Page 68 of The Sweetest Note

Atrip to feed the pigs Eric's cut up, dead body shouldn’t be this exciting. I’ve always been interested in new experiences, and this is definitely new. Maybe it’s the long day of making him scream, and the need to see him completely disappear that’s satisfying to me.

Or maybe it’s the extra time with Orion.

“You got something in your pants there?” Orion asks blandly and my eyes widen.

“What?” I ask, an embarrassed giggle popping out. Fuck me.

Orion sputters a laugh. “What the fuck was that?”

“Ugh. When I’m surprised or embarrassed, the fucking giggle escapes,” I groan.

“I don’t know what embarrassment feels like,” Orion shrugs. “But why do you feel like that?”

“It's nothing. I’m pretty sure I misunderstood what you meant. You meant like ants in my pants and not my cock, right?” I ask boldly.

Orion stares for a moment at me, eyes heating before he nods. “I can see where the confusion came from,” he says, his powerful body coiled as his eyes return to the road. “I meant that you’re wiggling so much, but I’m equally intrigued by your dick, I think.”

Grunting, I stare at the darkened sky. “Huh, I wasn’t expecting that. As for the first, I am excited to see if the pigs will really eat all of Eric,” I confess.

Orion chuckles darkly. “That’s an excellent reason to be excited. The farmer I use for this is out of town and I feed his pigs. I haven’t been there today, so Eric will be the perfect meal for them.”

“You… wow. There’s so much I don’t know about you,” I tell him, glancing over and shaking my head.

“That’s fine. I’m not really a sharer. I enjoy dropping things at random times for ultimate shock value,” Orion says, winking at me.

Hewinked at mebefore throwing gloves at me.Today has been so odd.

Quickly arriving at the farm a few minutes later, I’m grateful for the ability to get out, stretch, and adjust my cock that’s straining painfully against my zipper. Ugh.

Eric is in two different garbage bags that Orion picks up out of the trunk one handed, arm muscles barely straining from the weight, after he puts on his own gloves. Closing the trunk door and following him, I think about how sad it is to have your entire existence fit into two garbage bags, only to be fed to pigs.

This is karma for you.

Dropping the bags on the ground once we arrive, Orion walks to the fence where they’re penned in and turns on a switch. The area brightens up with a bright spotlight hanging over one of the higher posts.

Shrugging, Orion explains, “I set this up when I agreed to pig sit. Someone else takes care of the horses and such, but I’ve been helping with Mr. Thompson’s pigs since I was a kid. My father figured it would be an easy way to dispose of bodies, and he’s been correct. There’s three different farms I do this with near me, and they’re always ravenous.”

At Orion’s voice, the pigs look up and grunt at him. Pulling open the bag, he starts to throw in pieces of Eric into the pen. Following his lead, we wait in between to make sure the pieces have been devoured. I’m mesmerized by the crunching, though I can’t explain why.

“So do you want to tell me about your odd relationship with the girl?” Orion asks, leaning back on the pen to look at me.

“The girl?” I choke out in surprise. “You mean Lennon?”

Huffing in annoyance, he nods. “I thought if I didn’t give her a name, I would care less. It’s something I’m back to trying. I don’t really think it’s working.”

Shaking my head, I press my lips together to hold back a smile. Emotions aren’t something Orion understands well, I get the feeling he’s all about control. But Len… is sunshine and life and chaos. I feel like something inside of Orion has already claimed her.

Especially after seeing Lennon last night in the hospital, being part of her torture, and then stopping her from killing herself. Talk about an emotionally charged night, even for someone who doesn’t understand emotions.

“I don’t think it’s working either,” I tell him. “SoLennonand my relationship is really odd.” I purposefully use her name, enjoying his flinch at it. I’m all in with Lennon, and I have no problems pushing him over the edge. Lennon deserves people who will burn the world down for her.

“Carrie O’Reilly started it all. I caught her fucking my dad on the kitchen counter when I was in middle school. I started messing with Lennon the next day and never really stopped.”

Grunting, Orion reaches into the bag, turning as he tosses in more body parts. If it wasn’t for our surroundings, it could almost be mistaken for us catching each other up on my life. The really fucked up parts that haunt my dreams.

“What about high school and the bet? Did you know the guys were trying to force themselves on her? Or using the cheerleaders to help them?” Orion asks.

“No,” I gasp adamantly, almost crossing my arms in defense before remembering my gloves with Eric’s juices on them. “How the hell do you know about it? I mean,” I amend. “Lennon told me about the missing pieces of our history that I was too blind to see before.”

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