Page 26 of Voracious

I have money.

I have and I know.

But they all die because I don’t have anything, and I don’t know.

Vlad is a controlling bastard, ruining my blissful torture with his grating voice.

“You didn’t know what it was?” he asks the nonce as he steps forward.

The nonce nods, full of hope and looks up at him with his hands together. Snapping my fingers in front of his face, I bite out as I point to myself.

“Oi, I’m the one torturing you, dickhead. Be respectful.”

Fucking rude prick. His eyes ping between Vlad and me, unsure of who to stay fixed on but he settles on the asshole as he begs.

“I didn’t, it must have been a virus and just downloaded with something else. I download movies illegally, that’s how it happened.”

He’s too stupid to live, even if he wasn’t a nonce I’d still be doing the world a favor.

The control freak steps forward and so does Dima as Vlad times his question with every slow menacing step. “Which one?”

My head turns so fast I’m surprised there’s not a crack as I punch into his ribs.

“Are you looking for movie recommendations from a child fucker?”

He sends his own fist back into my ribs but Dima barges into me and takes the impact as he punches my victim in the face.

Vlad pauses and looks at his junior as the chains rattle and the sicko slams his head off the floor straight into his own puddle of piss. I can’t hold back my laugh and my entire body shakes. It makes the demand less potent as I repeat myself in a singsong.

“Lick it. Lick it. Lick it.”

But Vlad stops me and answers the question I’d forgotten about.

“I meant which home movie wasn’t his, he had two terabytes of images and videos.”

He always has to be dramatic and play with the toys verbally and I roll my eyes as the nonce lets his tongue roll out to lick his piss up.

Waiting until there’s nothing left on the floor but his spit, I stamp on the back of his head. I know the pain that shakes your brain with a boot in that exact spot and manage to rewrite another sheet from the filing cabinet. He’s not dead yet, he’ll be in so much pain he thinks he’s going to throw up and his vision will go blurry.So fun.

The fucking idiot falls forward when I try to pull him up. I’m not weak. Marlo said he was getting rid of all my weaknesses, to make me strong and nothing could hurt me anymore. An inked hand moves across me and grabs the bindings around the fucker’s wrist. Dima has to be there all the fucking time when I can do this, I’m not a child.

He doesn’t look at me and hooks the nonce’s wrists up so I can pull him back to floating in midair. He’s not begging, they normally stop after the second person has been killed. Fucking Vlad, the stupid bastard took the noises away and he still stands there when I’ve already told the nonceI’mthe one killing him. That’s more than rude, I deserve to be the one he’s terrified of.What would that say about me if I’m killing him, and he’s still scared of someoneelse?

I go back to the table and grab two pairs of gloves. I don’t trust only wearing one pair, it will be too thin, and I’ll still feel the skin.Snapping them on, I ask my question out loud, uncaring if I get an answer.

“Do you think a penis will peel like a banana?”

I could do the slits at each side of his urethra, another one at the top and it could work. Deep painful cries, sobs, bounce off the walls and I snort laugh as the begs are finally directed at me.

“They’re not mine. Please, believe me.”

There’s snot running down his face into his mouth and I hold my knees, trying to calm myself down as Vlad and Dima step aside, finally letting me have my living experiment to myself.

He keeps begging, it’s funny as fuck. He’s seen — I have to count the amount of heads to work it out — four other people die and thinks he’s going to be the lucky one.

“I have a wife, a family. Please, I’m begging you. I won’t say anything.”

I raise my voice and smile without any issue as I look at him.

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