Page 8 of The Bones We Break
Turning my back to the table of killer toys, I stride back over to the whore who’s still whimpering to herself before coming to stand in front of her, proceeding to run the blade around her waist as I circle her, her pale skin breaking slightly but not enough to cause major damage. She lifts her head at the sharp contact of the knife, fresh tears begin to spill over her lower lids, the fat water droplets rolling down her face, leaving streaks in their wake through the filth and grime that’s caked onto her pale skin. The whore has been down here for a couple of days, only living on bits of bread and water to keep her alive. She must be exhausted, but that’s not my problem. Her lifeless eyes bore into mine, like endless voids that silently plead for me to end this before it’s even begun. Her rapid breaths fire out of her nose causing gloopy strings of snot to gather on her upper lip. Gross. Her wordless pleas are music to my ears.
I continue to circle her, digging the knife deeper into her flesh everytime I go around. The skin starts to splay open until her pink meat is on show. How many times would it take me to go around her until she’s cut clean in half? The question has me chuckling to myself as she throws her head back in pain, her greasy locks sticking to her face. More tears start to raindown her face, her chest rising in rapid succession. She begins to scream behind the gag but the tattered material catches the noise. No one can hear her. No one is coming for her. She’s mine to play with. She’s mine to break. This bitch is a means to end for me, a source of entertainment. Like all women are.
Walking back over to the table behind her I scour the contents for something else to brand her with. My eyes catch on a cloth and bottles of bleach, an idea instantly springing to life in my mind. I grab the items I need and make my way back over to her then proceed to soak the cloth in bleach before yanking the bitch’s head back with her hair, her neck cracking under the force. I place the soaked material over her already gagged mouth and nose, the weight of the cloth now that it’s wet closes in on her precious airways. Her frail body starts to buck and shake in the chains, the cloth is being sucked in and out of her nostrils as she tries to breathe, the chains rattling above her head, clanging together loudly. I keep her head pulled back as I pour the chemical substance over the cloth, drowning her slowly. The greasy cunt sputters and coughs as she ingests the toxic liquid, her eyes squeezing shut tightly as she chokes on the bleach.
God, I could fucking come at the sight of her.
Under my mercy, I keep pouring until she has no choice but to swallow the thick liquid, it’s probably burning her from the inside out. Ripping the cloth away from her face, I pull the gag out of her mouth and she instantly expels the bleach and the small amount of food that’s been resting in her stomach. The yellow bile rises up out of her mouth until it pours over her chin and neck like an acid volcano. Instantly I step back before the chunks of sour bread hit my shoes, the slimy liquid and sour aroma perforate my senses.
“Please.. Please, no more! I’m begging you!” Her voice iscroaky and dry. “Let me go, please, you don’t have to do this!” Her desperate cries echo around the cold room. Silently, I lift my head from the mass of acid sick on the floor to look her dead in the eyes before speaking to her, my tone deadly and sharp.
“You see, that’s where you’re wrong. I don’t just have to do this, but I want to do this. So you can beg and cry and sob, but it’s not going to change the situation you’re in, sweetheart.”
I almost see a flash of defeat in her eyes before it’s gone, then she raises her chin at me in defiance.
“You disgusting piece of shit!” Her tone burned with pure anger and disgust. She rears her head back before she fires a blob of spit from her mouth, the slimy substance landing on my face before it starts to slide down onto my chin. How fucking dare this bitch! I let out a shallow breath, attempting to channel my anger before I raise my arm and swing, the back of my hand finding contact with her face. The crack of the slap reverberates around the room causing her head snaps to the side, dark blood pools in her mouth before it trails out and onto her shoulder in a thin line. Lifting my hand again, I grab her jaw in a bruising grip, squeezing her lips together until her teeth cut into the meaty flesh of her mouth.
“I should bleed you fucking dry for that you cunt.”
My face inches away from hers, spittle flies from between my teeth onto her bruised face. I shove her face away from me, step around her then grab the meat hook that’s laying on the table. The heavy steel filling my hand as I wrap my fingers around the horizontal bar with the hook in between my fingers, like a pirate’s hook. The daunting weapon catches her eyesight and she instantly cowers away, tucking her face into the crook of her arms in fear.
“I think that little act of defiance you showed me just thenneeds to be punished, what do you say? Hm. Where should I put this hook? In your pussy or your ass?” I taunt, cruelly.
“Now.. before you give me your answer, just know, this will be going inside you, in any of the holes I see fit.” Her eyes widen like a deer caught in headlights and I thrive on her fear, her frightened scent bursts through her pores like a sweet nectar. She begins to violently throw herself around, hoping to shake free from her confines but she’ll never escape me. This is the end of the road for her.
True fear is beginning to show on her features.
“Why are you doing this?!” She pleads, probably hoping that I’ll give her a somewhat decent answer, that I have some sort of humanity left in me. But she’s wrong. My soul left my body the moment I started doing this. I circle around her again, digging the hook into her already open wounds that the knife left behind. The sharp tip snags on her fleshy fat and she screams, fuck, I love it. Coming back round to the front of her again, I slowly dragged the hook down her exposed stomach, over the apex of thighs, just barely grazing her pussy.
“You wanna know why I’m doing this?” I ask her, genuinely curious to see if she wants the answer whilst rubbing the hook between her slit, catching her clit with the sharp tip every time I reach the top. She nods profusely, her teeth crashing together in her mouth. My empty hand takes a hold of her face again, gently cupping her jaw in my palm, her body betrays her as she begins to melt into my touch as I bring my lips to the shell of her ear. She stills for a moment.
“Because I can.” The moment the words leave my mouth, I’ve gouged the hook into her pussy. The colour drains from her face instantly, her mouth agape. The horror forever etched into her features at my betrayal. Keeping my grip on her face I force the hook deeper into her cavity, forcing it past the meatywalls of her cunt. Blood starts to pool on my hands, making the weapon slippery. She tries to speak, but her words are no longer there.
“Pl.. Please.. I.. I..”
I bring my mouth away from her face and tilt my head to the side, taking in her last moments, etching the scene to memory for me to reminisce on.
“It’s always the same with you women isn’t it. Begging. Crying. Moaning. Good for nothing, pieces of shit.” I taunt then tighten my grip on the hook and yank downwards in one swift movement. The whore’s reproductive system splats to the floor with a wet smack, the crimson liquid pissing out of her gaping hole. Immediately her head drops between her shoulders like a dead weight as she slowly starts to bleed out all over the floor.
Moving my feet, I step away from the lifeless meat sack, feeling pleased with my work. I already know my father will be proud of me.
***
Present Day.
I have Annabelle exactly where I want her.
Leaving her dumbfounded at the elevator was priceless. She recognised me instantly from the moment I walked into her boss’s office and tipped her world upside down. It’s funny to think that only a couple of days ago, my fingers were knuckle deep into her virgin pussy, and now I’m her client. I needed a solid plan to insert myself into her life and paying Brandon Franklin, head and CEO of Franklin and Co a stupid amount of money for a bogus case was the perfect cover.
I know what you’re thinking, why go to all this trouble when I could just drag her off the street and have my way with her? Well, I’m more than capable of doing such a thing but, I wantto taunt her, I want her crawling the walls with need, I want her so desperate to fall for me that when I finally break her, it will be devastatingly beautiful to witness. She’s a means to an end, nothing more. Yeah I’ll probably get to fuck her multiple times but once I’ve discarded of her, I’ll move onto the next one.
Iwillhave her. I will own her soul, her body, her sanity. Everything about her will be mine. I’ve paid a fuck ton of money to a fake case to secure her, and I won’t have it wasted.
Over the course of the week I’ve been in contact with Annabelle over email discussing the case, being the ever charming man that I am. I’ve wormed my way in a little bit more like a parasite, asking about her day, what’s her favourite coffee order, her favourite food. You know, showing interest and Lord is she eating the attention up. She’s starved for it and what kind of man would I be if I wasn’t the one to give it to her. I’ve even asked her out to dinner. I’ve never taken a woman to dinner in my life, but if I want something badly, I’m going to do what I can to get it. I know it’s strictly against guidelines for clients to date employees but I know her boss won’t deny it, after all, winning my case will give him the fucking rock hard ego boost he thinks he deserves. I could show him a few things on the art of getting what you want.
My flirty and charismatic persona has obviously won Annabelle over as she agreed to my date this evening. I haven’t mentioned that I was the one to make her come on that crowded dance floor, I’ll be keeping that morsel of information to myself. A little bargaining chip if you will, and she hasn’t given her theory away about knowing it was me either. I won’t give her that answer, we can play this forbidden game for as long as I want.
I don’t have to pick Annabelle up for a couple more hours, so what better way to entertain myself than to drop in on my futurein-laws. After all, I will have my debt paid. One way or another.
