Page 75 of The Savage Outlaw

“Cold in here, huh?” Monte asked, pointing to the small nub of Fitz’s cock.

“No wonder Mara was so easy to please,” Darrow said. “Her cunt sprays like a broken faucet when I fuck it.” He slapped Fitz in the face. “You hear me, you fucking rat? I stole your wife. I inked her up. I got her pregnant.”

“Darrow,” Cyrus said.

Darrow stepped back. It was now Priest’s time alone. Priest took out the leather sheath and slid the knife from it slowly. He pressed the tip of the knife against Fitz’s throat.

“Do it,” Fitz said. “Fucking do it.”

Fitz’s mouth looked like a horror scene. Blood dried all over his lips and chin. His gums swollen and clotted with a deep, thick, crimson color from when several of his teeth were ripped out forcefully to fake his death.

Priest lowered the knife down and pressed it against Fitz’s stomach. The knife cut skin. Priest knew not to go too deep. The goal wasn’t to kill him.Yet.

With a knife long gash from Fitz’s belly button up to his right nipple, the process had begun. Priest stepped back and then slammed his hand against the fresh wound, digging his fingers, making Fitz scream in pain. Priest then removed his now blood soaked fingers and touched his own face. He pressed his pointer and middle fingers against the corner of his left eye and drew a line down to his chin. He repeated the same with the other side of his own face.

That’s when Priest turned and stepped to the side. He nodded. One by one, each of the guys stepped up to Fitz and dug their fingers into the cut and painted their faces with Fitz’s blood.

“Keep him focused,” Priest said. “No sleeping. This doctor doesn’t use anesthesia.”

Monte had a small, black zippered case with him. He unzipped it and took out a needle and a small vial.

“This will keep him thriving,” Monte said. “He’ll be wide fucking awake. And if he gets tired, I’ve got more of this shit to go.”

Monte injected Fitz with the clear liquid. Within seconds, Fitz’s head perked up and his eyes opened wide.

“What the fuck…” he groaned.

“Oh, yeah,” Linc said. “That got him sped up.”

“Fucking hell, he’s got a boner!” Slade yelled.

“That’s the size of your cock when hard?” Darrow asked. “Poor Mara…”

“You got patches and all that shit too?” Priest asked. “I want to cut his cock off and jam it down his throat.”

“One thing at time,” Cyrus said. “Doctors orders…”

Priest looked at the knife in his hand and nodded. He carefully wiped the blade clean with a white rag that quickly turned red. The blade shined once again.

Priest moved around to Fitz’s back. He stared at the tattoos that cascaded along the rat.

“This is going to hurt a lot,” Priest said. “Feel free to scream.”

Priest cut at the top of Fitz’s neck. He sliced slowly and carefully, blood leaking everywhere. Fitz started to scream and thrash.

“You’re going to make this more difficult,” Priest said as he cut along the back of Fitz’s shoulder.

Once he had a good chunk cut, Priest sheathed the knife and handed it off to Cyrus. That’s when Priest grinned ear to ear and he felt his eyes narrow. Those watching him saw the look of the devil take control. That wild desire for murderous destruction flowing through Priest’s veins so freely and easily.

He grabbed a small flap of cut skin and began to pull. Fitz screamed louder.

“Oh, fuck, his cock is bouncing,” Deed said.

“It’s throbbing,” Monte said.

“If he blows a load of cum at me, I’m cutting his head off,” Linc warned.

Priest pulled harder, feeling the skin tearing from Fitz’s back. It felt like Velcro and super glue. When he felt too much resistance, he reached out and Cyrus gave him the knife.

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