Total pages in book: 36
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Holding the umbrella handle, I push the tip to Liza’s asshole. “Let’s play a game, Liza. Let’s see if you can free your tongue while I rail your ass. On the plus side, the umbrella comes fully equipped with a condom.”
Liza screams in pain as she tugs her tongue against the knife, causing the blade to slice deeper.
I turn to Thomas and smirk. “Your bitch will have a forked tongue. That’s gonna feel good when she licks your asshole and your balls at the same time.”
Thomas glares. Fucker thinks he’ll make it out of here alive. Got to appreciate his optimism. But as much as I like the show, I’m bored and want to get back to my girl.
I gaze at Thomas as I make Liza scream for the devil by shoving the umbrella into her dirty cunt. “Oh, Thomas. She’s a real screamer. You think I can make her beg like you did all those innocent kids?” Liza’s body lunges forward as I press a button, and the umbrella opens inside her. “They say this can cause bad luck, but it’s worth it.”
“You have any idea who I am?” Thomas yells.
His bellows of indignation and superiority turn into screams of terror as Abaddon plunges his knife into his eye. He digs out his eyeball, followed by the other, letting them bounce at his bare feet.
Thomas’ hands fly to his empty eye sockets as crimson liquid pours down his face. His knees give way, and he crumbles to the ground.
Abaddon smiles. “Can’t say shit when you can’t see shit.”
People think I’m deranged because the sight of blood fuels me, but between my twin and me, it’s Abaddon who relishes causing pain. For Abaddon, torture is a release, a way to get a grip on the monsters that flood his mind nonstop. Probably because he’s the one who took it to heart. As a kid, he believed he was bad and deserved every horrible thing that people like Liza and Thomas did to us.
The rage from the past is so fresh that I don’t notice how I’ve pushed the umbrella all the way inside Liza. My ears don’t register her shrill screams. All I can think about is what she did to my Delilah. “Kick me those balls, Abaddon.”
Two white circular eyeballs covered in a blanket of pink tissue and red veins roll to my feet. My hand firmly on the umbrella handle, Liza’s screams pierce the air as I turn her over like a skewer on the barbeque. Liza backs away until she hits their pristine white wall, her eyes laced with fear and horror. Did she see the same look in the eyes of the children she traumatized for life? Did she feel any remorse or compassion as Eden begged her to stop the horror?
I shove my foot against her decrepit cunt until her anguished screams sound like angels singing in my ear. “You want to live?”
She nods.
Her desperation for survival makes me certain she’ll do anything to save her life. “Shove these in that dirty pussy. I want to see you shove them in there. It’s kind of sweet, after all. Ben Wa Balls made from your dear husband.”
“I will not do that,” she says, the upper-crust indignation back in her shrill voice.
I pull my gun from my back and point it directly at her head. “No problem. I can just shoot you here and have a little fun once your brains are decorating the place.”
Her hands shake as she grips one eyeball. Pulling her underwear aside, she shoves it inside her before doing the same with the other.
“What about this fucker?” Abaddon asks.
“Take your souvenir and then blow his brains out,” I reply.
“Man. I left the chainsaw by the fucker back in the woods.” Abaddon steps on Thomas’ wrist, pointing the blade at his pinky finger. He presses the blade to Thomas’ hand and severs his index finger before shooting him in the temple. “Seems fitting that your name is Thomas. This will make a pretty addition to my relic collection.” He looks up at me and smiles. “Sorry, Bro. I’d rather get this over with and get my dick wet in Eden. So why don’t you get it over with the bitch so we can leave?”
“You said I could live,” Liza mumbles, blood gushing out of her mouth and rectum.
I smile as I crouch beside her, “You’re right, Liza.” I shove the barrel of the loaded gun into her pussy, pushing the eyeballs deep inside her. Her eyes widen as she realizes what’s about to happen. “I’m sure you also promised the woman I love that she’d be safe. Just like you, I lied.”
She whimpers. “I killed no one. I save girls. Give them a better life.”
“A better life of sexual slavery?”
“It’s better than what they had before me.”