Page 70 of Seduction

Boy, this was some good shit I took. It really nailed me in the ass hard. I must have gotten into Cord’s stash of edibles this time because my shit never does me this fucking dirty.

I groan and go to roll over, but my hands are stuck behind my back.

“Knock it off, Ollie, or I’ll fuck your ass into next week for this shit,” I growl, trying to pull my arms free.

“Don—Don’t—FUCK—DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME!”

My eyes fly open to a dank ass basement and Matty boy long past the point of losing his shit. He’s currently dangling from the ceiling in chains secured to a water pipe so it’s no wonder he’s losing his mind. He hates to be touched and there’s not a doubt in my mind that those chains are fucking with him hard.

“Mom, pleaseeeee! Don’t do this to me! I swear it wasn’t me! I didn’t fucking take your shit!” Mathias scream out, eyes hazed over.

Oh, hell no. He’s stuck in his goddamn past right now. That answers a lot about him though. Wish I could bring dear ol’ mommy Mathias back from the dead so I could rip out her spine to use as a fishing rod. Never been fishing before, so what a hell of a way to start.

Focusing on myself for a moment, I take in the fact that I’m hogtied on the floor with rope.

Goddamn amateurs, I swear to fuck. I mean not to toot my own horn or anything, but we all know who the deadliest one of this fucked up bunch is.

I test the knots securing my binds, and chuckle. Seems like whoever tied up Wrath was scared shitless even with me passed the fuck out.

The rusty door on the other side of the room opens and two dumbasses walk in. “Good morning princesses,” the first one says, before decking Mathias across the face. My heckles rise as Mathias cries out, begging for his mom to stop. So, spine for a fishing pole isn’t enough for the already dead cunt. Got it.

Fuck, at this point, the only one that has a chance of bringing him back is Haliee. God, I miss my Doll. If they lay a hand on her, I’m going to have a lot of spinal fishing poles.

Might even mount some of their skulls on my wall as trophies.

“Where’s the girl?” the second asshole says.

“You gotta be kidding me, right? Who exactly do you think I am?” I ask, genuinely curious about this predicament we’re in.

“You’re the lazy one, Sloth, is it? Figured you’d be fine while we fuck around, cutting up the violent one for a bit,” he states confidently, and the other guy clicks open a knife and walks towards Mathias.

A deep demonic laugh erupts from my very soul. I throw my head back, undoing the knots and letting them drop away. “You fucked up and I’m gonna to enjoy this.” I launch at him from across the room, snatching the knife from the other dumbass as I go.

Mathias’ screams fuel me as I sink the blade into the guy’s stomach, relishing in his scream of fear and pain. My eyes roll in the back of my head as I’m gifted with the first whiff of blood and death.

“Pity the fool who thought he could kill death,” I snarl, before I yank the knife up and watch in delight as his intestines spill from his body.

His buddy lets out a fearful yelp, but I’m far from done with him. I snatch up part of the first guys big intestine and stalk my next play toy. It’s been quite some time since I got to play this messy. Doll doesn’t like it when I get all bloodied up and shit, so I plan to make it count.

I back him up into the corner of the room, checking that Mathias is semi ok as I go. He’s got one hell of a bruise forming on his jawline, but otherwise seems unharmed. This dumbass has no idea what I’m about to do to him and he’s too frozen in his fear to run.

I run the blade coated in his friend’s blood down the front of his throat, kissing his skin with it as I go. “Seems like the more of you that come for us, the dumber you get. I wonder how pretty you’d look wearing your skin inside out?” He starts full body sobbing. “Beg me.”

“P—Ple—-please don’t,” he squeaks like the fucking rat he is.

My smile widens, and I bring the blade down right through his chest, feeling far too giddy as his broken gasps fill the air.

“There’s my mercy. It’s the same you showed to my brother. You don’t fuck with my family,” I rumble as the light fades from his eyes.

Gripping the intestine in my hand, I stalk towards the door and tie it shut, completely ignoring the rope I escaped from.

If anymore assholes come into this room, they will be met with blood and gore, and hopefully they’ll be too terrified to even think about coming in.

I walk back to his body and start checking his pockets for keys, grinning when my hand connects on a set.

“Matt, I need you to focus, big man. There’s no way to get you out of those chains if I can’t touch you. Do you understand?” I say gently, approaching my brother who has given up pleading, and is now silently crying, awaiting whatever fate his mother would serve him.

“What would my Doll do here? Fuck, I’m not Torren to command you, or even Cord to coddle you. Maybe I can get that guy’s heart and play hackie-sack with it. That’ll snap your giant ass out of this,” I mutter to myself.

---