Page 63 of The Last Time You Break Me

Reggie bent down and yanked Lucas by his hair and pulled him onto his back. He extended his leg and brought his foot down onto his knee, shattering the bone instantly when Lucas tried to fight Reggie’s hold, turn and crawl away. “Try to crawl now, motherfucker,” he growled as he extended the shattered leg.

There was something so satisfying about justice. No matter how brutal and bloody it came around. I craved the waterfall of demise and seeing the bad utterly punished.

“Come here. It’s time to learn how to remove the shin.”

“Whoo! Fun!” I cried in warped joy as I hurried to his side. I kneeled before him in a pool of blood that stained my dress crimson and I somehow loved this look so much more.

Reggie wrapped his arms around me as he kneeled behind me and cupped my hands that held the athame. “The tibia is thirty-six centimeters long,” he began and he somehow madecarving up a man sound so fucking sexy, it became a class I wished I could have taken in college. “So we cut deep, right beneath the bone,” he instructed as together we moved my hand and began to draw the incision down his shin, on the right side of the bone.

We proceeded to do this on both sides until I was able to pull away the layers of flesh and expose the bone. “Oh goody!” I cheered as the shattered knee cap made it a lot easier for me to pull out.

“Like a pro,” Reggie murmured sensually in my ear. “Now break it,” he ordered with an urge I couldn’t ignore. I tried to snap it in my hand but it held fast. I frowned and stared down at the stubborn bastard that refused to break. “Not as easy, is it?” he teased and I growled.

I charged toward the wall, placed one end against the corner and stamped down on the other, then smiled in victory when it snapped in two. Small fragments splintered throughout the air and I smirked like a maniac.

“Only hard when you don’t get creative.”

Lucas screamed. It was so loud, that it echoed more than a shrill cry and my eardrums almost burst. I kneeled back beside him. I carved his ear from his head and shoved it down his throat as the crimson rivers thickened. “Can you hear the sounds of your screams?” I asked as I danced on my knees beside him. He choked and spluttered, the ear stuck halfway down his windpipe as he choked, too big for him to swallow.

“That’s not how it works, babe.” Reggie chuckled and I spun on him with a frown. “The ear generates the sound. It would be more like can youtasteit?”

I scoffed, conceding and shrugged my shoulders, then turned back to Lucas. “Can you taste it?”

His face turned blue as the humor of the torment and torture dies away like burning embers of a flame. Darkness consumedme as that sinister urge to watch this man die filled me so wholly, that I felt nothing but malevolence course through my veins.

Lucas spluttered and choked as the white of his eyes became encaptured by a deathly colored yellow as he drew his last breath and the air rushed from his lungs in a vicious and horrid choke.

Reggie held me close and rocked back and forth. Together, we kneeled bathed in blood and constructed a frightfully warped and beautiful masterpiece. He accepted me. All of me, as I accepted him.

He knew the darkest parts of me, the parts I had kept hidden even from myself.

He knew of my hate for my mother’s death, the hate I held for myself for hating her.

He knew of my thirst for violence, pain and death, and he never judged me for it. Even when he was hell-bent on keeping me from becoming a target fueled by the vengeance of men with bruised egos at a woman’s wrath. He watched me, protected me, even from the shadows. Even from myself.

He held my desire in his blood-soaked hands and he caressed it instead of shattering it to dust. He nurtured the depraved parts of my soul just as I nurtured his.

Here, in the dead of night, only a sick and twisted kind of love dwelt.

And I couldn’t be happier.

“How about it, love? My thick, hard cock sliding into your tight and fluttering, gushing-wet pussy. Right here, bathed in real blood?” He growled and I trembled within his hold.

“I think you just read my mind.” Then I turned, drawing the blood from the ground.

He captured my wrist and shook his head. “I think we need to do this right.”

He draws the blade across my collarbone as he did before back in that alley, only this time on myself. He leaned forward, lips hovered just above the line that wells a pretty colored crimson. “Tell the Devil, his services are no longer required. You have a new darkness to consume you now.” Then, he licked away the trail of my blood and hummed with appreciation.

Epilogue

Lara

Burned At Both Ends II - Motionless In White

Ispun under the dark lights of gothic beauty. The old derelict church hidden and abandoned in the Woods Of Massacre came together just as I envisioned. People boycotted this place years ago when it became public news that this was a favored place for murderers to make their dumps.

But death didn’t make this place any less stunning.

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