Page 146 of The Beautiful Dead

Gag.

Vomit.

Repeat.

Every time she retched, Remi pinched her nose, forcing it back down. Every choked sob, every convulsion, every strangled attempt to resist only fed his hunger.

The air reeked of blood, bile, and fear. It was cruel. It was deranged. But it was exactly what a lying, thieving snake like her deserved.

Remi wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his head in my chest. My lips brushed the top of his head, inhaling his scent, imprinting it on my lungs. My gaze never left Brielle’s slumped form.

Broken whimpers filled the space, reverberating off the metal walls like a death knell.

“Have you decided how you want to end her?”

Remi tipped his head back, and all I saw in him was darkness—the same abyss that lived in me. A wicked grin ghosted his lips as his bloodied hands slid up my chest and curled around my neck, fingers toying with the short hairs at my nape. The sensation sent a shudder rippling through me. His touch wasn’t just physical; it reached into the tattered remnants of my soul, claiming what was already his.

“Yes,” he breathed against my lips before sealing his mouth over mine.

His tongue swept along my lower lip, and I opened for him willingly, tasting the metallic tang of blood as I deepened the kiss, licking into his mouth. My blood burned molten, pumping through me like liquid fire. He rolled his hips againstmine, teasing, dragging against me with each slow, deliberate movement.

“Fuck, Remi,” I growled, nipping and sucking along his jaw, trailing my teeth to the sensitive skin at the base of his ear. “Tell me what deplorable things you’re going to do to her.”

Remi tipped his head back and groaned when I slid my thigh between his legs, my fingers digging into the firm curve of his ass. He was insatiable when his bloodlust took hold, and I wanted to feel every inch of it consume him. Every slice of flesh, every drop of blood—it was foreplay in its most exquisite form.

“I’m going to watch her burn,” he whispered, voice thick with promise. “I want to hear every soul-shredding scream.”

His words broke on a shuddering breath as I licked a slow path up the column of his throat, my tongue tracing the frantic rhythm of his pulse.

“Let’s make it happen.” I pressed a bruising kiss to his lips before reining myself back in, locking down the hunger clawing at my ribs. Remi groaned in frustration, his hands clenching at his sides.

“I’ll fuck you so hard once she’s dead…” My voice dripped with venomous devotion, my promise laced with poison. “I’ll bury my cock so deep inside you, I’ll be dripping out of you for a week. You’ll remember me every time you move. Feel me even when I’m not there.”

His breath hitched. We were carved from the same depraved mold, bound by something darker than love—an obsession that devoured and fed us in equal measure. Whether we survived was a question only the devil knew the answer to.

“Fine,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

His sharp gaze swept the dilapidated building, his thumb and forefinger tracing his chin as he pieced together his masterpiece.

“Alright.” He straightened, eyes gleaming with cruel delight. “See those broken cables?” He pointed to the frayed wireshanging from a rusted roof strut, their ends sparking like tiny, lethal fireflies. “Use those muscles of yours and pull them over here.”

I turned on my heel, ready to obey, when his voice froze me mid-step.

“Make sure you don’t touch the exposed ends.”

I scoffed, glancing over my shoulder. “What am I, an amateur?”

Remi chuckled, crouching to gather the rusted nails and jagged shards of corrugated iron that littered the ground.

Eyeing him suspiciously, I asked, “What are you doing?”

His lips curled into something dangerous. “I’m going to wake her up. Wouldn’t want her to miss her own execution.”

The devil and all his demons danced in the inferno of his eyes. They weren’t just reflections—they were living, breathing entities, whispering to him, urging him on.

My fingers wrapped around the plastic-coated cable, yanking it free of the tacks that anchored it to the support beam. The first tack gave way with a groan of metal.

A scream shattered the air.

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