Page 16 of Obsession

The fucking pigs are sound asleep. No worry in the world about their two kids, who are missing from their home. I gesture to Cyrus to muffle Gabriel. I have something special planned for that fucker. But first, I need to take care of this vapid bitch who has the nerve to call herself a mother.

I slowly peel the blanket off her and pull out my knife. In one practiced move, I lift her nightgown and stab her in her worthless cunt. She’s shocked awake, but before she can scream, I pull my gun and place the barrel in her mouth.

I smile as her body shakes and blood seeps from her pussy. “Decades ago, you helped those fuckers who raped my mother get away with it. You ruined her life because all you thought about was yourself. I might have forgiven you and chalked it up to the stupidity of youth and the indoctrination of a poisonous religion, but then you held down your own daughter and let that piece of shit sharing your bed brand her. Did you know he wanted to fuck your daughter? Is that why you had no issue with the branding? Did you know that he slipped into her room late at night after he drugged her and touched her? The fucker wasn’t stupid enough to penetrate her. Too risky. But that piece of shithas a thing for underage children. Doesn’t have to be girls. As long as they’re young, that fucker wants a taste.”

I lean forward, pull the knife from her pussy, and stab her repeatedly in the heart until crimson flows like a river. “Rest in piss, you pathetic bitch.”

Leaving Sonya in a bloody heap, I walk around the bed to stand over Gabriel. This fucker won’t go down as easily. Sonya was as guilty as sin, but Gabriel was the cause. Men like Gabriel are viruses that rage through everyone they touch, infecting them with the vilest illness.

My mother lost everything she held dear because of men like him.

I lost my mother at sixteen because of men like him.

Maggie has never lived a full life because of men like him.

“Turn around, fucker,” I demand.

Cyrus holds the gun against his temple, ensuring he remains quiet.

I kick Gabriel until he’s on his back and pull the zip tie from my back pocket. Grabbing his wrists, I tie them together. “Keep quiet, motherfucker, or my friend over there will paint these white walls with your brains.”

The thing about these religious zealots is that, in their final moments, all they care about is clinging to their pathetic existence a little longer. That’s how you know they’re not true believers. Someone who genuinely believed in the bullshit they preach about God would be at peace with meeting their maker.

Then again, a man like Gabriel, who has broken every fuckin’ commandment, knows he’s secured a one-way ticket to Hell. Men like Gabriel deserve to burn in the scorching flames of the Underworld.

But I don’t believe in Hell, so I’m gonna make sure he gets my version of damnation.

I raise my hand toward Cyrus. “Give me your zippo.”

Cyrus doesn’t question me; he simply hands it over.

“Pull the fucker’s pants down.”

Cyrus laughs as he follows my instructions. “Are you gonna do what I think you’re gonna do? Man, you might be sicker than me.”

I smile at Gabriel as I flick the zippo and present him with a flame. “I’m pretty sure the first lick of fire will be on your dick.” I turn to Cyrus. “Gag the motherfucker.”

Cyrus follows instructions without question. I guess it was a good thing he came with me because Gabriel would’ve been able to get away while I dealt with that bitch, Sonya. I didn’t think all this through. As soon as I saw that brand on Margarete, I knew I wouldn’t be able to sleep if I didn’t kill those who hurt her instead of protecting her.

Disgust churns in my gut as I lift Gabriel’s flaccid cock and hold the flame to the tip. Gabriel lurches and struggles to escape, but Cyrus holds him to the bed by sitting on his chest.

I look at Cyrus, seeing the illumination in his eyes. The psycho is hard. He shrugs and smiles sheepishly, pointing to the burn marks on his face. “I’ve got issues.”

I hold the flame to Gabriel’s flesh and burn his dick. It’s fucked up watching someone burn. His cock turns red, but then the flames eat at his skin until blisters rise like bubbling cheese. Finally, the flesh turns black and white, imitating human leather. As his dick burns, I grab his right hand and kneel on his forearm to hold him down.

“What are you doing?” Cyrus asks. “We should probably get the fuck out of here.”

“One more thing.”

Gabriel’s arm twitches as I place the tip of my hunting knife on his wrists. He convulses as I push and pull the knife into his flesh, severing his hand, which tumbles to the floor. Bending, I pick up the amputated hand and shove it into my jacket pocket. “You can get up now, Cy.”

I turn to Gabriel, adjusting the silencer on my gun. “I would’ve enjoyed torturing you further, but time isn’t on my side. It’s unfortunate. Goodbye, Gabriel. Burn in Hell.” I aim the gun at his head and fire, leaving brain and blood splattered around him like a fucked up halo.

“We gonna burn the house?” Cyrus asks.

I shake my head. “Nah, that will cause them to get up. We’re gonna leave these fuckers here.”

“Won’t they report this?”

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