Page 160 of Moth to a Flame

Lester howls, doing what looks like an attempt to wriggle away.

“How about no.” I slap him as hard as he slapped me over and over again. “Landon, that help you offered?”

“Always at your service.”

A laugh escapes me. I bet our twisted humor is humiliating Lestersobadly. Worse than having his dick chopped off or being outsmarted by his ex-victim.

The fact that Landon and I find it funny…

That has to hurt.

“Step on his head.” I make a spoiled princess voice. Lester murmurs something that sounds a lot likeno, no, no. “Yes, yes, yes,” I tell him. “You’re moving too much. I won’t have you ruin this for me.”

By the time I’m done talking, Landon’s boot is on Lester’s head, the tip pointing at me.

Kissing it is depraved as fuck. I do it anyway becauseIwant to.

“I’m going to rail you so hard, Regan,” Landon growls, staring down at me. “Bend you over. Shove my fingers into that pretty mouth. Later. Right now…I hate this. Your hair is on his face. I don’t like”—I lick the tip, and he groans for me again—“that you’re not busy hurting him.”

I wink at him.

Lester is far less amused, with his cheek pressed to the floor and his head twisted in a weird angle.

“We haven’t had much to eat on our road trip.” Furrowing my brow, I fake a concerned expression. My sanity is slowly slipping away. I’m not worried about it. Landon will be there to put me back together again. “A bag of chips here. Some sandwiches there. You must be starving.”

“Mmmm!” He can tell how serious I am. His eyes damn near bulge out. “Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmmm!”

“Poor man. You had so little to eat that you hardly even shared it with me.”

“Motherfucker.” Hearing about me being starved pisses Landon off. He puts more pressure on Lester’s head, eliciting more screams out of him.

“You’re lucky I’m not as selfish as you are.”

Gag shoved down.

Lester’s screaming pierces my ears. “Heeeeelp! Heeeeelp!”

“Why are you complaining?” I frown, feeding him my nails. There’s so much saliva that some of it soaks through my bandages. Gross. “I’m being generous.”

Gag pushed up. I slap my hand on top of it. I’m done being Miss Nice Gal.

I bare my teeth at him. Shove my face into his. “Chew.”

He can hardly shake his head. His second round ofno, no, nois far less coherent and audible.

“Do it.” Pinching his nose between two fingers, I spit at him. “You had no problem removing them, you sick fuck. So stopmaking a big deal about chewing them. I mean, really, how are you going to swallow if you don’t chew them first?”

A few seconds pass. That’s all he can take with both my hands cutting off his air supply.

Lester howls, and it’s even more pathetic than before.

Crunch. Crunch. Crunch.

“That’s it.” I release his nose.

He’s no use to me dead, not so soon. I have to remember it’s not just me who I’m avenging.

It’s those nameless girls he abused. The ones who’ll never get closure. Who’ll never know who raped them or that he’s dead.

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