Page 16 of Sinful Little Lies

“Can I cut his head off?” I ask, barely able to contain my excitement.

“You know he’s dead, right?” Emmett responds.

“Yeah, but I want to cut his head off.” I insist.

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go for it, Grimm. I’m heading out.”

Adjusting himself, I see the hard-on he’s also sporting and for a minute, I’m unsure if simply killing Braxton had that effect on him or if it was because he dedicated the kill to Blair.

Either way, we’re one and the same and that’s why I chose that crazy motherfucker to be my best friend.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I really hope it’s not my dad trying to reach me again. Pulling it out, I see it’s two texts from Verena and my dick twitches.

Verena

Almost done? Just had to watch Gerald’s Game all by myself! Boo.

Verena

Also, these snacks may or may not be gone by the time you get back and a couple of prerolls ran out of your drawer and lit themselves on fire. I only did my due diligence by smoking them to put out the fire. You’re welcome!

A cheesy grin spreads on my face, and I reply quickly. I see Emmett side-eyeing me, and I’m not grinding a single gear he owns tonight.

Me

They’re all yours. I’ve got a different snack in mind. Hope you enjoyed. Be back soon.

I wait and listen as Emmett’s steps retreat. I dig into my backpack for a sharpie. Opening the cap, I tilt my head and look at Braxton’s carved face. A laugh bursts out of me at the sight of him. I gotta hand it to him. Emmett’s one creative fucker. I love when his artistic side shines through.

Taking the marker, I start to write a word on his forehead. When the name, “Leo”, in red sharpie is reflected back at me, a sigh of contentment leaves my lips. I’ve been itching to spill some blood recently and with everything that's been happening between him and Verena, the urge has only intensified.

Stepping back over to my bag, I pull a knife out and twirl it between my fingers while staring down at Braxton’s carved face. Looking down at the masterpiece Emmett made, thoughts of how I plan to take care of Leo fill my mind. One by one, I carve the three letters into Braxton’s forehead; with the blood dripping down his face, the smell causes my dick to push itself against my zipper, begging to be set free.

I want to plan something special. Something that gives my little monster the revenge that she deserves. I want her to be a part of it, too. I’ve always seen the darkness buried deep inside of V.

I noticed it before she changed her hair and clothes to match the pit of her soul. I know when I end Leo, when I make him scream and beg for his worthless life, she’ll want to be there.

My cock throbs at the idea of V covered in blood and taking the final stab into Leo's worthless heart. At being the one who ends his life. Regardless, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.

If she asked for the world, I would burn every inch of this planet and rebuild it to showcase all of her desires from the ash. There’s not a single person I wouldn't kill, a single thing I wouldn't do, for my Verena.

With the thought of her thrumming through my veins and the need to please her even stronger, I go into my bag and dig around for the clay wire cutters. They're a little different from the typical version. Stronger and thicker wire attaches to two handles. I modified them to meet my needs and they always get the job done.

Lifting the wire and lining it up with his neck, I began to saw diagonally through the skin. Blood gushes out as the muscles and tendons split and give way to the wire. My eyes catch on the sight of Leo’s name carved in his forehead and I saw faster.

Blood sprays out when I nick the artery and makes my grip loosen on the handle, but I keep going. By the time I get to the opposite side from which I’ve started and his head has dropped to the side, hanging on by a thin piece of skin left, I finish sawing through.

His head falls to the floor with a wet thud by my feet. His sunken holes for eyes stare up at me and the blood is splattered along the name in sharpie. Not wanting to see it anymore, I bring my foot back and kick it forward, sending his head across the room.

The head lands perfectly between two of the torchlights on the wall, making me bark out a laugh while throwing my hands in the air. “Goal, motherfucker!” I shout into the empty room, my laughter echoing off the walls. That was fucking awesome.

Reaching down, I adjust my hard cock. The blood on my fingers wipes off on my pants and I twitch against my zipper in response. The thrill of killing, of the blood on my hands, mixed with the knowledge that my little monster is at my house, in my bed, because she came tome,has me rock fucking solid.

I need to head back. Now. Before I use the blood coating my hands as lube to jerk off to thoughts of the vixen in my bed. I make quick work of packing up all the tools Emmett and I used before throwing my bag on my back and making my way back home.

Gently,I turn the knob of the front door and tiptoe inside the foyer. I slip off my shoes and climb the stairs to my room, hoping V is fast asleep. It’s late and I really don’t want to explain why I’m covered in blood right now.

I open the door and peek my head in. The light from the television shines on her face and a pang hits my chest. She looks angelic, relaxed.

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