Then Dom suddenly grabs something off the floor. Before I can even process what he’s holding, the dead hand swings across my face hard enough to snap my head sideways.
“Oh, shut the fuck up already,” he bites out.
Cain’s laughter keeps echoing through the room while Dom studies the severed hand hanging loosely from his grip before a wider grin slowly pulls across his face.
“Ohhh…” he drags out slowly while looking back at me. “And that’s not even the best part.” He looks at me before another laugh slips out of his mouth. “Since you already ate his dick earlier tonight…”
“No…” I whisper instantly.
“Yeah,” he says almost cheerfully. “That special little meal Cain made for you?” He points lazily toward Vince’s remains scattered across the floor. “That was your boyfriend’s cock, kitten.”
The second the words fully register inside my head, my stomach violently turns, and I vomit instantly, making him jump backward just in time with a loud “Whoa, fuck!” before warm bile spills down my chin and chest along with whatever was still left in my stomach besides pieces of human flesh. Sobs keep tearing out of me while I choke and gag uncontrollably, my entire body shaking so hard the chains above my head start rattling again.
Dom’s attention drifts over the mess before his eyes cut back to me, irritation burning plainly in his expression.
“For fuck’s sake,” he mutters while stepping around the vomit with visible annoyance. “Now I gotta wash you again.”
Chapter 30
Dom
As I admire our work of art spread across her body, the cuts still dripping crimson every now and then while she hangs there shaking and crying, the monster in my head suddenly comes up with anotherbrilliantfucking idea.
Brilliant for us.
Absolutely horrifying for her.
“Pass me that canister,” I tell Cain without taking my eyes off Sierra for even a second.
The corner of his mouth twitches as he slowly pushes himself off the couch before grabbing the heavy container I left beside it earlier.
“Fucking finally,” he says, sounding almost excited as he carries it toward me. “Now we’re actually gonna have some fucking fun.”
A sick grin slowly spreads across my face the second he places it into my hands. The metal feels cold against my palms while I carefully twist the lid open, making sure not to spill any on myself before bringing it closer to my face and inhaling deeply.
“Fuck,” I mutter with genuine satisfaction. “I fucking love this smell.”
“But it smells even better burnt,” Cain adds casually from beside me.
My eyes slowly flick toward him, and a warped kind of satisfaction immediately coils through me before I turn my attention back to Sierra. The second she properly notices the canister, sheer terror floods her face so fast it’s almost embarrassing to watch.
“No… wait…”
Before she can say anything else, I violently swing the container toward her. Liquid immediately crashes over her body from neck to toe, soaking her completely within seconds. She screams instantly—the sound shoots straight through my chest, so warm and sharp it almost makes me laugh.
God, I love that fucking sound.
“It’s not my fault you puked all over yourself, kitten,” I tell her calmly while liquid keeps dripping from her soaked body onto the floor. “Thought you probably needed another wash.”
She starts shaking even harder, terror spreading across her face while sobs keep tearing out of her chest one after another.
“Please… please don’t do this…”
“Here.” Tess slips in beside me and holds out a lighter, the smile on her lips sharpening as she stares at the absolute mess her cousin has become. “You’ll probably need this.”
I take the lighter from her slowly, turning it once between my fingers while Cain casually reaches for her hand behind her.
“You know what?” he says while glancing toward the door. “Let’s go get something to eat.”
