Page 174 of Bake the Town Red

Mimicking the movement of scooping ice cream, I spin my wrist to the right. Apply pressure on Johnathan’s arm that won’t stop shaking.

One.

Two.

Three.

A crescent-shaped cut appears on Johnathan’s bicep.

“Holy shit,” I yelp. “I’m doing this.”

“Yes, you are, little savage.” Tyler isn’t just standing there. His arms don’t just hug me. He’s this dark, supportive entity. Enveloping me. Loving me. “I could fuck you, if you’d like. Could shove my cock in your ass and fuck you so hard while you hurt him. I’ll make you feel so good.”

I believe him. I also remember how much he wanted this. How furious he’d been on my behalf, that someone would even dream of touching a hair on my head.

He deserves this revenge.

That’s why I don’t tell Tyler to fuck me. Instead, I dig deeper into Johnathan’s flesh, ignoring the resistance his body puts up.

I have to go faster. It’s easier to carve through flesh when the metal is at a scalding temperature. So I spin and spin and spin my wrist until I create a full circle.

Until the only thing I have left to do is bend my elbow and scoop up Johnathan’s flesh.

Ta da!

His scream almost rips through the duct tape. I ignore him, tuning into Tyler’s feral groans that reverberate in his chest. My eyes are on the contents of the ice cream scoop. The red flesh and muscles that used to be inside Johnathan’s body.

Used to. In the past tense.

Blobis the sound my gory ice cream makes as it lands on the tarp.

“You’re not done, Dahl.” Tyler’s fingers roam across my belly. Then he lets me go, his arm gesturing for the table. “Be my good little girl and let me do what we planned.”

Excitement and arousal flare through me as I pick up a chip from the table. A chip that once belonged inside Tyler’s gaming console.

“You wanted a piece of us.” A chuckle erupts in my chest. “You’re about to get it, John-John.”

Tyler’s hand is on my arm, rubbing my elbow. I know it’s his way of staying put, of not mauling me.

With so much adrenaline pumping through us, it’s a wonder we’re not fucking already. That he doesn’t take without asking.

“Mmmm! Mmmmm!” Same muted begging sounds the rest of them make.

“Here.” I push the chip into the hollow part I left in Johnathan’s bicep.

Mercilessly so.

“You don’t get to kill my Tyler.”

Johnathan’s muscles put up quite the fight. I’m equally relentless.Squish. Squash.There, it’s in, the black sticking out in the sea of red.

“You never fucking will. You do get a consolation prize. How’d you like that?”

Johnathan’s gurgling. Sobbing. His muscles flex, fighting the shock. Fighting his restraints as they thrust his body forward and back. Trying to free their owner, to release him from this hell he’s in.

“You’re making it worse for yourself.” Tyler’s voice booms, despite how quiet he’s being. He has this quality about him. This commanding aura. It’s intoxicating. It’s mine.

“Not like we give a damn.” I giggle.

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