Page 35 of An Unhinged Wedding

I smile, knowing she’s going to do Hunter’s favorite trick. Alcohol on the cuts will make it feel like he’s being burned alive from the inside out.

Max comes up beside me and whispers, “You trained her well. Better than I could’ve.”

I laugh quietly. “This tactic is all Hunter.”

“If we aren’t careful, we could end up outnumbered by psychotic women.”

I giggle, “No, don't worry about that. I’m thinking, chick motorcycle gang. Leather jackets that say, ‘Beautiful Psycho’s’ on the back. I’d let you patch in, but you have to be able to bleed for a week a month without dying to get in.”

Max shakes his head as he walks away, and Trevor places his arm around my waist, pulling me tight.

He whispers in my ear, “I’d let you cut me every day for a week.”

“Yeah?”

“Fuck yes, beautiful psycho, I’d do anything for you.”

Hunter hands Jade a bottle of alcohol, and she slowly pours it on his cuts. A guttural scream tears from his throat. She stands back and laughs.

“Kill me. Please kill me.”

She pats his arm, “Oh come on, Mikey. We both know it’s too soon for that. Where is Joey?”

Our end game is to kill Joey. We can end the lives of all his henchmen, but it won’t end his trafficking ring. He’ll find new pieces of shit to work for him. We have to kill him, or this continues. I’m not the delusional woman people think I am. I know if we end one ring, another three will pop up overnight. It’s estimated that twenty-seven million people have been trafficked in the United States. There are different types of trafficking. All of them are horrendous. However, we work to end sexual trafficking. It’s not that the other kinds don’t matter, they do. I guess because this is what Jade, Willow, and I experienced, so it’s where we focus our efforts. Once we are all gone, I don’t know what happens because it will not end. As long as there are sick men, it will continue.

Jade glances at me like she doesn’t know what to do.

He screams, cries, and begs to die, but he’s not giving up the information she wants.

I point down my body. Her eyes widen, and she points to his sad little limp dick.

I giggle, “Yes.”

There is probably nothing scarier to a man than to lose his manhood. Many times they’d rather die than risk living without their dick, the most precious thing to them. Men like Mikey don’t just get off with it. It’s how they destroy women and little girls. It’s poetic justice really. However, I’m not sure Jade has the stomach for it.

“If you can’t do it, I will.”

I pull away from Trevor and walk over to the table.

Jade puts her hand up to stop me, “I’ve got this.”

I nod, “I know you do, babe. Try a duller knife, you’ll get more out of him that way.”

She goes to the drawer and grabs a different blade. Walking to the end of the table, she smiles at him sadistically, “Where is Joey?”

Tears and snot run down his face, but he holds his lips closed tightly as he shakes his head.

She lifts his dick in her hand, “This really is pathetic. You fuck women with this baby cock?”

“Untie me and I’ll fuck you with it.”

I glance at Hunter and shake my head no. He doesn’t like anyone saying shit like that to his girl.

He clenches his fists, jaw, and he swears under his breath. This is taking restraint for him. But he stands back for her.

It’s important for her to get some power back.

This is why this job is so therapeutic for us. We can never take away what was done to us. But we can prevent others from the hands of these monsters.

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