Page 96 of Viripotent

I can’t help myself and keep my steps silent as I gesture for the others to leave once they’ve successfully filled every square inch with accelerant. His stupidity leads him to think he’s alone, that he can fucking escape. Following the little fucker, he doesn’t slow down and bursts into fresh air. His fingers shake as he brings a cigarette to his lips, he struggles lighting it and I make myself known, whisperingbooin his ear. His scream makes me laugh and I nearly fold in half from the force.Hooking my hand around his lips, I push that toxic stick into his mouth. He can’t fight for shit and his entire body shakes as I kick into the back of his knee so he’s kneeling.

Gripping his sweaty hair, I pull his head back and take out my knife. It’s still in my pocket and I don’t know how with the blood on me. My hands are fucked when they come into view. My knuckles are swelling, but it doesn’t deter me as I position the blade under his brow bone. I tut and knock my knee into the back of his head as he continues shaking.

“Keep fucking moving and you’ll take your own fucking eye out.”

It doesn’t inspire him to gain control and I slowly press the tip of the blade through his thin eyelid and angle it up. The blade isn’t long enough to reach his little fucking brain, but he screams, it’s blood curdling and has me laughing harder as he shakes harder, pushing himself up and doing exactly as I said by catching his eye on the blade.

I let him go as he starts to lose consciousness and my humor doesn’t die as I go back inside and carry my queen’s trophies out of the shithole. Valentin is still waiting when I leave, and he takes out a cigarette when he doesn’t fucking smoke. He lights it and only takes one drag as I reach him.

I’m about to tell him the dangers of the habit when he flicks it off his middle finger into the shitty building and heat engulfsmy back. He smiles like a child, proud of himself and I make him walk ahead so he doesn’t admire the flames.

“Congratulations, I’ll allow you an extra hour on your games before bed for doing such a good job,” I say monotonously.

He bristles at my comment and saves his tantrum until we get in the car.

I haveto keep pausing when my laugh comes back as I take the stairs up to my floor. Fuck, now that the adrenaline is slowly wearing off my memories open up, repeating their screams. Reaching what should be our room despite me never sleeping in it, I’m prepared for my wife’s anger at me dirtying the place with the blood on me.

It’s not what greets me.

Inessa springs up with her face falling and nearly trips as she jumps up and runs across the room to stand in front of me. She looks like an idiot in those god-awful fucking orange fluffy trousers. Especially when she runs, and it makes her look like she’s been taken over by a fucking tabby cat. Somehow she’s still jaw droppingly beautiful despite them.

I’m trying to find out how attached she is to them and how pissed she’ll be when I burn the orange monstrosity when she winces and stops herself from touching me. Her words rush together, and she speaks over herself.

“What the fuck? You’re hurt? Where are you hurt?”

I’m not surprised she manages to talk through her own words, I wouldn’t be if she found a way to have two tongues and be able to fucking talk underwater.

“Vlad, call a doctor.”

When I don’t move, she tries to go around me. I hold her chin between my thumb and finger. A crease forms between her brows as I lift my other hand up to give her the gift and their apologies.

“Got you something, moya koroleva.”

The dark material hides the blood, and she takes it from me. I hold the bottom as her every emotion plays in her dark eyes. She hesitantly unties the knot, then screams as she pushes back.

“What the fuck is that?!”

The dead muscle rolls from the makeshift bag I made out of a t-shirt I cut off one of their bodies. They drop to the floor with a dull thud, and she stares at them wide-eyed as a shiver works through her body.

She doesn’t stop moving until her back hits the wall and she holds on to it like it will save her. Looking down expecting their to be snakes or some other fucked up shit in my hand, it’s exactly what I packaged, and my confirmation comes out as a question.

“Their tongues?”

She slowly blinks three times, then shakes her head and bursts out laughing. She has to hold her knees for support, and the sound doesn’t stop. It’s not filled with humor, but hysterics and tears race down her cheeks. It takes too long for the laugh to taper off and my queen smiles at me when she looks up.

Her feet move easily, and she stands back in front of me, avoiding the body parts littering the floor. She’s adorable as her nose scrunches up at my hands and she flicks her fingers in order.

“Get rid of them, you weirdo.”

I drop them to the side, and she presses into me when they’re nowhere near touching her.

“I think I prefer your sex toy gifts over tongues.”

Looking down at my beautiful wife, there’s no fear on her face, the twisted smile and her step back is warning that she’s as fucked up mentally as me.

“Although, tongues could be classed as toys too.”

I’m going to fuck her so hard she forgets her own name. Grabbing her nape, I pull Inessa into me and hold her jaw, so she doesn’t misconstrue a single fucking word.

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