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JAX

Agony contorts Stephen’s face as the cat-o-nine tail lands on his torn-up back, blood spraying over Kai holding the whip.Can You Hear Me Nowby The Score plays loudly in the background, Loki dancing around like a fucking insane person as the lyrics ramp us all up to a state of fury.

I lift my gaze to Kai, watching as he observes his handiwork with a cold detachment that’s fucking scary. His chest is bare and glistening with crimson drops and splatter covering his face as he brings the whip down again.

Stephen struggles against his binds, crying out around his gag, but Ash tied him up good, hanging from the basement ceiling as Kai requested, so the fucking paedo isn’t going anywhere. The beast inside me purrs in approval at the bastard finally getting what he deserves. Kai meting out the punishment that his uncle gave him all those years ago is the icing on the cake.

Tears track down the man’s face, fucking pathetic sack of shit. He’s saying something, and Ash steps forward, removing his gag.

“What was that, Stephen?” he asks, and a dark bark of laughter bursts out of me at Ash’s tone. It’s like we’re in one of those shitty board meetings at Black Knight HQ, his tone bored and unemotional.

“P–p–please,” Stephen rasps out, the whites of his eyes showing as he looks at Ash.

“Did you listen to a small boy’s pleas, Stephen?” Ash questions and his voice is fucking arctic, his hand fisting in Stephen’s hair. He holds his grip as another hit lands on the man’s back, and we all relish in his loud scream, the sound unhindered by the gag.

Roughly, Ash lets go, stepping away and leaving bloody shoe prints on the concrete floor. Luckily, he’s wearing his father’s shoes, we all are except Kai who has plastic shoe covers over the top of his. Gotta keep up appearances and all that, footwear marks are evidence after all.

There’s a loud sound of wet leather and metal hitting the floor as Kai drops the whip out of his gloved grasp. Casually, he strolls over to the workbench, and I watch, my arms folded as he picks up a pair of bolt croppers, a small blowtorch, and pliers. Turning, he catches my gaze, and there’s no warmth there. A demon stares back at me, calling to my own, and when he holds out the blowtorch in a gloved hand, I don’t hesitate.

I walk up to my brother, and with my own double-gloved hand, take it from him, knowing what he wants. Giving the pliers to Loki as he walks past, Kai strides to face his uncle, the man broken and bleeding, sagging in his chains before him. Stephen lifts his head, his wide eyes taking in his nephew and the bolt croppers he’s holding.

“You forced your disgusting dick inside me when I was a child, when I thought that you were my savior, but soon discovered you were nothing but a monster,” Kai tells him, his voice deep and rough, and my hand tightens around the blowtorch at his words. “So I thought that I’d cut it off.”

Stephen struggles, and I wrinkle my nose as piss springs out from the appendage, the smell adding to that of blood in the room. Fucking disgusting.

“Y–you won’t get away with t–this!” he cries, his voice hoarse and cracked.

“Yes, we will,” Kai answers. “Loki.”

Loki steps forward, grabbing the end of Stephen’s dick with the pliers, and Stephen lets out a cry of pain as Loki pulls it out. It doesn’t go far, small dicked motherfucker. Although, I guess if someone had my cock in pliers, I might not be showing them all I have to offer.

“Doubt you’ll miss this much, Stephen,” Loki comments, clearly thinking the same as me.

I light the blowtorch, Stephen’s eyes darting to me as I step up close.

“You didn’t think we were going to let you die that easily, did you?” I ask him, my voice low and dark. I laugh.

Rest in Peaceby Dorothy starts to play, and I arch a brow at Loki.

“It’s the perfect song for revenge torture!” he argues, his head bobbing with the rock music.

“Fucking madman.” I chuckle, turning my stare to Kai.

“This,” Kai tells Stephen, opening the cutters and placing them around the base of Stephen’s dick, “is going to hurt.”

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LILLY

“Aaarrrggghhh!”

My scream echoes around the room as wave after wave of agony rips through my body, barely letting me breathe.

The pads that Mai placed on the floor cushion my knees as I kneel, my upper torso resting on the seat of the sofa as I grip Roman and Rowan’s hands so tightly I’m surprised I’ve not broken them.

“That’s it, Lilly!” Mai encourages me from behind. “I can see baby’s head, breathe deeply and let your body do its thing.”

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