Page 73 of Filthiest Of Them All

I love this part of the job. The wait always wears them down first and fucks with their heads. They think because I never came to them straight away that maybe I’ve been distracted or changed my mind. They sit here every day wondering when I’ll finally appear and it starts driving them crazy waiting. There is nothing else to do but get lost in your own head and there is no worse place to be than stuck inside your own mind. It will play tricks on you and make you see things that aren’t there and hear noises that don’t exist, until you are so paranoid you’ll even conjure visions.

Fuck, my cock is getting hard thinking about what I’m going to do to these motherfuckers. My mouth begins to water as I step out of the shadows. Nexus is the first to spot me. His eyes widen to the size of saucers, his face pales and his eyes fill with tears. He can smell his own death clinging to the air, he knows he’s about to die by my hands. Desire lulls her head to the side and locks eyes with me. Her face is pulled taut and she tries to hide her fear but I can smell it, it’s pungent and potent saturating the air. She can try and put on her brave act as much as she likes but I see through her bullshit.

“I’m going to enjoy breaking you and crushing your mind,” I pledge as I walk around the table, skating my fingers along the metal, loving the way she flinches away from me. She may try to put on a bold act but her body knows what’s about to happen. I stop and face Nexus who is practically shitting his pants. “You know, I had planned to ship your ass to Panama with your daddy so your sister wouldn’t have to lose her brother but then…” I let my sentence trail off and as I slowly stalk toward him, I stop just an inch away, “the truth came out and sealed your fucking fate for you.”

“I-I didn’t mean—” Before he can finish muttering his bullshit ass excuse, I punch him right in the mouth, loving the sounds of pain that escape him. I know without a doubt that Desire will take a lot more to break than this bitch. He won’t be able to withstand my usual tactics so I decide to deal with her first. Seeing her suffer will cause him pain, knowing he’ll be next. Omen, Vatican, Halo, Pope and Carnage won’t be a part of this, they can’t and I respect and understand their reasoning. They may hate her for what she has done, but she’s still their sister.

“You took everything from me. You tore my world in half over fucking jealousy!” I boom as I get right in Desire’s face. Her eyes widen and she swallows audibly.

“Your sister was?—”

“I’m talking about Tatum, you stupid cunt,” I snap, cutting her off.

Her eyes shine with mirth. “Killing me won’t stop the pain of knowing she died suffering because she cared about you.”

I laugh but there’s no humor in it. “She’s alive, you jaded bitch.” My revelation floors her and the look of disbelief on her face fills me with great satisfaction. “You get to die knowing you failed, you tried to take her from me and failed.”

“But I took your precious Ellie from you.” Weeks ago her saying that would have sent me into a tailspin, I would have lost my cool and destroyed her, but not now.

“But you didn’t break me. Losing her was devastating but losing Tatum would have ripped my soul right out of my body and killed me inside. Does hearing that grind your nerves? Does it piss you off to know she never had to spread her legs for me in order for me to fall in love with her? I bet it tears you up inside knowing that I could never love you, but I can love her without any effort.”

“Fuck you!” she screams and tries to fight against her restraints, but it's futile. She’ll never get out. “She is nothing. She’s a weak little whore who will never amount to anything. I’m the don of the De Santis family?—”

“You were,” I correct. “The De Santis family no longer exists. Chicago is owned by the Vatel family now. You’ve lost, Desire. This is the last place you will ever see and my face will be the last thing you look upon before you die.”

“She’ll never love the monster you are. She’ll never embrace the beauty in your darkness and help you hone it. I did that, I made you what you are and it's because of me?—”

“You just fed the beast inside me, she tamed it.” Her eyes blaze with indignation but slowly bleed way to triumph.

“Yet here you are, with me, nonetheless. You know as well as I do that you could never kill me let alone torture me.”

I smile. “Wrong,” is all I say before I step away from her and retrieve my cart that holds all my tools and wheel it over to her. She clamps her mouth closed and tries to emanate strength, but the terror in her eyes betrays her. I grip the front of her shirt and tear it open in the same way she did Tatum’s, then I reach for my scalpel. Her chest rises and falls in quick succession, a fine sheen of perspiration coating her brow as I glide the tip of the blade across her chest, not deep enough to draw blood but enough to elicit fear. I shiver in excitement, this is everything I have been waiting for. I close my eyes and clear my mind of all the fog and distractions, when I get in the zone I lose track of time, sound, smell and even sight.

I guess Tatum is right, Alexander and The Butcher are two different people. When the Butcher takes over, Alex gets a back seat while he conducts his work. I’ve never had an issue with that until the night I hurt Tatum. I never meant to betray her trust in the car but the beast inside me needed answers and I knew how to get them at any cost.

When her scream rents the air I revel in the sound. I open her chest, loving the feeling of her warm fluid coating my fingers. I never use gloves because I enjoy the feeling of their blood on my hands too much. Desire is withering on the table and screaming out as I cut her from chest to navel. I drop my scalpel to the side and reach for my spreader. I hold it above her face and give her the same courtesy I give all my toys by explaining what each instrument does.

“This handy little contraption is going to crack your chest open so I can get inside. Will it hurt? Oh yes, it’s going to fucking force you to black out as I peel the skin back. Once that’s done I’ll decide which one of your ribs I’ll take first. Then when that’s done, I’m going to start removing your toes, fingers, then we’ll move onto your limbs. God, I hope you last, Desire, because I want you to be here for the grand finale when I rip your fucking heart out of your chest with my bare hands.”

“You’ve made your point!” she screams. “You won, I lost, now get me the fuck out of here, Lex.” I laugh at the delusional bitch.

“The only way out of here for you is in death. You could have lived a long life but you chose to take from me, not once but twice, and for that you will die painfully, you rotten bitch.” I’ve had enough of talking. I ignore her pleas as I get the spreader in place and begin cranking it open, the sound of her skin tearing and pulling open has my cock standing at attention. I don’t even realize she’s passed out from the pain until I reach for my skill saw. Oh well, I take two ribs from each side and place them on either side of her head.

My mouth waters and I fight back the instinct to crack her rib cage open and rip her black heart out of her chest. I swallow the urge and move to her feet. I peel her socks off to expose her red painted toes. I reach for my hedge cutters and grip her little toe between the blades.

“You’re fucking sick,” Nexus snaps.

I shake my head and pull out of my haze, I forgot he was even here for a moment. “And you’re next but make no mistake, this is me showing some form of mercy because she’s a female. What I’m going to do to you is going to take months. I’ll take parts of your body and force you to readjust to life that way before I take something else from you. She won’t last the day. She’s lucky I care about her brothers or I would have made her punishment last as long as yours.” I keep my eyes locked on his as I sever the first toe. Desire comes to with a harrowing scream that could peel paint off the fucking walls. She tries to fight and screams for help but no one will come to her aide.

I retreat into my happy place and block out all the noise as I continue to relieve her of all her toes. I can’t help but smile as I think of the game my mom used to play with my toes when I was a child.

Thislittle piggy went to market, this little piggy stayed home. This little piggy had roast beef, this little piggy had none. And this little piggy went crying wee wee wee all the way home.

Desire lost consciousness again by the time I finish with her toes. Nexus’s screams are getting on my nerves so I grab three of her toes, duct tape them together, then stalk toward him. He tries to fight but we both know I’ll always win. This little cunt is going to pay and so is that bitch for stabbing me and Tate. I shove the toes in his mouth then wrap the duct tape around his head so he can’t spit them out. I step back and shoot the sniffling little bitch a wink.

“Well, if you didn’t have a toe fetish, now you do.” I return my focus to Desire. Next to go is all her fingers. There is so much more I want to do to her but because of who her brothers are, I’ll end it quickly for them and not rip her apart too badly so they can at least see her body before they bury or burn it. I grab her index finger and turn back to Nexus. He recoils as far back into his chair as he can—laughter bubbles out of me. The pussy is scared I’ll add a finger but even I’m not that cruel to mix them together. I look down at her and love the sight of her pale ashen skin. Her breathing is labored and shallow, dammit. I really thought she would last longer.

I cross the room and retrieve the bucket of water. I tip it on her face. She comes to with a gut wrenching shriek. Her eyes are unfocused and hazy from the pain, but all I need is for her to see me one last time. Her eyes latch onto mine and the sight of fear I see in them is everything I ever could have wanted, she knows what’s coming.

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