Page 100 of The Devil's Redemption

He falls onto his side with a grunt. I lean over and grab a fistful of his hair, using it to drag him out of the cell and over to the workbench where I first fucked Sasha. Stone and SoCo were sure to strip him of his clothing when they brought him down here earlier. When we reach the workbench, I force him up off of the ground.

“I need two of you to help me hold him in place.”

Cap and SoCo are the first two to step forward.

“Push him all the way up to the edge of the table.”

They each wrap an arm around one of his then move him forward before they step on his feet to keep him from moving them. I grab one of my work gloves and put it on. Then I open the vise hanging off of the table enough for his small dick to fit into.

This is the first time I’ve seen any sort of reaction from him. I don’t know whether he’s scared or turned on, but it doesn’t matter either way. Holding his dick between the sides of the vise, I begin to close it again.

Quickly, I hear him begin to whimper.

Oh, no. He’s definitely not turned on.

Still turning the lever, I reach my hand in between his legs and lift his balls, making sure they’re secure in it, too. The vise tightens around his dick even more. His whimpers turn into screams, and it’s a delightful sound. Looking him dead in the eyes, my stare doesn’t waver. I don’t blink, and I give off no emotion other than satisfaction.

“Stop!” he pleads, finally breaking.

I smile wickedly as I continue tightening the vise until he’s in so much pain that he passes out. SoCo and Pretty Boy keep him standing as I grab the smelling salts off of the table. Waving them under his nose brings him to in no time.

“There you are,” I spit. “The party isn’t over until I say it’s over, motherfucker.”

With a final twist of the lever, I can’t tighten it any more. As he screams in pain again, I hock the biggest loogie I can then spit it straight into his mouth. A reminder of him forcing Sasha to do something earlier floats into my head. I hold his nose shut and force his mouth closed. I don’t let go until he swallows. As soon as he does, I land a hard punch to his throat.

When he finally catches his breath, he pleads with me again.

“Please,” he pants, barely able to talk due to the pain. “No… More…”

The next thing I grab from the table forces his eyes wide open, and I experience a level of gratification that I never knew existed.

“Wait,” I hear Sasha’s voice from behind me a second before I turn it on and saw his dick off of his body.

I turn around quickly, and our eyes meet. I see a glimmer of something in her gorgeous hazel orbs when I search them.

“I want to do it.”

I want to smile.

I want to run to her and tell her how proud I am.

But I don’t make a big deal out of this because she wouldn’t want it.

Jasper’s dazed expression lets me know he’s close to passing out again. I reach over and slap him hard on the cheek several times to wake him up.

“Oh, no you don’t. We’re just getting to the good part, you worthless piece of shit.”

Placing the saw down on the table, I walk to her and help her hobble over. I put the saw in her hands and give her a quick tutorial.

“Flip this up to turn off the safety and pull the trigger,” I explain. “Easy enough, right?”

She nods her head but doesn’t say anything.

“Oh, wait one second,” I instruct her.

Reaching over the workbench, I pick up a pair of safety glasses and put them on her.

“In case it gets messy.” I kiss her gently on the crown of her head. “Whenever you’re ready, little girl.”

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