Page 26 of The Devils Melody
“Please! I’ll talk! I’ll tell you whatever you want to know!”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “Is that so? Huh. What a shame. I was just starting to get to the fun part.” I line up the pliers with the next finger over, just to make sure he’s really ready to loosen those lips.
“You better start talking quick, once Kage starts pulling, he doesn’t want to stop.” Nox quips as he pulls up a chairand sits down, seemingly bored as if this is just another normal Wednesday night.
“I was just doing what I was told. T-they made me!”
I grip his finger with my pliers, shattering bone to dust and ripping the useless flesh off his hand, watching his blood spurt profusely onto the concrete some more. He might bleed out before my fun is over.
“We all have a choice, Frankie, and you chose wrong.” Nox deadpans, as he gets out of his chair to grab Frankie’s acid eaten hand, slaps it on the rolling cart, and uses the hammer to absolutely pulverize what was left of his hand. Nox doesn't stop, and neither does the screaming.
I swear my dick has never been harder than when I see Nox in his element. No one does it quite like he does. He could whip his cock out right now, and I would suck him off right here while kneeling in this man's blood. But we haven’t been together, just the two of us, since he first found out about my past. That first night, everything was perfect and I thought we’d finally be together but I don’t think he’s come to terms with his feelings or his sexuality as I have.
Now Nox will only play with me when a woman is involved, even though he’s fucked my ass before. Plenty of times. Once we start playing, anyone else fades into the background. But maybe things will be different now that we have our little bird.
“Well Frankie, the fun has only just begun! I have a special surprise for you!” I give Frankie my best psychotic smile, watching as his eyes continue to grow in terror. The thing about the way I torture is I don’t just stop whenever they feed me the information. Where’s the fun in that? I enjoy pushing them further, showing them zero mercy, because they never showed those kids any. You think theystop fucking them just because they’re good little kids that do whatever they tell them to? Fuck no. So why should I?
I make my way over to the appliance room, my smile only deepening as I stare at all my little friends. I grab my antique hand pump syringe that morticians used in the late 1800s and hold it up to the light. The instrument is large and shaped ironically similar to a metal dildo. It’s meant to have a tube attached to the end of it to inject fluids into body cavities, but it works just fine without the tube.
I begin to walk out of the appliance room when the glint of one of my special friends smiles at me, grasping my attention. A vintage Victorian egg topper. A tool I’ve been saving for many years. I found it at a small antique shop when I was seventeen, the teeth attached to the inside fascinated me. It was the perfect tool for a little slice and dice to one particular man's dick. I’ve been saving it ever since, patiently waiting for the moment I come face to face with the man who violated me.
Admiring my little friend one last time, I shut off the lights and make my way back to the main room.
Putting my gloves back on, I plunge the syringe into the canister filling it with the acid. Nox smiles at me, already knowing what’s about to happen.
“Oh, Frankie, you’re going to love this.” I taunt. “Nox, remove his cuffs, would ya?”
“W-what are you going to d-do to me? Are y-you gonna let me g-go?” Frankie blubbers, and I roll my eyes at his dumb ass question. The fuck he thinks this is?
“Quite the opposite, actually. Do I look like someone that’s going to just let you leave? Let me give you a hint. The answer is ‘no’. Nox, roll him on his stomach and pull down his pants.”
“K-Kevin,” he stammers. “His name isKevin something. I-I don’t know the last name, I swear! He runs the pickups, he handles the kids, I only deal with him through drops! Please!”
I let the silence stretch for a moment, watching the way he panics like a mouse caught in a trap. Then, I smile. Slow, deliberate, and cruel.
“So you’re the one kidnapping the kids and he’s the one moving them? Right. See? Was that so hard?”
Frankie sobs and slumps in the chair he’s chained to, his blood pooling around him. But we’re not done. Not quite yet.
“Nox. Stomach.”
“Wait, what? I told you what you wanted to know! Please! L-let me go!”
Nox releases his cuffs and picks him up by his arms, careful not to get too close to his acid-ridden hand. Frankie’s body starts flapping around in his grip like a fish out of water, but he’s no match for Nox’s strength. He drops him onto the floor on his stomach, Nox’s knee digging deep into Frankie’s back as he rips his pants and boxers off, showcasing his bare ass.
Holding the acid filled embalming syringe in the air, I stare at it as if it’s the most perfect piece of art I’ve ever laid my eyes on. Frankie is still trying to get out from under Nox’s knee, but it’s no use. He’s getting this syringe shoved up his ass whether he likes it or not, similar to how he likes to force himself onto kids without their consent.
“You ever been fucked in the ass before, Frankie?” He’s screaming so loud now, I have to yell over him just so he can hear me.
“I’ll take that as a no.” I deadpan, and Nox just laughs.
“Usually, it feels pretty damn good.” I glance over at Nox and give him a wink. “Today, not so much. Open upbig boy, this one’s going to sting.” I push Frankie's knees up to his chest and spread his cheeks, shoving the syringe as far as it’ll go without lube and inject the liquid. It’s actually pretty easy to get it in there, considering the acid is eating away at his ass with every second that passes. Frankie is wailing now as I pull the syringe out, watching as blood and tissue ooze out of his newly enlarged asshole and admire my work.
“Please! Please! Make it stop! Make it stop!”
I crouch down in front of Frankie, tilting my head and running my knife along his cheek. “For being such a good boy, I’m going to give you thirty more seconds to give me a location before I shove this here knife up your new asshole.”
Frankie’s head shoots up from where he lays, accidentally slicing his face against my blade.
