Page 65 of Broken Queen
“Yes.” I shoved my hands forward. “Go on. Do it.”
Hazard narrowed his eyes. “You want the board, right? If I kill him, then the rest of the Syndicate will take over and you won’t have any say in the new leadership. But when he wakes up, I’ll be gone, and you can claim that you saved him from me.”
I rolled my eyes, hiding behind my sarcastic expression, when inside, I was burning with warmth. Even after all of the awful things we had said, he still wanted to help me.
“You were right,” I said. “I was never going to get on the board anyway.”
“But if I’m still on the board, I can help you get on the board. That’s what a king does for his queen.”
I huffed through my nose, the sweetness of the gesture almost sickening, but nice too. In another lifetime, maybe the board could have worked out like that.
My father stirred, and this time, I kicked him in the face with the toe of my boot, and he wheezed in pain. Hazard laughed, and that casualness stirred something inside of me.
It must have been love. I liked making Hazard laugh.
Hazard quickly straddled my father and pistol-whipped him until he was knocked unconscious again.
“Let’s kill him together. You’ve got any ideas?” I asked.
“Fuck yeah, I do.”
Hazard was like a manic artist, cutting through my father’s clothes, then lifting the top half of the lunette to place my father’s neck in the head hole of the guillotine. “For you, my love,” Hazard said. He held out a padlock with a single key. I quickly latched it around the ring, locking my father’s head in the device. I slipped the key into my back pocket, then the head hole choked my father to consciousness. He gargled, then got on his hands and knees, struggling to stand.
“What is the meaning of this?” my father yelled. “Get me out of this thing!”
After years of being raped and tortured and dismissed and belittled all in the name of a secret society that he loved more than he ever loved me or my mother, I should have said how much I hated him, but instead, I angled my head at the sex machine, ignoring his cries.
“You know what that is?” I asked Hazard, motioning at the sex machine. My father’s wails and screams were incoherent. Hazard lazily kicked his stomach, getting him to shut up.
“Dildo?” Hazard asked.
“Not just that,” I said. I showed him the controls in the back of the machine. “These are your typical settings, right? Fast. Slow. Shallow. Deep. But this one—” I pointed at a red button with a black dot in the center, “—this one penetrates you deeper and deeper until it impales you with a dildo and the metal rod.”
Hazard’s smile grew, reminding me of a wolf, and he kissed my lips, shoving his tongue inside of me. My insides blazed like a furnace, and I wanted to get this over with so we could enjoy each other.
But I wanted to enjoy the murder too. We both did.
“You’re an evil genius,” Hazard said, shouting over the screams.
I winked. “Care to do the honors?” I asked, gesturing at the sex machine.
Hazard shook his head. “You have to do it,” he said. “This is all yours, Zira.”
Pride filled me with a buzzing sensation, and for the first time since we had left the catacombs, I felt like I was myself again. I squeezed Hazard’s hand, then walked forward. Hazard and I pushed the sex machine forward until I could position the dildo right at my father’s ass. The dildo was firm and unforgiving, with a sharp, tapered head, almost like a thick silicone knife. Hazard spread my father’s hairy, red ass apart, and I beamed down at his dark hole.
I couldn’t count the times he had raped me there.
All I had was this one moment, and it wasn’t even me, but a machine.
Revenge was a bitch, wasn’t it?
I shoved the tip inside of his sphincter and my father wheezed, tears running down his face. The phallus hadn’t even gone past his rings of muscles, and he was already crying like a baby.
Then again, it was thick.
I grabbed the remote from the guillotine, then kneeled down in front of my father. Finally, he hushed, trying so hard to stop his tears. The little wimp.
“You have a choice,” I said. I put the remote in his palm, then curled his fingers around it. “You can let the machine penetrate you until it impales you, or you can let the guillotine chop off your head. Not sure if you changed the settings for tonight.” I winked. My father’s face hung down low, whimpers coming from his chest. “Maybe you wanted to play this game with me for Hazard’s sacrifice. Is that it? You changed the settings so that I’d die on the first click of the remote.”
