Page 122 of Beautiful Chaos

I point to where Bernard is shaking in his seat. “You can do his?” I ask Kade. “We can do a little swap.”

This is the level of degradation I was looking for. Why use a normal gag when you can cut off their cocks and make them choke on each other’s? It’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to the real pain they put me through. The trauma and shame of that night.

“I want to hear them scream,” I decide as Luca steps in front of Schroder and Kade rips the gag from Bernard’s mouth.

“The lady gets what the lady wants.” Bernard’s pale face leeches of the little remaining color he had left at the malice in Kade’s words. I should have let him join in earlier. He’s been looking forward to this day almost as much as I have been. Maybe they all have been in their own ways.

Luca doesn’t bother with intimidation tactics, or even words. While Kade plays with and taunts Bernard, making him sweat and cry before even laying a finger on him, Luca drives straight to the point, making Schroder beg as he cuts through his pants. His pleas for mercy and forgiveness quickly turn into screams of horror and agony, much like my own did.

I hum as arms wrap around my waist. “Enjoy this,” Declan’s deep voice roots inside me. “But don’t get lost in it.” His calm reminder is enough to pull me back from the onslaught of terrible memories. He’s right. This is about enjoying the here and now. The last step in letting the demons of my past suffocate the life out of me.

Schroder’s screams do more to put the fear of god into Bernard than Kade’s taunting does. Schroder doesn’t even make it through the entire process as Luca’s blade carves him up. Blood covers his hands and Schroder’s lap, but none of it phases Luca as he meticulously dismembers the instrument of so much pain. He passes out just as Luca finishes and pulls the small lump of flesh free from his body.

It’s not scary, or even slightly impressive.

It’s small and soft and just a lump of skin and muscle that no longer serves any purpose.

True fear shines in Dean Bernard’s eyes as he watches Luca casually walk over to him. He doesn’t scream, or even beg for mercy, he simply cries before fainting from the fright. What an absolute fucking bitch. There’s no way he’s getting out of this that easily.

“Smelling salts,” Noah whispers as he pulls his backpack off and begins to rummage through it. As he works on getting those to wake this piece of shit back up, Kade prepares him for the same thing he just witnessed. He removes his clothes and something about that feels right too. Knowing he’s going to wake up to find himself in a state of undress he wasn’t in prior to passing out. Knowing something happened to his body while he was unconscious. Something he had no control over, something he’s unaware of. I quite like that.

The smelling salts do their job and I hold my breath as his eyes begin to flutter open. That moment of confusion, of trying to clear the haze, right before his reality sets back in, that’s what I want.

He shakes his head as his eyes begin to slowly open, adjusting to the lights in here and fuck. That look is perfection. The dazed and lost look quickly vanishes in a blink of an eye as fear and pain takes over. His shame and humiliation so potent I can almost taste it in the air. It’s beautiful.

Even as Kade gets to work, my eyes never leave Dean Bernard’s face. Each flicker of tumultuous emotions that crosses his expression soothes one of my own. I’ve seen his fear, pain, and shame already. But the despair, fury, guilt, and finally the hope that flickers out as pure torment takes over and drives every other thought from his mind is what I’ve truly been waiting for. I watch as the black creeps into his vision and know how desperately he craves to fade into the nothing again. Know how he needs the oblivion to escape from the reality I have forced onto him.

It’s a real shame I won’t let him have even that comfort.

Chapter Thirty-Two Ryder

She’s absolutelyinsane and I fucking love her for it.

I’ve never seen her look quite as enthralled as she is while watching Kade and Luca chop off their shriveled dicks. Kade takes it a step further and removes the balls from Bernard’s body as well, making Scar’s smile turn almost feral. I quite like that smile.

Maybe we should add disembowelment as well. She might like that. Seems messy, but I bet Declan could do it.

Luca’s malevolent smile is one I’ve never seen before and I can’t help but chuckle as he and Kade work together to pry open Bernard’s jaw and force the useless, bloody handful of Schroder’s flesh into his open mouth.

Scar pulls away from Declan’s chest and walks up to her former dean, her eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches her torturers fall prey to their own misdeeds. She stops in front of him and bends over to lean her face into his. Her ass looks fucking good in those jeans. Right. Not the point right now.

“You can keep crying, but you should know, your tears only turn us on more.” Scar’s finger traces through the tears trailing down Bernard’s face, wiping them up before slowly sucking on her finger. My dick twitches in my pants. “Makes us want to see how far we can push you. Makes us crave your tears more. Isn’t that right, Dean?” Her voice goes from a sultry purr to a venomous growl. “Isn’t that how you all felt that night?”

Fury is like liquid magma as it burns through my system. The pain they put her through, the way they loved it. Every little bit more she reveals makes her revenge all the more beautiful to me. I don’t need to know all the horrors of that night to know they deserve every inch of the vengeance she dishes out.

Scar’s blade glints in the light as she holds it up to his face again. He chokes on a whimper as blood and saliva dribble from his mouth and attempts to pull away from her. She follows him, lightly tracing her knife down his cheek.

“Surprisingly enough, I don’t even think that night was the worst of your sins. Was it? No,” she drawls, digging the tip of the blade under his eye. He screams behind the cock, making himself choke further. He tries to spit it out to be able to breathe again and I’m moving even before Scar can.

Picking up the discarded gag, I wink at Scar as she digs the knife in deeper, forcing him to squeeze his eyes shut. Not that it helps him. I slip around her and put the gag back in place, making sure he has to keep that dick in place.

Scar hums her approval as blood fills his eye socket. “Your sins after that night were even worse. Don’t you agree?” She doesn’t stop digging the knife in until he nods. “That’s right,” she praises. “The way you isolated me, judged me. Made the place where every student should feel safe become my own personal hell. Then blamed me all for it. Your damage went far past that night.” His body convulses as she removes her blade. “I’d cut your tongue out for all the lies you’ve told, but I rather like knowing the last thing you will ever taste is another man’s cock and blood.” She wipes the blood from her knife on his shirt. “At least you’ll go out together.”

Veins pop from Bernard’s hands and forearms where he squeezes the arms of the chair we’ve tied him to. A small comfort, I’m sure, when his whole body is radiating pain. Not enough, though. I drop to my knees in front of him and chug the rest of my water before tossing the bottle behind me. Scar pauses from turning her attention to Schroder to watch what I’m up to. Better make it entertaining for her.

I twirl my blade between my fingers as I enjoy the trembling beginning all over again. “You’re too comfortable for my liking,” I murmur low. Let’s take away some of what’s grounding him. Using the tip of my blade, I split each of his knuckles open, ensuring every time he clenches his fists it will only cause him more pain. It’s still not enough, though. I drop my blade and pull pliers from my backpack. Oh good, I have another water bottle in here too. I couldn’t remember how many I had brought. Let’s deal with this first though. There will be plenty of time for everything else.

Classics are a classic for a reason. While less creative than shoving dicks down their throats or carving words into their flesh, removing fingernails is always a surefire way to cause agony. Especially as he continues to try and pull his hands free from the restraints. Every small movement will send more and more torment through him. Just as he deserves.

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