Page 50 of Beg for It

Bradley screams again, fighting against his restraints.

“Sounds like fun to me.”

Grabbing my phone out of my pocket, I hook it up to the bluetooth speaker and press play.

“Bodies”byDrowning Poolstarts blaring through the sound system. The room is soundproof, so no one is going to hear him screaming either way. While I normally enjoy hearing my enemies sob like a little bitch, I’m more interested in getting this done, and still making him suffer so I can go home and check on our little beta.

River and I each take a side and a hand. One by one, we chop off each of his fingers, letting them drop to the floor.

Blood spurts free, pretty red liquid forming a pool on the ground.

Before long, both hands look deformed. It’s fucking weird looking.

Because that didn’t take nearly as long as we’d like and this fucker deserves more pain, I go over and grab an electric hand saw.

Somehow, Bradley is still awake even though he’s lost a lot of blood. Resilient bastard, I’ll give him that.

Just to fuck with him, I bring the saw up to his face and turn it on. He screams, and that’s when the smell hits me. Fucker pissed and shit himself.

“Fucking nasty fucker!” I scream in his face over the music.

Now that he’s ruined all of the fun, I step behind him and bring the saw to his wrists. It takes some effort but I bring it down, taking both hands off. Watching the hunks of flesh drop to the ground, I make my way around to stand next to River.

This man is a hot fucking mess.

Somehow he still has strength and manages to pull his arms free. He lunges, shooting his bloody stubs forward. If he wasn’t trying to launch himself at us, it would have been a hilarious sight.

River is fast, pulling his gun out and aiming it at his dick. He pulls the trigger and it hits him square in the junk. Bradley goes down, hard, his bloody stumps moving to his now mangled dick. That is, if there's anything left of it.

He screams and screams, but they get lost in the song as “Down With The Sickness” byDisturbed plays next.

We stand, side by side and watch as his screams begin to die as his lungs and heart slow.

River raises his gun and puts a few bullets through his skull, ending him.

Just as he lowers his gun, the song ends and I pause the playlist.

“Make the call Brooks,” River turns to me. “You started this. This is your mess to clean up.”

“Way to throw me under the fucking bus,” I mutter, grabbing my phone.

He steps forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair with his clean hand and crashes his lips to mine.

His kisses are dirty and down right sinful, making a mess of my pants with pre-cum as my aching cock strains against my jeans. Pulling back, we’re both taking ragged breaths. His eyes blaze with need, mirroring mine. “Do as you're told,” he growls, trapping my lip between his teeth and biting down hard enough to draw blood. My cock twitches and a moan leaves my throat.

“Yes, sir,” I rasp, grabbing at my erection as he steps back.

“I’ll meet you at the car. I need to wash up and take care of a few things.”

He leaves me alone with the bloody corpse. I look down at Bradley. Well, what's left of him and curl my lip. So damn gross.

Dialing my father’s number, I bring the phone to my ear.

“What have you done now, Brooks?” he says with a tired sigh.

“I’m not sure you're ready to hear it,” I admit.

“Fucking hell boy.”

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