Page 6 of The Beautiful Dead

“You know what I do like, though?” I continued, my lips brushing his ear. “Breaking beautiful things.”

Ashley whimpered before Rutter screamed, “NO! STOP! PLEASE, FOR GOD’S SAKE!”

The raw agony in his voice was exquisite. I trailed the knife lower, pressing the tip against Ashley’s collarbone, just hard enough to dimple the skin. The boy shook violently, his gasps ragged, erratic.

“One name,” I whispered.

Rutter choked on a sob. “I-I swear, I d-don’t?—”

I rolled my eyes, the blade sinking just deep enough to draw a single ruby bead of blood. Ashley yelped, his body twisting against the guards’ hold. I swiped it up with my finger, dragged it across his lips, and pushed up to my feet. My eyes fixed on the trembling boy at my feet as I pulled my throbbing cock out of my jeans and slowly stroked it.

Ashley recoiled, but his eyes tracked every move of my hand. I watched Rutter come apart as I traced the tip of my cock along his son’s lips.

“STOP! STOP I-I’LL TELL YOU!”

I stilled.

Rutter sagged against the cuffs, his body wracked with uncontrollable tremors. “Please,” he whispered, “Just… just let him go.”

I smirked, sinking my fingers further into the boy’s curls and tightening my grip. “Open,” I ordered quietly. The room fell silent as the grave as he followed my command without question. Soft pink lips parted for me, and I rested the tip on his tongue.

“If you bite me, I will kill you.”

The boy’s eyes widened in fear and resignation, but the slight movement of his head let me know he understood. Tightening my hold, I thrust all the way to the back of his throat with a snap of my hips and lost myself in the wet heat of his untouched mouth. Rutter screamed, turning rabid as I fucked Ashley’s throat raw, starved him of oxygen while tears streamed down his face.

“Fuck!” I grit out, euphoria dancing through my blood.

“GET THE FUCK OFF HIM. I’LL KILL YOU.”

My head fell back on my shoulders as I laughed.

“You will do exactly as I say.” I yanked the boy’s head until his nose was buried against my groin and held him there while Rutter seethed.

“You won’t get away with this.”

“I will,” I said simply. “Because if you step a foot out of line again, I will come for your wife. Mary.” Rutter blanched. “The twins, Jane and Jessica.”

“No,” he whispered brokenly.

“Then I’ll leave Ashley’s body in your trunk for you to find.”

Rutter whimpered, the fight drained from him completely. “Y-you, win.”

“Name.”

A pause.

Then, barely above a breath— “Calloway.”

The name slithered through the air, curling around my senses like a serpent.

I chuckled, low and dark.

“Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” I pulled my cock from Ashley’s mouth and grunted as thick ropes of cum lashed over his face.

Rutter gasped, his head dropping forward, his entire body defeated.

I hummed, basking in the afterglow before pushing the boy away like a discarded plaything. The guards caught him before he hit the ground, but the boy had already gone limp—spent, ruined, utterly broken.

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