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“With what purpose?” David croaks, then laughs as he holds up his bleeding arms. “I’m a dead man.”

My jaw tightening, I stare at him as his words crawl across my skin, injecting poison with every step they take along my arms and neck. My hairs all on edge, I shake my head as my eyes narrow. “If you’re being all talkative, then tell me why you sold Sau.”

“I just need to know why.”My wife’s desperate plearesonates inside my skull, slicing me apart with her rawdesireto be loved by her uncle.

“She’s a pretty little thing, isn’t she? So many men wanted to fuck her while she was in a coma, wanted to experience what it was like to fuck a Shadow.” He sneers. “Wanted toflipyou the bird for being such an asshole. So I saw an opportunity, and I took it.”

Anopportunity?That’s all this was to him? A fuckingopportunity?

“She’s your niece!”

“She’s a spoiled brat who always tried to act so tough, never screaming when I whipped her as a kid to trigger her ascension.” His sneer takes on a predatory gleam. “I had to craft illusions those nights so Delun wouldn’t see me getting hard. I always fucked her face after while she played with herself and moaned around my cock.”

A vile disease claws at my stomach, demanding I eject it up through my throat.

“And Olivia?” I ask tightlydespite knowing what his answer already is.Given his detailed descriptions, I know allhe’s doing is trying to taunt me, to have the last word, to perhaps get me to kill him in my uncontrollable rage.

“Every time I changed her diaper,Iwould shovemyfingersso far up hercunt, she’d start screaming. So, of course, then I’d have to kiss her boo–”

Irip out his tongue with my telekinesis on a scream of rage. I wanted his punishment to fit his crimes. I wanted to know of his sins against my family so they wouldn’t have to suffer alone, but I can’t listen to suchevil.

I have no illusions over the monster I am, am not blind to all the blood on my hands, but whatDaviddid to my daughter… What he’s deriving pleasure inremembering…

Pain slices through me, raw and thick, choking in its intensity. As the fucker tries to swallow his tongue, to die quick, I force his mouth open. Blood pours forth like a burstdam.

My heart hammers. His pulses, each pump seen in each new bubbling outpour from his lips.I grab his chin with my own hand and force his mouth open. Blood rises in the air, parting like the Red Sea so I can get a good look at his severed stub.

Sweat runs down me in long trails as I focus on the atoms of his wound, closing it up, saving his life so he doesn’t bleed out too easily.I stop the bleeding of his arms too, and then I throw him onto the floor. He hits it with his face, unable to catch himself, andagrunt ofagonyleaves him –thefirst of many he will make tonight.

The first ofmany nights.

Standing over him, my chest heaving, I glare down at his vulnerable body. He tries to crawl away, but I slam a foot onto his back and pin him in place.

“You touched my wife and daughter with these hands,” I hiss as I pull his other severed hand to linger in the air above his ass. “So now you willfeel what they felt.”

I don’t use my telekinesis to yank his pants andunder shortsdown. I do that with my own hands, wanting him to feel like he might have a chance at fighting me off, wanting him to feel that sense of utter helplessness and despair when he realizes he can’t, that it doesn’t matter what he does. I am simply too strong.

He gurgles and grunts, pathetic noises flying out of his mouth as he bucks beneath my assault. I claw at his clothes, twisting him back over every time he tries to roll. Heaving, I finally manage to pull his bottom clothes off. He tries to kick me in the face, his legs still flailing wildly, his balls squished against the carpet as he desperately tries to crawl away.

Grabbing both his bare hips, I haul him back, forcing him onto his knees. Mine burrow into his calves, holding him down as my telekinesis moves his severed hand to line upwith his asshole.

“Which finger was it?” I growl, not caring about the answer as I force the forefinger in, slamming it in to the knuckle. He bucks on a mangled scream as I pump his hand in and out, the rage clawing at my heart nowhere near sated. I shove a second finger inside him, then a third, stretching his ass like he stretched Sau’s mouth. Like he stretched Olivia’s –

I cut those thoughts off, too sickened by his actions.

A frustrated growl ruptures from my throat as blood leaks from his ass. It isn’t enough. The pain he’s suffering. The humiliation. The panic. It’s. Not. Enough.

He tries to twist away from me again, and I release my grip on his hips so I can lift my arms. Iweave a spell in front of me, opening a scry in Myer’s room, envisioning it in my mind’s eye until the air above his dresser crackles with my magic.

The drawer of Myer’s bedside table flies open, and I pull out the knife he keeps there. I’d grab one of my own, but I don’t want to open a scry in my own bedroom. I don’t want Sau to be able to look in and perhaps paint me with the same brush as Antonio.

I focus back in David’s room when he kicks me hard in the stomach. I grunt as he tries to fend me off, having rolled over onto his back despite his own hand still being up his ass. Pinning him down with my telekinesis, I sneer at him. “You like youropportunities. Well, here’s one for you, you fucking coward.”

Looking him in the eye, I hold out my hand towards the door, pulling Myer’s knife to me. It flies down the hall, directed by my rage. When it slams into my palm, I point it at his face as he trembles before me. “You can take thisopportunitytobegme for forgiveness.”

Jerking his legs apart, Iline the knife up with the open wrist of his hand. It fucks him as he screams without histongue,a gurgling mess of I don’t care what. He can beg and plead and swear on his own cock that he will never touch another woman again, but he won’t have a cock by the end of this, so such a promise is moot.

Holding his hip with one hand,I slam the knife up hisassblade first.I twist it through the fragile protection of his hand, and he screams again, no doubt waking the rest of the household. I want his pain to resonate through the place like a fucking bell ringing the doom of all those he sold Sau to.