Page 41 of Beautiful Revenge

“Don’t be a sore loser, baby,” I tell him sweetly, and he smiles.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.”

I smile widely as I start back into Ian, striking him with my knife in shallower cuts until he’s crying openly, staring at me with wide eyes as I cut him up. Panic clear on his face when I stop stabbing him for a moment.

“Now that we’re warmed up,” I say, smiling when he begins to scream. “Devon, can you bring me the hammer and nails please?” I ask in the sweetest voice I can muster.

I love giving my prey whiplash, letting them think I’m two very different people. When their minds are so caught up in fight or flight mode, it makes them panic even more because they aren’t sure which side of me they’re going to see next.

I fucking love it.

Devon hands me the stainless steel hammer and bucket of nails. My gloved hands are covered in blood as I take them from him, and I smile, seeing it smudge against the silver.

“Would you shut up?” I say to Ian, not even looking at him.

I don’t want him to shut up. The exact opposite, really, but he reacts just how I thought he would. Screaming and thrashing around like an imbecile, making the blood flow from his cuts faster.

“Bleed for me. Your blood is your penance, you know,” I say, grabbing a nail from the bucket.

“Here,” Dev says, moving to pick up the bucket of nails before wrapping his arm around my hip and lifting me in the air.

“Always anticipating my needs,” I sigh happily. “Thanks!”

I line the nail up at the base of Ian’s pointer finger, but he screams and closes his fingers over it.

Sighing, I hand Devon the nail and hammer. “Can you hold this a sec?”

He nods, and I move quickly, snapping each and every one of his fingers backward on that hand, the bones breaking and driving him to madness. “Better,” I state, eyeing my handiwork.

His fingers are officially useless to him, and I can get back to my plans. “Hammer, please!”

Devon chuckles, passing everything back to me. I line up the first nail again, narrowing my eyes as he shakes violently, making sure it goes where I want it to before hitting it with the hammer.

“AHHHH!!!” he shouts behind the gag. I hear him gagging before he retches.

I quickly rip the tape off that’s holding the cloth in place, letting him puke all over himself.

“Eww,” Devon grumbles, sidestepping some of it.

I wait until he’s done puking before shoving the same cloth back to his mouth.

“You sadistic fucking wh—” I shove the cloth into his mouth, making sure the tape is once again secure, all the while giggling at him.

“Sadistic?” I shrug, lining up the second nail and driving it through, waiting for his screams to subside a little. “You would be too if you’d lived the way I did.”

I take another nail, driving it through the base of his ring finger, continuing until there’s a nail at the base of every finger on that hand.

He’s weeping uncontrollably now, shooting anger at me as he fights the pain, and I relish every second of it.

“Next hand!” I shout, clapping giddily as Devon puts me down.

Ian looks like he wants to give up, but there’s no way he will. I’m not sure he even can. As a narcissist, he’s engrained to fight to the very end. Just like Daddy did.

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