Page 67 of Beautiful Revenge

“Why? It’s protein.” She shrugs it off, grabbing the glass of water that Philip must keep on the nightstand and adding a bit of it to the blender.

“Sure. Protein,” Dylan gags into our earpieces, making her giggle. “I think I just became a vegetarian for the foreseeable future.”

He’s not the only one.

“Hold his head still so he’s forced to watch this,” she directs me, and I nod.

“No! Fuck, please don’t. I can’t. I can’t!” He starts pulling against the restraints again before howling in pain.

Briar just laughs and turns the blender on once I’m holding the asshole’s head in place. He throws up as he watches his dick turn into some fucked up version of a mincemeat smoothie.

Once it’s blended the way she wants it, she shuts it off. “Oh, good. You threw up before I forced it down your throat. Perfect!” she says happily, and Dylan gags into our ear again.

I watch as she pours the mixture into the glass, the colour and consistency enough to have me wanting to puke with Philip. But I don’t.

“Time to drink your smoothie!” She moves the glass to his mouth, forcing it open and pouring some in before forcing his jaw shut so he can’t spit it out.

He starts fighting even harder against my hold, trying to get away from her. When he goes to spit it out, she pushes even hard on his jaw, making his teeth grind.

“You either drink your own dick, Phil, or I’m going to go into the garage and grab your hammer and nails,” Briar threatens.

He shakes his head, trying to say no.

“Drink it, you sick fuck! Or your balls are about to become a pincushion!” she yells.

He roughly swallows the first mouthful down, crying hysterically.

She repeats this over and over again until he’s almost finished drinking it when Dylan’s voice has us freezing in place.

“Brie, you need to come out here right now. Let Devon finish him off while I explain what’s just happened, but we need to go,” Dylan croaks, clearly panicked.

“Tell me,” she says, banging the glass on the nightstand so hard it makes Phil jump.

“He’s grooming her, Brie. And your mother knows about it,” he whispers.

Briar lets out a scream of pure rage and looks at me. “Go. I’ll make sure he’s dead and meet you out there in a few,” I tell her, and she nods before taking off running.

“Make it fast, Devon,” Dylan says before it’s silent once again. The only sound in the room is Phil gagging and crying.

“You deserved everything she’s done to you,” I tell him. “Say it.”

“W-what?” he asks, clearly traumatized and dazed.

“Tell me you deserved everything she’s given you and more,” I order him, and he swallows roughly.

“I—I des-serve everything a—and more,” he chokes out.

“You’re lucky we ran out of time, asshole.” I punch him in the face before picking up the kitchen knife and looking him in the eye. “I hope they rape you in Hell, you sick fuck!”

It’s the last thing I say before slitting his throat and watch as the life drains from him. The moment he stops breathing, I make a run to the van.

For Dylan to stop her kill, it has to be bad.

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