Page 47 of Justice

"So, you're telling me," I say, my voice deceptively calm, "that not only did you plan to rape Elle, but when you saw someone else doing it, you were just going to wait your turn?"

Danny flinches at my words, but he nods miserably. "We didn't know what else to do. We were scared."

"Scared?" I scoff, my anger rising. "Elle was the one who was scared, you fucking coward. She was drugged and helpless, and you were going to take advantage of that."

I pace in front of him, my mind racing. Someone else had targeted Elle, someone who knew she would be at that party. It wasn't just a crime of opportunity.

I turn to Derek, seeing the same realization dawning on his face. "We need to find out who that man was," I say, my voice grim. "He's the key to all of this."

Derek nods, his jaw clenched tight. "We'll find out who he is and make him pay."

I turn back to Danny, who's visibly shaking now. "Now, do I end your miserable fucking life or make you feel like I should have killed you?"

Danny's eyes widen in terror, his breaths coming in short gasps. "Please, I told you everything I know!" he begs, his voice cracking. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry for what we did!"

I lean in close, my face inches from his. "Sorry doesn't undo the trauma Elle went through. Sorry doesn't erase the fact that you were going to rape her."

I grab him by the collar, dragging him the rest of the way out of the cell. He stumbles, falling to his knees at my feet."I'm going to make you feel a fraction of the pain and fear Elle experienced," I snarl.

I motion to Wilder, who hands me a knife. Danny's eyes fixate on the blade, his face paling. "No, please, don't do this!" he pleads, trying to scramble away.

I grab him, slamming him against the wall. "Your begging just makes me want to hurt you even more, I fucking thrive on it." I press the knife against his cheek, applying just enough pressure to break the skin.

Danny screams as blood trickles down his face. "Stop, please stop!" He sobs, his body trembling violently.

I laugh darkly. “You think your pleading will stop me? Tell me, were those bitches involved too?”

He doesn’t say anything, looking over at them like he is trying to protect them.

That doesn’t sit right with me.

I drag the knife down, leaving a deep gash. Danny howls in agony, his knees buckling. I let him fall to the ground, a pool of blood forming beneath his face.

"Yes, yes, they were involved!" he cries, clutching his bleeding cheek. "Joanne suggested using drugs to make Elle more compliant. And her friends helped lure Elle to the party."

My gaze snaps to the girls huddled in the cell, their faces pale with terror. Joanne meets my eyes for a brief moment before looking away, guilt written all over her face.

"You fucking bitches," I snarl, striding over to the cell. "You set your own friend up to be raped. What kind of twisted, soulless cunts are you?"

Joanne flinches at my words, tears streaming down her face. "We didn't know it would go that far!" she cries. "It was just supposed to be a joke, to embarrass her a little!"

"A joke?" I bellow, slamming my fist against the bars, making them all jump. "Does Elle look like she's laughing? Does her lying broken and traumatized seem fucking funny to you?"

The girls cower, whimpering apologies and pleas for mercy. But I'm beyond in the mood for offering mercy now. They don't deserve it.

“Please, we didn’t understand what could have happened to her. I was jealous of her. She has the perfect life.” I can hear the bitterness in her voice.

The door is pushed open and in walks Tiffany, Tiana, Meadow, and Leah.

“Well, I was worried I was going to be late to the party.” Tiffany winks at the girls in the cage, and they start screaming at the top of their lungs.

No matter how big of a cunt these girls are, it’s nearly impossible for us to be the ones to dish out the pain to them. It goes against every part of what we stand for.

I turn to face the girls, a wicked grin spreading across my face as our own women enter the room. "Ladies, I believe you know what to do with these traitorous bitches," I say, stepping aside to let them pass.

Tiffany, Tiana, Meadow, and Leah advance on the cell, their eyes glinting with a thirst for vengeance.

"Please, no!" Joanne begs, tears trailing her cheeks. "We're sorry, we never meant for it to go so far!"

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