Page 140 of Sardonic Burn

“No, please,” he utters out. “Please, Noelle, please.”

“Beg me more, motherfucker.”

He swallows, the pain getting to him. He’s barely keeping his eyes open at this point, but Noelle slaps the shit out of him to keep him sane and awake. She doesn’t let him close his eyes, and he snaps back to reality after she slaps him for the fourth time in a row.

“Please.” He swallows, the desperation in his voice filling Noelle’s sadistic need to see more of his blood. “Please, don’t do it. Not that.”

“Not what? Your dick?”

He nods. “Don’t do it, Noelle. If you’re going to kill me, at least let me die as a man.”

She crouches down until she’s eye to eye with him, the blade still pressed against his crotch.

“But you’re not a man.” Her eyes are wide as she whispers the words. “You’re a pathetic little bitch. You don’t deserve an ounce of masculinity because you never had it. You preyed on the weak. Used and abused them to feed into that mentality of yours. But guess what?”

Noelle inches closer, whispering in his ear, but it’s loud enough for me to hear.

“You’re not a man, Dylan. You don’t have an ounce of masculinity in you. You’re pathetic, weak, and fucked up. And the woman you tortured for days has come to kill you, ruin you, and take your last breath. Doesn’t it feel nice?”

“You bitch.”

She’s no longer listening.

Noelle pushes the blade into his flesh, and he screams. The tip of the blade pierces through his dick and I see the horror, the pain, and the desperation in his eyes. He glances down and starts crying.

My girl just laughs in his face.

“Now you’re crying? I should just cut your dick off and hang it in a museum to show people what micro-dicks actually look like.”

Oh, so she’s aiming for his ego, too.

That’s my girl.

He whimpers like a pathetic dog, sniffling. When she pulls the blade out of his cock, he screams. Noelle wipes the excess blood on her palm and then smears it all over his face with the widest smile I’ve ever seen.

Noelle looks so fucking hot. She’s covered in his blood, and it makes my cock ache in my pants. It shouldn’t be like this, not when I just witnessed her piercing a knife through another man’s cock.

Then, she positions the blade against his throat.

“Any last words?”

“Fuck you, bitch.”

Noelle chuckles. “I’ll be fucking him.” She points with her thumb in my direction, and I grin at the motherfucker.

For the grand finale, Noelle slashes his throat. It’s one of the worst deaths, but it’s not too deep. Usually, if cut deep enough, a person will die within a minute. Not this time. He will be bleeding out and choking on his own blood for a long time before he dies.

She pulls the knife away and pushes it into his chest. It’s not her first time, so she only grazes his heart.

“I hope you rot in hell, bastard.”

THIRTY-EIGHT

Noelle leaves the blade in his chest.

She turns to look at me and sighs deeply. She’s shaking a little, but it’s mainly from the fact that she can finally breathe freely. She strolls toward me until there’s nothing but a few inches separating us.

Noelle reeks of blood, and it’s the scent that suits her the most.

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