Page 106 of Unspoken Truths

I remember that he had to use a patch because of it, I just didn’t know why. This makes sense why he’s so careful now. The pirate look managed to make my father look even more dangerous, but I was worried.

Ignacio nods, sliding the protective glasses over his face before moving to one of the men. Dad firmly grabs one of their dicks while Ignacio does the same, the blade slicing smoothly through the flesh before the men can understand what’s happening.

The screaming happens as Ignacio smirks, holding it up in front of him, and he uses it as an opportunity to cram it into his mouth.

“Throw me the duct tape, Lili,” he says, cruelly clamping the man’s jaw shut.

“I guess that’ll work,” Dad murmurs with a shrug. “Enjoy the taste of your own dick.”

Noting the blowtorch on the ground, I toss the duct tape to Ignacio, who glances up briefly before catching it easily. Using his teeth, he tapes the man’s mouth shut as he gags. Now, he’ll choke on his own vomit, which feels appropriate. Dad takes the tape to do the same to the other man, sighing as the room gets a lot quieter.

The men are crying, a poor excuse for gang members. If they were mafia, they’d make much better prisoners.

“Let’s cauterize before they bleed out, Ignacio,” Dad says. “That would be a damn tragedy.”

Reaching down for the blowtorch, Nacio turns it on and runs it over the steel of the knife until it turns bright red. Without any fanfare, he presses the flat part of the steel against the wound, his face impassive as the man screams and writhes.

The sounds are muffled though, and I decide that a dick makes a decent gag after all.

My lips twitch with slight amusement as I watch my dad do the same thing that Nacio did, noticing that Rachelle doesn’t appear grossed out at all by this.

Maybe she can survive in this world after all.

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RACHELLE

Colton.He’s never going to leave me alone. I can’t believe this is happening, but actually watching the men in front of me getting tortured doesn’t bother me as much as I thought it would.

The castrations made my stomach cramp a little because watching their tiny cocks get cut off was gross. Whatever will drive home the idea that I’m not going to be their victim is necessary in my eyes.

“The Mullen gang needs to understand that they can’t touch things that are important to me,” Emil murmurs.

He looks perfectly calm, but the anger is clear as day in his gaze and tightly clamped jaw.

“I think it’s time for their branding,” my stepfather continues.

The men hanging in front of me being tortured have colorful tattoos all over their skin, though they’ve been damaged. Knife wounds, burn marks, whip slashes, and more litter their bodies, evidence of their stay in this room.

Lili’s father picks up a brand that reminds me of something you’d use on a cow hide. It’s bright red, signaling it’s hot, and Ignacio moves out of his way. Pressing firmly against the skin on each of the Mullen gang member’s chests, Lili’s father ignores their muffled screams.

He doesn’t care, in his eyes they deserve this. I have to say that I agree with him.

Gazing for a moment, it takes me a moment to figure out what the words on the brand say.Fuck Up.

Ignacio smirks as he reads the words, saying, “Garrett Mullen isn’t going to appreciate that.”

“Then maybe he should have done a little more research before fucking with your sister,” Emil grunts.

I will give it to my stepfather, he goes all in with a gesture of love. Adopting me wasn’t necessary, neither is protecting me, yet he is doing it without hesitation. My mother finally chose a good man.

The thought makes me squeeze Lili’s fingers, blinking as emotion overwhelms me. I know my father loved me, I just rarely saw him since he worked so much. It’s harder and harder to remember him at all, so all I can do is move forward.

As far as showing me exactly how my stepfather feels about me, torture is a unique way to go about it.

“Are we done playing with them?” Ignacio asks, noticing the way I yawn as I lean against Lili. I didn’t sleep nearly enough.

“Yes, slit their throats, so the girls can go back to bed. Please sleep inside, though,” Emil says. “We’re dumping their bodies on Garrett’s front lawn, and I don’t want to risk retaliation. There will also be more men around the house for the next few weeks. They won’t bother you, I don’t want them to scare you though.”

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