Page 89 of In You
"But withyou,"I interrupt, folding my arms and spreading my legs. "Oh, maannn. I just got this itch for more." I sigh deeply, shifting my weight in my seat. I clear my throat and lean forward again, keeping eye contact. "You know, your wifereallyimpressed me. She was going to rip you apart with her bare hands." I frown. "You've hurt so many people, Trevor. Nancy deserved to have a husband who loved her. A husband who wasn't sick with a mind twisted with thoughts about harming people who are defenseless. But now, all she's going to have are memories of a man she just spent the last twelve years of her life with, wasting her youth on a man who lusts after kids." I bring a hand up to scratch the back of my head. "I mean… you did a bittoo muchfor me to just let you go. That last picture with your son wasreally somethin'."I huff a humorless laugh, looking to the side. "And then there's the little fact you hurt my woman. I can't let you go. What would I look like doing that? I mean, that's fuckingcrazy."
I bring my eyes to his, lowering and hardening my voice as I lean forward now, staring into his soul.
"You have no clue who you're dealing with," I growl. Trevor breathes hard, his eyes flickering around as he tries to get his bearings. "When I tell you that vengeance is mine, I'mnotjoking."
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Where Does It Hurt?
Caleb
Tremblingwithanger,Irise from the chair and walk over to my tools. I go silent as I peruse them, thinking hard on what's going to make me feel better. Because what I'm getting ready to do to him is born purely from this selfish need to make myself feel better. A simple bullet between the eyes won't do. No, Trevor's about to pay the price for both Calvin and Joseph's sin. Point blank.
Because he had his cock in what's mine.
Torturing her…fucking her mind up…and for that, I'm going to be the judge, the juror,andthe executioner come hell or high water.
Every muscle in my body is tight with strain as the anticipation to hurt this man takes over my common sense, elevating me from a being that's evolved, to something more baser, and primal.
"Since you want to fuck around with helpless kids so much, I'm going to give you a taste of your own medicine."
Snagging up my specialized nail gun, I turn to him and then set it down on a small stool nearby then kick my chair to the side, making him jump. There's sweat dripping down his face, and he shakes his head vigorously as I plant my boot directly between his legs and push, toppling him over backwards so the back of his chair is against the floor.
"No! Please!"
He can plead all he wants to but it falls on deaf ears. We both know it. But just like my instincts are taking over, so are his.
I rip down his pants and briefs, cutting one leg free so I can pull his body back enough to expose the white flesh of his ass to the room.
My stomach rolls, but I'm getting revenge for my baby.
"What are you doing?" he yells, looking up at me with genuine fear in his eyes that makes the blood in my veins positively sing.
"Killing Cunty's daddy," I say in a resigned tone.
He clenches his teeth and strains with all his might against the ropes.
"Let's see how you think it feels, having someone fuck you without your permission. Being scared out of your mind. With no power and knowing nobody is going to come help you. You're dying here today, Trevor. And it's going to be my absolute pleasure escorting your diseased ass to meet your maker."
Fueled by some sort of manic anger, I put the nail gun in between his asscheeks and press mercilessly, jamming it in.
He roars out in pain. "No!Ahh!It hurts!"
This sick fuck's chest heaves as he screams, his ass clenches, and he jerks hard trying to get away from me. He thrashes against the ropes binding him to the chair, his head knocking against the floor as he struggles.
Shit and desperation fills the air, and it's still not enough for me.
Can you believe it?
"Where does it hurt, Trevor?Huh?"I bite out. Irritated, I turn and put my boot on his head, relishing the pained scream as I dig his face harder into the ground, pumping the nail gun in and out fast, rough and hard."Here?"
Blood appears on his ass, trailing over the skin and flowing down, but I don't care. I give him my all. Letting him have a taste of his own medicine. He yells and flails for long minutes, but I don't let up. After his skin is raw, and his voice is hoarse and scratchy, I remove my foot from his face and then kneel down to one knee, looking him in the eye as I shove the gun as far up his ass as I can without my hand going in with it.
"Or here?" I rasp.
Narrowing my eyes at him, I feel every muscle go tight in my face as I pull the trigger.
He jerks, yelping with shock and then his eyes widen with disbelief. He coughs a nasty sound, and a string of blood escapesout the corner of his mouth and trickles down the side of his face. A throaty rattle leaves his chest, and his eyes flicker as the breath hitches in his throat.
