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“Well, now, see, Kurt,” I said. “I can call you Kurt, right?” I scooted my chair closer to his. “It’s not going to be me getting fucked in this scenario. Since you like raping women so much, I’m going to show you exactly what it feels like to be violated.”
Kurt’s head snapped up, the very thought of what I was going to do to him giving him the energy that he hadn’t had before. “No,” he whispered, horrified that what went around was coming back around.
“Oh, yeah,” I said happily, my soul darker than I had ever wanted it to be. “And it’s going to be me laughing this time. It’s not going to be you, laughing at your victim as you walk out of the courtroom.”
“Her brother owed me money!” he yelled.
“Then you should have raped her fucking brother!” I yelled back. “Instead, you ruined what the rest of Sarah Lewis’ life was supposed to be!”
“Look-”
I swung my left fist because I didn’t want to hear it. I wasn’t sure what was so different about this time, but I suspected that it was because of what I’d read about Posie. Not only had my sister been the victim of such a despicable act, but finding out that Posie had also suffered the same atrocity…well, that had my skin feeling tight all around me.
The way that Posie had suffered was also playing a huge part in my meeting with Kurt. Even though rape was horrible in all its forms, Posie had been gang raped for revenge, and the thought threatened to sour everything in my stomach. Though the Benettis had been kind enough to leave out the hospital pictures of Posie’s ordeal, I’d been there through Ellie’s hospitalization, so trying to multiply that damage by three had me on the verge of insanity a bit.
Ready to let my demons loose, I untied Kurt from the chair, and his body immediately slumped to the floor. While I hadn’t tortured him much before now, he was still too weak to give a good enough fight to stop me. Besides, I was six-foot-two and worked out regularly, Kurt Oliver not so much.
Knowing what drove me to hunt these assholes down, along with the tray of goodies, Dante had also provided me with a bench to do my handiwork, though it wasn’t just for my personal use. Dante Fiore was a master craftsman, so I imagined that the bench had been well-used before my visit today.
Strapping Kurt Oliver over the bench, he really began to struggle once his vulnerability became apparent. He might have been hoping that I’d been throwing out empty threats, but I hadn’t. While I liked to believe that I still possessed some basic humanity, I didn’t see rapists as humans. I knew that they were, and I also knew that I wasn’t supposed to be judging the sinner since I wasn’t sin-free myself, but those images of Ellie in that hospital bed were forever burned in the back of my mind, and this was the only way that I could live with those images that were ever present.
Instead of pulling his jeans down, I used a knife to cut through the fabric, and Kurt was thrashing around so much that it was a miracle that I hadn’t nicked a vital artery. I mean, the plan was to kill him eventually, but I didn’t want him to die by bleeding out without suffering.
For about forty minutes, I tortured Kurt Oliver until his soul left his body and his life left his eyes. I had mimicked everything that he’d done to Sarah Lewis, and because my soul was already damned to Hell, I’d made him also pay for what had happened to Posie. I had viciously torn the man apart, and I felt no remorse over it.
After dialing Francisco, I went to make use of the showers, ready to wash all of Kurt Oliver off my body. After throwing my clothes in the incinerator, I let the hot water beat down on my shoulders, and I knew that I was going to sleep hard tonight. The Devil took care of his own, and the sonofabitch let me sleep like a baby every time that I exacted payback. I also knew that I slept like a baby because God knew a lost cause when he saw one. I officially belonged in Hell, and He knew that His time would be better spent trying to save those that could still be saved. I was never going to stop doing this, so I could never be saved.
When I got out of the showers, I got dressed in the clothes that I had brought with me, then headed back to what remained of Kurt Oliver. I immediately smirked when I saw Dante and Francisco standing near his remains.
“Not bad,” Francisco remarked casually. “We’ll take care of the rest.”
“I owe you,” I said when I was standing in front of the man.
“You would if you weren’t Ellie’s brother,” he replied. “But since you are…”
“I still owe you,” I insisted. “I’ll always owe you guys for…your support.”
“I’ll let you fight with Saveria on that one,” he grunted.
Dante snorted at that, and it was enough to let me know that I would never win that fight.
Chapter 13
Posie~
“Oh, c’mon,” Laurie Vernon drawled out. “It’s obvious that he’s secretly married or has a girlfriend.”
“You can’t know that,” Janie Ettes insisted.
“Yeah,” Brenda Kirkland agreed. “Have you ever been to his office? Seen any pictures of a wife or girlfriend on his desk?”
“How about his phone?” Janie asked. “Have you ever seen the screen to see who’s on it?”
“The man is gorgeous as sin,” Laurie pointed out. “If he’s not taken, then he probably has a score of women warming his bed.”
My ears wanted to ignore their conversation, but they’d chosen to have it in the breakroom, and they had chosen to have it while I’d been in the middle of my break.
After Lennon had left me to my own devices Saturday, I had spent the rest of the weekend calling up every adult Marlow, Reed, McCellan, and McIntire in my phone and checked in with them all. While it’d been time consuming as hell, it hadn’t been until Lennon had left to fly back home that I’d realized just how much I missed them all. The conversations had me not hanging up until almost midnight, but it’d been worth it. Especially, when Crew had sent me over a new musical piece that he hadn’t released yet.
