Page 51 of Crowned Queen (Blood Empire 2)

“No need to waste,” Queenie says, her voice low and husky, and filled with lust. My eyes snap to hers as she gently takes the knife from me and slowly licks the blade clean of my blood. She hands it back to me and I take it as she grasps my hand, bringing my bloody thumb up to her mouth. She locks me in her gaze, her eyes keeping my attention as she sucks my thumb into her mouth. She swirls her tongue around my thumb, lapping at the cut, getting every last drop she can.

I groan, feeling dizzy and drunk on the sensations she is stirring up in me as my cock throbs in my jeans. I’m seconds away from throwing her on the ground, ripping that bodysuit to the side, and thrusting my cock inside her dripping, sinful cunt. I want to pound her into the ground until she's raw and sore in the most delicious ways, and begging me for more.

“To be continued.” She winks as she pulls away from me. I whine in protest, hand reaching out to her receding back. I look down at my crotch. “Soon, buddy. Just hold on there. I promise we won’t die of blue balls no matter how much it feels like that right now.”

Eerie circus music starts to play as the lights dim, and a spotlight shines on the target. “Now, Pet, have your fun, do your worst, but do not kill him. I still have plans for him after this.” She pulls downward on the side of the target, making it spin like a prize wheel. It's not too fast, but as I watch it spin, I’m not sure if I'll be able to avoid the deadly blows.

My eyes watch him spin, spin, spin, trying to find my opening.

She makes her way back over, stepping up close to me. “Relax,” Queenie whispers, running her hand up my back. My body quivers at her touch, soaking in every feeling she gives me. “Deep breath and focus. Just like Brianna, only this target is moving. So it’s all about timing.”

She slides her hand down my arm and places her hand over mine, her pointer finger laying lightly on the blade. I look down, watching her eyeing up the target. “Focus,” she hisses, making me chuckle.

I let her glide my hand back before swinging it forward, and when she gently squeezes my hand, I let go, sending the knife flying through the air. I don't hear a thud against the wood like you normally should. Nope, that’s because we're not aiming for the wood to avoid the person on this target, we want it to hit him, and I did, right in the center of his abdomen. He howls against his ball gag and tries to recoil in on himself only to pull at the nails in his hand, making him scream more.

“There you go. Now you try on your own.” She grins up at me, holding out another knife. One after the other, I hit him. His thigh, his arms, and I just barely graze his dick. I was pretty pissed about that one. Queenie cheers and claps for every successful hit, making me beam with pride at her approval.

"My turn, my turn,” she says in an overly cheery voice, picking up the throwing stars. She starts dancing to the creepy melody playing, her body dipping and turning, and throwing the stars at random, not caring where she hits him on his body. “That was fun,” she says, grinning over at me. “Now come help me take him down.”

I jog over and try to figure out how I'm going to get the nails out of his hands.

“Fuck it.” I laugh. Pulling on one hand, then the other, the nail stays in place as I rip his hands away from wood. He screams against the ball gag, but then passes out. I repeat the same thing with his feet until he's a heap of flesh on the ground.

“Tie his hands together tightly around the wrists.” Queenie hands me a rope that's attached to a cable like the bodies that are still hanging above us charred to a crisp.

When I’m done, the cable starts to move until he's hanging a foot above the ground. Another rope falls from the sky, but this time there's a noose at the end of it. Harlow hums to herself as she slips the rope around his neck.

“Did you have fun?” she asks, smiling sweetly at me as she checks the strength of the rope.

“I did.” I grin back, biting my lip. “I do so enjoy making sick fuckers scream, cry, and bleed. But Beast gets off on more while I enjoy watching you do it. Seeing the glow in your eyes as you remove one more monster from this world is a true sight to see. Not to mention, it also makes me horny as fuck.”

She giggles. “I’m glad. And you know, Beast can come out to play sometimes too,” she says, her eyes growing heavy as she stares into mine. I growl at the sudden jealousy I have over my inner beast, and that he got to fuck my girl the way he did.

“Ourgirl,”he growls within.

Yeah, yeah, fucker.

“But, I think I’d like to play a little more with this guy,” she says looking up at the limp body before us. Queenie slaps his cheeks a few times. “Hey, wake up. I’m not done with you yet.”

The guy's eyes flicker open, landing on Queenie. They widen in fear again, and he starts to cry against the gag while trying to figure out a way to get down, but he only ends up looking like a fish out of water as he flops back and forth.

“There you are, silly,” Queenie says, sounding amused. “And here I thought you were going to miss the good part.” She slides out one of her daggers that's strapped to her thigh and brings it up to cut off his shirt.

“What are you doing?” I ask, eyes narrowing. I don't want her touching another man like this.

“Shhh. I need my canvas.” She shoos me away, making me take a few steps back. “So,” she says, looking up at the slimeball who can't seem to stop staring at her with pleading eyes. “You think it's fun to touch your child the way you do?” She lazily runs the blade up his chest. “You think you can just rape a little, five-year-old girl...” Queenie snarls, gripping the knife that I hit him with in the middle of his abdomen, and giving it a good twist, making him cry out in pain. “Then beating her to a bloody pulp to keep her quiet? You make me sick.” Queenie spits in the fucker’s face.

Don’t ask me why, but that was fucking hot.Maybe she will spit on me.Beast growls within my mind toshut the fuck upabout my dumbass inner ramblings. That asshole has the nerve to call me a sick fuck.I wasn't the one who hacked up a bunch of people.

“Fathers should be protecting their children from the evils of the world, not becoming the monsters that lurk in the shadows. Well, guess what?” Queenie rips out the knife, throwing it to the ground, and blood begins to gush out of his wound. Although, Queenie pays it no mind. “I’m your worst nightmare.”

A sense of calm slips over Queenie, as she starts to sing her own eerie version ofRing Around the Rosie.As she sings “Ring-a-ring-a-roses,” she digs the tip of her dagger into the guy’s flesh as she starts to carve around his nipple. During “A pocket full of posies,” she pulls the nipple off. The slick sound of the flesh separating makes me shudder, and then she flicks it at the target that he was just attached to, hitting it right in the middle.Bull’s-eye.

This is fucked-up and depraved... and I’m loving every minute of it. My heart is pounding, and my breathing increases as my cock throbs. I’m going to snap soon.

“Hush, hush,” she continues while carving out the other one, removing it from his body as well. “Hush, hush,” she repeats as it splats onto the target. Blood is trickling down his chest now from the two fucked up holes in his body.

Queenie brings the dagger up to the top part of his chest and starts to carve something into his flesh. “We’re all a tumbled down,” she finishes, revealing the carved-out word on his chest that spellsEvil. She starts carving again, and the guy is sobbing uncontrollably. The adrenaline he must be feeling right before his death that’s to come is the only thing keeping him awake. She starts the song all over again, and with every verse sung, she continues exacting justice for a defenseless, little girl.

“Ring-a-ring-a-roses.” Now the word rapist sits below evil. She doesn’t stop there though; the next is scum.

“A pocket full of posies.” Queenie places the tip of the blade against his wrist, adding pressure until it breaks the skin. Then she glides the blade all the way down his arm, leaving a gash as blood starts to flow down his arm like a river; down over his face and chest. “Hush, hush.” She moves to the next arm, doing the same thing, more blood flowing free like a waterfall. “Hush, hush.”

She takes one last look at him before pushing his head so that it flops back. Bringing the dagger up, she places the blade to his neck. “We’re all a tumbled down.” In one swift flick of her wrist, she glides the blade through his skin and muscle, slicing his neck open. Ruby red, life juice starts to sputter out, hitting her chest and face. She grabs a remote off the table and presses a button. The cable holding him releases, making the body drop a few inches and the noose around his neck tighten. The rope slips in between the cut in his throat, and after a few moments, it cuts through the rest of his neck, making it come completely detached from the rest of his body. Both the head and the body tumble to the ground, and I can hear the guys gag behind me as the head rolls in their direction.

“Good thing the bastard got a weekly blood test and is clean, or this would be very unfortunate,” Queenie says, taking a step back to look at me. She looks like a work of art. “So, now that that is done, whatever shall I do next?”

The sounds of footsteps leaving shows that Queenie’s people know when they are no longer wanted or needed because now we’re going to fuck. It's gonna be hard, fast, and oh so dirty.“About fucking time,”Beast growls from within.I feel you, dude, trust me, so does Beast, Jr.

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