Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 44252 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 148(@300wpm)
I turn to him, presenting the fork. “Oh, no, Peter. I like sucking dick, and cum is one of my favorite flavors, but this little morsel is all for you.”
“You’re a fucking delusional if you think I’m eating that.”
I step toward him. “It’s cute that you think you have an option.”
Peter forms a straight line with his lips, thinking that’ll stop me. I pinch his nostrils between my thumb and index finger and squeeze. Time ticks. Peter struggles for breath while I demonstrate my dominance. Breath play isn’t for the weak. I’ve held my best friend's face while he thrashed underneath me, and I’ve learned a thing or two. I know exactly when someone’s going to pass out or die.
“Peter, I don’t want you to die right now. I’d be disappointed if my fun was ruined.”
He thrashes until his mouth flings open, and I shove in the fork. “Be a good boy and make sure you chew your food properly. I’d hate for you to swallow it whole.”
Peter gags with each movement of his jaw, and tears fall from his eyes. He convulses with the natural urge to spit out his cock.
I tut. “You should’ve picked ketchup.”
We turn to the door as it opens. My hand is ready at my gun tucked in the back of my jeans.
“Lorne told me to come here,” Declan starts but then his eyes move to Peter. “Jesus Christ, Cas. You have to make a show of this?”
“Taking the lord’s name in vain, Dec? That’s a sin for you, isn’t it? If you want, I can fuck you and beat it away with my belt. I know it’s not the most convenient place, but all this torture is making me hard as fuck. Look at all the blood. It’s so fucking hot. I think he’s bled the most.” I point to Peter’s bloody and mangled cock. “It’s like a never-ending stream.”
“I’m not fucking you here, you lunatic.”
I pout, jutting out my bottom lip. “Fine. You can watch him eat his supper.”
“You’re feeding him?”
“What do you think the blood is from? He’s having his last supper.”
Declan swings the ax by his side as he walks over to Peter.
I jump in front, a barrier between Peter and Declan. “Whoa, whoa. I still have something left to do.”
“You cut off a piece of his dick and made him eat it. What other fucked up shit you got up your sleeve?”
I raise my index finger and walk over to the table, lifting the electric drill. Peter’s eyes bug out as I move next to him and hold the drill over his face. “Remember what I told you would happen if you ever came near our girl again?”
Peter shakes his head as I pull his right eye open and push the drill in. “Please, no!” Peter screams. “Please!”
“I might be a crazy motherfucker, but I’m true to my word.”
Blood spurts from his eye. Once I’m done with the drill, I place it on the bed and dig my fingers into his eye socket, ripping it from the tendons. “Watch with that good eye, Peter.”
I bark out a laugh as I drop the eye on my foot and kick up to keep it in play. “Hmm, it’s harder to play hacky sack with an eye than I thought.”
“God have mercy on your soul, Cas,” Declan says as he raises the ax and steps to Peter.
Peter swallows, tears falling down his face as he stares at Declan. “You’re as crazy as he is.”
“Probably, but unlike him, I have empathy. It’s hard being trapped in the materialistic nature of this world. You can’t think about what comes next. You can only think about what needs to happen now. There’s a plan for us all, Peter, and yours seems to have been to be coerced by the devil.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” Peter screams.
“It’s an eye for an eye, Peter. It’s the only way to pay for our earthly sins.”
With those last words, Declan lifts his ax. Peter's head falls off the bed and rolls to my feet. “You really are a killjoy.”
“He’s not food, Cas. You can’t play with him.”
“I’m gonna tear your ass apart cause something is gonna feel good today.”
Chapter 13
Noelle
“Fuck,” a voice groans. “Who knew jerking off to a sleeping girl would be so damn satisfying?”
I scrunch my eyes closed, shielding them from the sudden flood of light. My head feels muddled and incoherent thoughts form.
Two figures stand before me; one bent over, his hands gripping the quilt draped over the foot of the bed. With blurred eyes, I watch as his body jolts back and forth in fast movements. The other is behind him. I can’t make out their faces as they’re wearing masks. All I see are firm hands holding the bent figure by the shoulders.
Sticky liquid falls on my face. I try to open my mouth but fail. My lips are glued together. No, not glued. Tape of some sort. My mouth is sealed shut. I tug at my arms, but they’re bound, along with my feet.