Page 101 of The Devil's Redemption

Chapter Thirty-One

I can do this.

After Blade left me, I broke down. Finally alone, I couldn’t stop it from coming.

Pain.

I hurt everywhere again. This time, all of it—other than my ankle—was internal, and it stemmed from everything that the monster in the basement put me through.

One by one, each memory came back to me, forcing me to relive them, and that’s when I knew.

I’m never going to be able to move on unlessI’mthe one who puts a stop to it. I’m just lucky I was able to hop across the house and hobble down the steps before I was too late.

“Whenever you’re ready, little girl,” Blade tells me.

Before I turn the safety off, Blade reaches around me and grabs Jasper by the hair.

“You fucking look at her. She’s going to be the last fucking face you see before you die.”

When I first got down here, the metallic scent in the air hit me like a brick wall. Jasper is in bad shape. Really bad.

Normally, I can’t handle gore. But not tonight.

Tonight, it’s what I crave.

“You can do this, Sasha,” Blade encourages me. “You need to do this. It’s the first step in your final journey of healing. You deserve it. Take the redemption you’re owed.”

I don’t want to tell him that his pep talk isn’t necessary, but I can’t bring myself to admit to him how much I’m looking forward to this.

“Pre-tty…” Jasper whispers weakly.

I narrow my eyes at him, and he does it again.

“Pre-tty…”

I don’t know what he’s saying, but I’m sure whatever it is, he’s trying to fuck with me.

“Pre-tty… Pre-tty… Princ-ess…” he finally gets out.

His words are like some sort of magic incantation. Like fuckingopen sesame.

Suddenly, I can’t switch the safety off fast enough. A second later I’m squeezing the trigger as hard as I can. The saw comes to life, and as I lower it toward his dick, the scenes continue to replay in my mind.

His fingers pushing through me.

His tongue diving between my legs.

The moment he first pushed his dick inside of me.

The memories invade my mind, and I scream with indignation as I bring the saw down, cutting his dick free from his body. SoCo and Cap continue to hold him upright as blood begins to pour from his pelvic region. He’s still alive, but barely.

I have to work fast.

“Drop him,” I demand.

Without an ounce of hesitation, they do as I say. Quickly, I loosen the vise and catch his dick as it falls to the ground. Walking back over to Jasper, I straddle him and bend over so he can see me good and clear. His eyes are closing a little, so I backhand him across the face, just like he did to me.

“Wake up!”

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