Page 119 of Like An Animal
“There. It looks perfect,” she mutters before standing up so we can see her handiwork.
Nikolai probably won’t recognize the design, but I do. She carved Massimo’s face painting from our band onto Isaac’s faceand added the word “MURDERER” across his forehead with “PEDOPHILE” cut into his jaw.
Massimo loved the LED purge mask design so much that it was what he chose for his face paint design.
This is truly poetic.
“You psychotic bitch,” Isaac mutters before spitting out a mouthful of blood.
“Does anyone have a lighter?” she asks. “I need to heat up the blade.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my Zippo before handing it over to her. “Thank you.” She holds out the knife while flipping open the lighter. She runs the flame under the blade as the metal starts to change colors from the heat.
“What are you going to do?” Isaac almost cries from looking at the heated blade, but she just grins.
“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. I’m going to cut out your tongue, but I don’t want you to bleed out just yet so we’re going to cauterize it.” She looks at me with a small smile across her face and she’s never looked as sexy as she does when she’s murderous.
She’s truly vicious and it makes me want to fuck her in his blood.
“Will you help me hold his mouth open?” she asks and she doesn’t need to ask me twice.
“No! Stop!” Isaac thrashes about as I walk over and pry his mouth open. He tries to kick about but it doesn’t do him any favors.
Bron sets down the lighter before she reaches into his mouth, pulling out his tongue. The smell of burning flesh permeates the air as she slices through his tongue. He screams while she cuts away. Once she’s done, she drops his tongue on the table in front of him. He grunts and cries like a little bitch as she leans over the table, not caring if she gets covered in his blood.
“Why the long face? Be glad I didn’t do to you what I did to my father. Trust me. I split him from…” she points the knife toward his stomach. “...naval to…” before poking the tip of his nose with the sharp end. “...nose. It was quite the sight. I think you would’ve appreciated it. I also turned his cock from an outie to an innie and turned his balls into a nice little bow. There were a few other things, but I wanted to cause as much pain as possible before I killed him. The same went for Kathy. However, I don’t think shit like that would work on you. Your pride is everything, but I do think you need a taste of your own medicine.” Then, she grabs his hair and slams his face hard into the table, crushing his cheek against the surface.
“We wouldn’t happen to have a shotgun, would we?”
I smirk. I have no clue what she wants a shotgun for, but I’m not about to tell my wife no. If she wants to torture him with it, I’ll give it to her.
I returnwith the shotgun and hand it over to Bron before taking a step back, letting her do her thing. She carries it as she walks around behind Isaac and he thrashes around.
That’s when it clicks what she plans to do with it and I grin.
There are very few people in the world that I would think deserves something like this… and he’s on that list.
Bron leans the shotgun against the wall before grabbing around Isaac’s waist, working at his pants. He keeps fighting her.
“Come on, Isaac. I heard you were an ass man,” I quip as I lean against the opposite wall and he screams, unable to say any coherent words without his tongue.
“Oh, he is, but only when it's not his ass up for grabs.”
Bron yanks down his pants to his knees before she grabs the shotgun. “What is it you always used to say, Isaac? It will only hurt for a second? Am I getting that right?” Then she wedges the barrel of the gun between his cheeks before using her leg to push it forward.
The scream he lets out has the power to burst eardrums as he fights.
“You can take it. You did worse to me for four fucking years at least once a week. Then, you did it through most of my pregnancy. If I could take it, so can you, asshole.”
Then, she rips it out of his ass before walking around the table, holding the gun with the barrel covered in blood.
Isaac collapses on the table, his mouth wide open as he struggles to catch his breath.
“It’s not so fun when it’s you, is it?” Bron hisses at him before grabbing his hair, lifting his head off the table. “Now, be a good whore and suck it clean.” She does the most shocking thing and shoves the barrel into his open mouth, still covered in his blood and particles of shit.
He gags and tries to pull away, but he can’t. So she lets go of his hair and forces his lips closed around the barrel before dragging his mouth up and down the metal. “We can’t have it getting rusty. Fucking suck it or I’ll shoot it down your throat!”
With shame, disgust, and tears running down his face, he does what she says until she rips it out of his mouth.
“You disgust me, bitch.”
