Page 13 of The Savage Outlaw

Eden’s mouth parted and she blinked fast. She felt like she was going to pass out.

Oh, I really fucked up.

Priest’s hands were soaked with blood. He wasn’t wearing his leather cut and his gray T-shirt that clung to his sweaty body and looked ready to rip from his thick muscles was also stained with blood.

“I should really go,” Eden said in a low voice that nobody heard.

She began to walk toward her car, envisioning a miracle in which the outlaws allowed her to climb into her car and just simply drive away.

Soon she realized that every step she took, Priest took a step too. Moving with her. Getting closer to her. Ten feet or so away from her, Eden put her hands out.

“I’m so sorry for just showing up,” she said. “I just…”

“Just what?” Priest asked. “Did you bring back my dick piercing?”

“No. I was going to ask for your help with something. It was a bad idea. You’re busy.”

Eden laughed nervously and pointed to Priest’s blood soaked hands.

“You think this is a place where you can just come and go as you please?” Priest asked.

“Not at all. I fucked up. I need to go.”

Eden turned and two outlaws stood right there. She screamed and stepped back. A few seconds later she felt a huge presence behind her. She turned her head and looked up at Priest. His eyes were big, deep, and evil.

Priest curled his lip.“You’re now spending the fucking night here, doll.”

Chapter Five

Danger Garden

Priest felt his brain carve up into two halves.

The first half thought about what he had just done to that fucking worthless rat (who was now chained up on the floor, bleeding, weeping, literally sucking his own thumb, begging for death).

Every single cut Priest offered to Fitz was perfectly designed and completed so that Fitz would bleed, feel pain, but there was no chance of him dying. Now, to be completely fair, there was always the chance of a cut or three getting infected and that infection ravaging the rat’s body until he died. Priest knewDr. Smilewould arrive long before that.

Even something simple and fun, like pulling Fitz’s pants down and grabbing his embarrassment of a dick and pulling. Yanking that little fuck sausage, feeling things popping and skin ready to rip apart. Then taking the knife and cutting along the top of Fitz’s shaft. Not much to cut, but the idea was still the same. Slicing up a guy’s manhood was an awful thing to experience. And it bled nicely. Again, not enough that Fitz was in immediate danger. It sure as hell made him panic though.

That was the kind of stuff Priest had in his mind. The knife cutting Fitz’s right calf muscle. The knife sliding into Fitz’s leftside, deep enough to create a fire-like pain, but not enough to hit an organ. Working his way up the rat’s body, to his right eye. That’s where Priest held Fitz down with his left hand and used his thumb and pointer to pry Fitz’s eye wide open. Priest then pressed the tip of the bloody knife against Fitz’s eyeball. Again, he did not do any kind of actual damage—nothing to puncture the eyeball or anything that would result in Fitz dying. Just enough pressure to scare the fuck out of Fitz and make it so now every time Fitz had to instinctively blink, his right eye scratched and burned. Torture was such a beautiful thing.

But now, Priest came back to his party, covered in blood, ready for some whiskey and somedeeceecunt. Instead, the nurse from the hospital stood there. Terrified from the blood. Wanting to leave. Claiming her arrival was a big mistake.

Which it was.

There was no fucking chance in hell she was leaving.

You’re now spending the fucking night here, doll.

Priest gave it a few seconds before speaking again.

“Do you understand me?”

The nurse looked into his eyes. “Please. I’m sorry I showed up.”

“Fuck apologies. You’re here now. Gates are shut and they aren’t opening again. Not for you.”

The nurse looked back and her body physically jumped a little.

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