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Shoving the knife’s tip into his pec, I watched Lloyd’s eyes as he hissed. He blinked while I dragged the blade across his chest.

“Fuck!” He tipped his head back, a ribbon of red trickling down over his stomach. “Goddamnit, Gideon…please. Please don’t do this.”

I stabbed lower and created another gash.

No sound from Addilyn—but the fuckface bleeding red for me cried out.

Not nearly loud enough.

Smirking, I twirled the knife’s pommel in my hand.

“Gid—”

I buried the fucking blade in his thigh, cutting off his pleading.

He screamed like a goddamn woman, tone high pitched and fucking luscious.

My dick swelled, and like the sick fuck I was, I gave him a matching stab wound on the opposite thigh.

“Stop!” He screamed, trying to buck in his bindings. “Please. Fucking Christ, Gideon! Please!”

“How many times did she beg the same from you?” I stabbed through his kneecap.

Bloody fucking screams… Jesus…

“Huh? How many fucking times, Lloyd?” I buried the blade in his other knee and twisted the thing the best I could, drawing out his shrieks. Sucking the scents of coppery blood and his fear deep into my lungs. Fucking getting off on how he attempted to escape the chair of death.

Powerless.

Same as my princess had been.

I sliced off his pants, his boxers. Left him sitting naked in the cold, covered in blood.

My breath puffed in front of my face as I panted, watching him wilt. Shudder.

“You’re a covetous bastard, and you deserve to rot in hell,” I told him, knife tip touching his nose and lifting his head.

His dark eyes glazed by pain held no trace of hope.

And I fed off that shit, my body buzzing.

He’d manipulated me—and Addilyn—and karma was about to make him her bitch.

“I’m going to peel the skin off your body, Lloyd, an inch for every time you fucked what didn’t belong to you.”

Grinning, I stepped forward and began fulfilling my promise.

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Addilyn

Numbness held me in place—like I watched a gruesome scene from a movie. Surround sound. Vivid colors. Curses and chuckles.

“A-Addilyn,” Lloyd gasped as Gideon dangled yet another slice of flesh from Lloyd’s chest in front of his eyes.

I stared at my rapist, unfeeling…pleased, almost, by his pain and suffering. The fucker deserved it.

“H-have I ever l-lied to you?” Lloyd gasped out, his brow furrowed and his gaze desperate.

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