Page 76 of Beautiful Revenge

The moron stares at Briar in complete silence. You can tell by the look on his face that he wants to lie to her about Sophie, but it would be stupid to do so.

We may not have pressed Sophie for details because we didn’t want to traumatize her more than she already is, but we know enough. He touched her and made her touch him back.

“Don’t even think about lying to me, Chad. What did I just tell you about being honest with me?” Briar says to him, narrowing her eyes on the bastard.

Her mother is thrashing around on the table, screaming against the tape. I assume she’s trying to tell him to shut up, but we’re way past that now. Briar will get the answers one way or another. Especially from a funking wimp like him.

The fact he’s already pissed himself is proof he won’t last long once the torture begins.

“I love Sophie,” he whines. If he’s trying to garner sympathy, he’s picked the wrong crowd.

Briar reaches under the bench to pull out her knife. Flicking it open, she holds it up to his neck, making him whimper in fear. “Strike one, Chad,” she says calmly, pressing the knife a little harder into his flesh.

The door to the shed opens and Dylan walks back in holding a bucket. “Huh,” he says as he takes in the situation.

Moving over to me, he lays the bucket on the bench between Kelly’s spread feet.

“She’s just getting started,” I whisper. “The tape was just to shut the bitch up.”

He nods. “Obviously, we didn’t have an actual ball gag like we did with Robert, but I improvised.”

I take a quick look in the bucket, seeing a couple of washcloths. I give him a look, and he rolls his eyes. A habit he’s picked up from the princess over the years.

“It’s water with some bleach. I don’t want her dying that quickly,” he says dryly, and I snort.

“Not that it would be an injustice to the world, but I think princess wants to have her fun with the cunt first,” I state.

“I do,” she says, drawing our attention back to what she’s doing to Chad. “Where was I?” she asks Chad like she actually forgot. “Oh, right!” She gets serious. “That was strike one. Answer me truthfully, and I won’t make you suffer nearly as much as I can,” she tells him.

He shakes, crying as he pisses himself again.

“Already?” Dylan asks incredulously, and I snort.

“That’s the second time. He pissed himself before she even touched him.” I laugh at the look of disgust on my brother’s face.

“I—I don’t want to die!” he cries, and I almost laugh at the bastard. If he thinks he’s somehow getting out of this alive, he’s delusional.

“You’re dying tonight no matter what, Chad. It’s up to you how much you want to suffer before you take your last breath.” Briar shrugs, the movement causing the knife to press against his skin.

“Okay! Okay!” he cries, shaking his head. “We touched, okay? That’s all!”

“You forced a six-year-old child to touch your pathetic dick?” she asks darkly.

“Y—yes,” he stammers.

“No.” She shakes her head. “I want you to say it. Say ‘I forced a defenceless six-year-old child to touch my pathetic dick’,” she growls out, and the asshole cries harder.

He repeats the phrase, stumbling over his words, and Briar slices into his neck enough to make him howl.

“You’re a pathetic waste of space. A serious piece of shit who doesn’t deserve to live,” Briar tells him.

We watch as she moves the knife to his where his dick is, pressing it into the cloth to cut it open.

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Beg me,” she says with a smile. “Tell me you don’t deserve to live and then beg me to cut off your dick so you can die like the vermin you are.”

He pales, turning his head to the side to vomit.

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