Page 36 of Retribution
“I’m sorry, okay? It—it was Tony! He put me up to it! I didn’t really want to kill her.”
Rebecca scoffs and walks over to the small table positioned just behind Earl. She runs her fingertips over the items resting on it. An assortment of knives, winking with deadly promise. A whip, waiting to be used. A gun, fitted with a silencer, vowing a quick demise. Pliers, duct tape, and a hammer complete the menagerie of tools.
It doesn’t surprise me when she chooses the knife; it’s her weapon of choice. Coming back around where Earl can see her, she strokes the knife like it’s my cock, which has mine stirring as I watch her with folded arms.
When he sees the knife, he starts begging, but Rebecca just chuckles at him, a demented smile distorting her features. “You ignored Rosalie’s cries for mercy before you killed her,” she says to him, scraping the knife gently down his chest and belly. “Why should I listen to yours? Now, you might need to refresh my memory. What was it you wanted to do to my sister?” She taps the hilt of the knife against the side of her cocked head. “Ah, yes. You wanted to open her up from chest to hip, then fuck all her holes and come in her chest. That sound about right?”
She taps him on the chest as she repeats his words to him, and his face goes green, understanding lighting his eyes. “No!” he shouts out as she plunges the knife into his chest, being careful to stay away from his heart. We want him to remain alive as long as possible, so he gets the full enjoyment of the experience.
Leaving the knife in place, she backs up a little so she can look him in the eyes. Sweat gleams on his brow, teeth clenched tightly in agony, harsh breaths coming from his chest as he tries to control the pain.
“Now, see, here’s where there’s a little problem with your plan. I want you to feel everything. So I’ll leave ripping your chest open until after.”
Rebecca sends a glance my way. Fuck, she’s amazing. I’m so hard for her right now, and I can’t wait to fuck her when this is done. Seeing the lust in my eyes, she blows me a kiss, then grabs another knife. With deft movements, she slices his dick off, tossing it into the corner of the room while Earl howls as if, well, his meager dick just got cut off.
His breath comes in thready pants, eyes glazed as the pain takes over. This won’t do, Rebecca wants him to feel everything. And he will. Stalking over to him, I slap him several times, making him focus on me.
“Stay awake, asshole. There’s more in store for you.”
Rebecca chuckles. “Trey, do we have something to stop the bleeding? I don’t want him to pass out or die from blood loss before I finish.”
My lips capture hers in a quick kiss before I head into the bedroom. I’ve got just the thing. I can hear Rebecca taunting him as I plug the iron in, adjusting it to its highest setting. Her eyes light up like it’s Christmas morning when I bring it back into the room.
“Oh, that’s perfect. Thank you, Trey,” she squeals, carefully taking it from me. She walks towards Earl with a skip in her step, a wide grin matching the crazy in her eyes. “Now, let’s stop that bleeding,” she sing-songs, and thrusts the iron against his mangled groin.
I cross my legs in commiseration as the most unearthly scream I’ve ever heard tears from his throat. His head flops onto his chest, the ability to hang on to consciousness at an end.
Rebecca turns to me, pride evident on her face. “That was fun!” she chortles before her face falls. “But he’s sleeping again. Should we let him rest for a while, or wake him up and keep going?”
“Your choice,” I reply. “Are you tired? We could take a nap and finish him off later. Or I can get the smelling salts and we can finish it now.”
Rebecca stares at Earl for a moment, then makes her decision. Smelling salts it is.
Earl comes awake as I pass the salts under his nose, thrashing against his binds as he starts crying, little rivers of tears coursing down his face and chest, diverting around the knife that still rests there.
“Wakey, wakey!” Rebecca calls out, laughter in her voice. “No time to rest, Earl.” She rubs her hands together. “Now, what was next? Ah, yes. Fuck all the holes. Well, that will be a problem, won’t it?” Her eyes dance with mirth as they meet mine. “You’ve only got two. Now, how will we do this?”
Raising a brow at her silliness, I wait patiently to see what she’ll do. Rebecca snaps her fingers, then goes out of the room, coming back a moment later with a broom. Handing it to me, she asks, “Can you take care of this for me?” I nod in understanding as she uses two fingers to pick up his severed cock. Waving it around, she beams up at him. “Open up, Earl, time to get fucked.”
Earl clamps his mouth shut, shaking his head frantically. The limp little dick flies back and forth, blood dripping from it as her smile grows wider. Glancing at me, she winks, and I move towards him, slapping the handle of the broom on my hand.
The cross that Earl currently hangs from has a special design feature – a large hole bored through the wood where his ass rests. Now, I could be nice and lube the broom handle up for him, but I think we’ve established that I’m not a nice man.
His mouth opens wide on a howl as I ram the broom into his ass, working it in before pulling back and repeating the gesture.
His moans and screeches fill the room while I fuck him, and then are abruptly muffled as Rebecca thrusts his cock into his mouth, using duct tape to keep it in place. Whipping the broom out, I sneer at the blood on it, showing it to Rebecca who smirks back at me.
“Break it,” my goddess commands me, and I obey. Snapping it over my leg, I wave the splintered end in Earl’s face, his muffled screams spurring me on. Forcing the jagged end into his ass, his legs go stiff as the agony tears through him.
Rebecca watches with rapt attention, her eyes bright with bloodlust fever.
“Baby, he’s not going to last much longer.”
She nods in understanding and rips the knife from his chest. “Say hello to Momma and Papa,” she states, then thrusts the knife back in, sawing it down his body as she opens him up.
He’s gone before she’s finished, his eyes dimmed and lifeless.
The knife clatters to the floor and she turns to me. She is a blood-soaked vision, an avenging angel in all her glory. The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
