Page 34 of Snowman

I yanked him forward, dragging him toward Josh, the tension in the air thick with fear. Both of them screamed for help, theirvoices raw with panic, but the sound was swallowed by the dense trees around us, vanishing into the woods.

I pulled down his trousers, sliding them down his hips, his body stiff with resistance. His ass cheeks clenched together, his breathing rapid and shallow.

"You wouldn't," he whimpered, but there was no hesitation in my movements.

I couldn't bring myself to care anymore—not when they had never cared about her.

"Spit on it!" I barked.

Vic froze, his body stiff, a fear running down his spine, but I wasn't done. I leaned in closer, my gaze never leaving him, my words just a challenge. "It has to slide in."

He shook his head again, his face contorted in disbelief, refusing to give way. I drew my knife from its sheath, pressing its cold steel against the skin of his neck. The sharp edge bit into him just enough to send a shudder through his body.

"Do it," I ordered.

His willpower shattered like glass as he slowly, with his trembling hands, parted the cheeks of Josh's ass in ragged breaths.

"No, man, no!" Josh yelled but Vic didn't hesitate. His fingers stirred, trembling, desperate to obey.

I leaned in, a cold smirk curling on my lips. "Treat him like a slut," I said, my tone flat, "the way you did that girl before; give him the same treatment."

His face contorted in distaste as he moved, his actions driven by something he couldn't suppress. Josh's screams echoed through the night, his voice cracking with a mix of pain and fear. Then, together, they cried—two broken sounds that filled the air with desperation.

"How does it feel?" I asked coldly. "Do you feel like you are nothing?" I pressed the blade to his neck, digging the sharpmetal into his skin just enough to remind him of my control. "Do you regret it now?"

Their bodies were shaking, caught in a rhythm of violence neither one wanted to be a part of. I watched them, the raw emotion in their eyes telling a story of helplessness.

But even as Vic struggled, Josh's body betrayed him, reacting in ways he could not hide. My anger flared like a fire in my chest. I stepped closer to him, my presence suffocating, every inch of me radiating rage.

"You think you are in control?" I raised my voice. "Pathetic."

Anger surged within me, more intense than ever before. I used to take my time, letting them suffer slowly, but with this, all I wanted was for them to pay—so I could rush back into her arms. I needed to be with her, at that very moment. To comfort her. To show her that not all men are the same.

My hand was firm, gripping the knife tightly as it stabbed into his flesh, slicing through his cock as coldly as if it were just a branch standing over him. The scream that tore from his throat echoed through the silence of the night, piercing and harsh, sending ripples through the forest. Far away, crows and owls, startled from their sleep, flew into the sky, their wings beating the air in a frantic escape from the chaos happening below them.

His severed cock fell to the ground, penetrating deep into the snow as blood ran down his inner thighs. Now, watching him trying to breathe, screaming, closing his eyes, I could tell he had paid and would not do it again, ever again.

I stepped back toward Vic, shoving his shaking body away as he sobbed, tears streaming down his face. My grip on him was heavy, and with one hard pull, I yanked him aside, pulling him before Josh. And when he finally saw the humiliation laid out before him, a feral scream ripped from his throat. His body tensed, and as I pulled tight on the rope he crumpled to the ground. Fear and disgust hung in the air, heavy with him, thenoxious stain of blood that had seeped into the ground in front of him tearing at his eyes, which now looked only at the severed cock in the white snow.

I picked up the cock that was on the ground, shoving it deep into his mouth, even though his lips were tightly closed, pushing away the dead flesh on them.

He gagged as it filled his mouth, but I didn't care, I flung him against the bent bark, wrapping his arms with the rope and tying knots as the weight of my fury tightened. The rage ran wild inside me, pure and merciless, and the memories of what they'd done to her surged anew, setting fire to my blood. Every part of my body screamed for revenge, to feel that one helpless moment that she had felt.

I wanted them to disappear, to take them out of existence until their actions were a whisper, lost in the winds of time. My hands clenched, shaking with the hunger for justice, for the blood of those who had caused so much pain to her.

I stripped him of his clothes, the cold night air biting against his skin, adding to his torture. His eyes were wide, full of fear, but I couldn't bring myself to care.

I turned and walked away, the thud of my boots echoing through the stillness of the woods. I was at the edge of the clearing when I saw the axe. I gripped the handle tightly, knowing that when I returned, the moment would come when they would finally learn the price they had to pay.

TWELVE

BREE

16 YEARS OLD

I never went toschool. I never had a friend. My world was small, just my family and Mel. That summer, though, something shifted. For the first time in what felt like forever, we convinced our parents to let us go to the beach alone. They were always so overprotective, they always wanted us close, always within arm's reach, as though letting us go too far might shatter something fragile. We thought it was love, a strange kind that they didn't show but couldn't let go of.

The still morning was suddenly bursting into sound. It was barely six, the kind of early where you felt the world was stuck ina dream. An aged Greek, his raspy voice suddenly shattered the quiet outside, yelling out beneath our window.

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