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“How many girls have you raped over the years, Chuck?”
He shook his head back and forth weakly until I clicked the trigger on the blowtorch, shooting a three-inch flame out of the tip and held it in front of his face. Then he finally found the energy to talk.
“I don’t know!” He screamed. “They all ran together after a while.”
“Well, he’s honest, at least.” Ryker deadpanned. “Finally.”
“Dozens?” I adjusted the flame on the torch, lengthening it. “A hundred? More?”
“I don’t know!” He yelled, panicking again.
“Try.” Jed warned. “Make an effort here, Chucky. You’re ruining my fun.”
“Hundreds!” Charles snapped finally, “Thousands!” His bleary eyes found mine, and he held my stare like a man would, but we knew he was anything but. “Is that what you want? I fucked thousands of women over the years! Thousands of young bitches who cried and begged for me to stop! But you know what?” He sneered, and I already knew what he was doing. He was baiting me, and before he even finished his thought, I knew he was going to make me want to kill him for whatever he said. “Yours was my favorite.” Rage. “She cried so fucking prettily for me to start with. And then she learned that made me fuck her harder, so then she started playing along how I liked. She learned to beg for it. She would get on her hands and knees the second I walked in the room and spread her legs for me, begging me to fuck her!”
I lowered the flame to his shriveled-up little dick, making him scream in agony as I stared at his contorted face while I melted his skin and flesh from his body. His body rocked as he hung from his chains, the smell of burning flesh assaulting my senses, still I stared directly into his soulless eyes.
“Well, now we don’t have to worry about that ever happening again. Do we?” I lowered the flame to his balls, melting each of them and then continued dragging my flame across his body. Sure, dousing him in lighter fluid and igniting him would have sped up the process, but that wasn’t the point.
The point was for him to have a long, long time to regret what he did to Laila before death finally took him. I could feel the grimreaper standing in the room, ready to take him, so I kept burning him. Melting his flesh from his bones until it dripped onto the floor at my feet.
The others were silent as I killed him by boiling him inch by inch. I imagined every moment of pain he inflicted on my perfect brown-eyed girl the entire time I hurt him. I held space for her pain, while I gave him his.
A hand laid on my shoulder after a while, and I let the trigger go, killing the flame as I stood up to my full height, the mark of my torch sizzling across Charles’s eyes.
“He’s dead.” Ryker said easily from my side, and I flicked my gaze to the monitor on the wall displaying his vital signs.
“Finally.” I replied, setting the torch down.
“And her?” Jed asked, nodding to the one-eyed woman who abused Kade over four days before we found him.
“You can decide.” I stared my friend in the eye. “My gift.”
“To get revenge for my nephew?” Jed said, turning to face the woman who once thought she was invincible. “Hmm, I’m thinking meat grinder.”
“Nice choice.” Ryker added as Jed pulled the industrial-size meat grinder from the wall. “Feet first, of course.”
“Of course.” Jed said, flicking the button and turning the machine on. I sat down in the chair along the wall and watched silently as they used the hydraulic lift to lower the vile woman into the machine, her screams stopped about the time the blades made it to the tops of her thighs.
The machine stopped when she was completely gone, and finally there was only silence in my mind.
My demons had been fed. Revenge had been served. And the scores had been tipped back in our favor.
And all I wanted to do was lay eyes on the two people I belonged to, in their peaceful slumber. I’d destroy the world while they slept just like this, every single night, if that was what it took to keep them safe and happy.
Chapter 30 – Laila
Ifelt his presence, even in my dream sleep, and I reached for him with my eyes closed. Months ago, fear would have engulfed me as I imagined a shadowy figure lurking above me in bed. Now though, the only shadow that got near me was Zeke’s darkness, and it turned out I craved him.
I didn’t open my eyes as his naked body pressed against mine from behind, arms and legs entangling around me to pull me impossibly close to him. His skin smelled like soap, but not his. Which meant he had showered at the shop before he came to me.
Turning in his embrace, I laid a kiss against his jaw as I finally cracked my eyes open. It was still dark, and I was glad he was with me before sunrise. “I love you.” I whispered.
His reply came in the form of his lips on mine, hungry and powerful, possessing me as his hands roamed my body. “I love you.” He replied finally as he rolled me onto my back, with him instantly finding that place between my thighs that he fit perfectly.
I was wet from his release earlier, and he slid right in without another word. We didn’t need them though, our bodies knew how to communicate.
He took me slowly, torturously slow, rocking his thick, veined cock into me from root to tip while he sucked and bit my skin, leaving marks and soothing ones from before. I tipped my head back and silently cried out his name as I came for him, giving in to his pleasures as he followed me over the edge.
