Page 11 of Sinner: Before Rain
Then using my hands, I spread the blood coming from the cuts over his chest, like a piece of art, my art. Rubbing it over his erect nipples, into his coarse chest hair, and up his throat.
Joe’s eyes lazily open, briefly before closing again.
Rolling my eyes, he’s one of the weakest I’ve had the pleasure of destroying.
I left his boxers on as I have no interest in seeing his small dick or being anywhere around his pissy underpants. His work trousers were bad enough.
The next toy I bring out is a miniature version of a bear trap. I built this myself, as the regular-size one is too big for what I need it for. Pulling it out of my bag, it’s in its closed position. Stepping back up to the table where my new pal, Joe lies, I press down on the latch and pry the clamps open. Each side of the clamp isdecorated with sharp spikes, so when it closes, it impales whatever it captures.
I think it’s time for dear Joe to wake up.
Placing the device over his thigh muscles, I push it down. The pressure of his leg pushing into the flat metal piece in the middle triggers the clamps to close. The spikes penetrate through his skin and muscles, and a loud scream erupts, echoing in the cave.
“Welcome back, Joe!”
Whimpers and mumbles of self-pity exit his mouth. “Why? Why?” Can be faintly made out, thanks to his lack of tongue he can no longer speak properly.
Rolling my eyes, I don’t respond.
His leg trembles from the impact. Blood begins to seep out from where the spikes are embedded.
Pride radiates from my chest as I take in the sight before me.
“That’s enough, clean this up. Members are starting to arrive.” Maxton instructs from behind me.
Before I remove the device, I smile at the idea that enters my head. Reaching down, I grab my bat. Lifting it above my head, I slam it down onto the miniature trap, causing the spikes to move inside his leg and through his muscle. More screams fill the room as I continue to beat down on it.
Before stepping back, I look up at the pathetic sight and slam my bat down against his wrist once, twice, three times. Bones crack as I continue to pound into him, and my vision starts to fade to black. But Istop myself before I can become fully entranced in the moment.
Pulling back, I drop my bat, grab my scissors and pliers, and toss them into my open bag. Next, I unlatched the trap from his leg. As the spikes pull out, more blood erupts from him.
Satisfied, I close it back up and add it back to the bag, doing it up and throwing it over my shoulder. Grabbing my bat next, I turn around and head towards the arched entrance where Maxton still remains.
“Do I need to come back, or will you bleed him out?” I casually ask.
Looking at me, his voice is deep. “No dagger tonight, The Dark One requests he goes slowly. A job well done, Elijah. You can go home.”
I don’t acknowledge his words, I don’t need his praise. I need to kill. I need to torture. It’s why I humor this bullshit.
Adrenaline courses through me, I’m not going home.
I’m going to fuck.
Chapter
Seven
ELIJAH - AGE EIGHTEEN
It’s no secret in town what I do.
Who I do it for.
And what I am capable of, given the opportunity.
This has automatically made me the center of desperate pussy’s attention.
This evening, which has now turned into the early hours of the morning, kept me busy.
