’s hard to when all I can picture in my head right now is Amelia choking on my dick, gasping for air, begging to breathe.

Rhett sighs, and I see him ready to protest until he changes his mind and starts unzipping his pants. It doesn’t take him long before he’s ravishing the back of her throat. Skye blinks rapidly, trying to hold back her tears, but eventually, one breaks free. Rhett doesn’t stop, and I know he saw it if I did from back here.

“Hey, she just fucking let a tear slip! Do you want me to cut off your dick for trying to show her mercy? Because I can,” I snap.

He releases himself from her mouth and grabs the red plastic bottle labeledbattery acid. This isn’t ordinary battery acid, it’s a specially-made concoction designed for the decomposition of skin, breaking it down slowly to prolong the agony. At first, it starts as a deep pinching sensation, then escalates to a burning heat that makes you wish for hell instead.

Skye attempts to shrink away when he gets closer, but the rope keeps her in place. With a grimace, he scrunches his eyes shut as a stream of acid leaks onto her forearm.

“Open your fucking eyes!” I can barely hear myself over the loud noises Skye is making, even through the duct tape.

He does open them though, just in time to see her skin bubble and hiss before turning red and peeling away. The smell is awful, a nauseating blend of flesh and chemicals. But it doesn’t bother me too much anymore after being exposed to it dozens of times. Her arm looks like it’s melting, the acid eating through the skin and muscle, leaving an oozing yellow pus wound.

Her screams eventually die down to muted sobs, her chest heaving as she shakes her head, which is all she really can do.

Rhett shoves his dick back in her mouth and repeats the process. Each time she sheds a new tear, he targets a new area with the acid—first her stomach, then her thigh. During the second time of fucking her mouth, he started to throw his head back and grunt. I was going to stop him, but hey, who am I to stop a man from enjoying his dick down a throat. After those three times, I get bored and tired of the smell, so I tell him to stop.

“Okay, now grab the pliers and take off a couple of her fingernails.”

My phone beeps twice, the alert Asher set up for me. It goes off every morning when the first movement is detected on the bed, letting me know when Amelia wakes up. Maybe she’s just tossing and turning because it’s still pretty early.

I pull my phone out of my pocket. Wait, it’s seven-thirty already? It feels like we just got here. They do say time flies when you’re having fun.

Fuck, she’s waking up. I wanted to be there when she opened her eyes, so I could make sure she was okay from last night. I have to wrap this up.

“Never mind, we’ll do that first thing tomorrow morning. We’re done for today.”

I think I’ll do this for another three days or so, I’m already getting bored of it, then I’ll go ahead and slit her throat.

Chapter 33

AMELIA

The first thing I notice is the sunlight filtering in through the pink curtains I put up a few weeks ago, secretly trying to slowly make the room more to my taste. My mind is slow to wake, disoriented, foggy. My body feels heavy, with a delicious ache that reminds me of the intensity of last night.

Oh my God, was I overwhelmed with pleasure so much that I passed out? How can he just hijack my body like that, knowing it better than I do myself?

At least it gave me the best sleep of my life. I needed it after the past few days.

I stretch lazily, then hear the faint buzz of my phone on the nightstand.

Blade: Good morning, angel. Julie made breakfast downstairs. I’ll be there in 30 mins

Perfect timing. He sent it just as I woke up.

A smile tugs at my lips but quickly fades as I swing my legs over the bed, the soreness of my muscles making itself known.

When I make it to the kitchen, I find my mom, Frankie, and another blonde girl. My mom and Frankie are deep in conversation, about… architecture, I think? I swear, if talking were an Olympic sport, they’d somehow tie for the gold.

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