Fucking pathetic.
I keep her there for another second before finally yanking her back up by her soaked hair. She gasps violently for air the moment her face breaks the surface, choking and coughing while water streams down her face and chest.
“If you stay quiet,” I growl near her ear, my fist tightening in her hair, “I won’t do that again.”
“Okay…” she whispers weakly, her voice so quiet and broken I can barely hear it over the dripping water around us.
“If you want me to stop,” I breathe against her ear while brushing my hand through her hair, my other hand continuing the same cruel rhythm between her trembling legs, “then let me hear you moan, kitten.”
A few more sobs slip out of her at first, broken and shaky, but eventually she obeys. Soft moans slowly start filling the room instead, bouncing off the water and walls before sliding straight into my ears like the world’s most fucked-up lullaby.
“That’s it, princess,” I breathe against her skin before slowly pushing Vince’s arm deeper inside her.
“P-please…” she whimpers between broken moans, barely managing to get the words out properly.
“Oh?” I whisper against her skin. “You want it deeper, princess?”
“N-no…”
The second the words leave her mouth, I shove her head back down into the barrel again. Her body instantly starts thrashing against my grip while muffled screams and violent splashing fill the room—pure desperation taking over her all over again. At the same time, I force the severed arm deeper inside her cunt, twisting it slightly just to hear the broken sounds that escape her beneath the water.
That’s what you deserve, you fucking bitch.
The mechanism jerks again the second I press the control, slowly dragging her back out of the water while streams keep pouring off her body. Every breath sounds wet and broken whileher head hangs low, soaked hair covering most of her face as weak tremors keep running through her arms and legs. For a moment, I just stand there watching her drip all over the floor in complete silence.
Absolutely fucking ruined.
I don’t think I’ve ever been this proud of anything in my life.
A satisfied grin slowly spreads across my face before I press another button on the remote. The mechanism above us immediately starts moving again, chains rattling softly while her broken body slowly lifts away from the edge of the barrel.
She barely even reacts anymore, her body reduced to weak trembling, broken sobs, and tiny exhausted breaths.
I guide the controls carefully this time, lowering her toward the wet floor before finally releasing the restraints completely. She collapses hard onto the concrete with a loud splash, her body locking in place the second the impact hits. Then suddenly she starts dragging desperate breaths into her lungs, coughing violently against the soaked floor while her body twitches weakly like a dying fish thrown onto dry land.
I just stand there quietly watching her. Admiring her.
The cuts spread across her body still drip crimson every now and then, mixing with the water beneath her while reddened burns and small blisters cover parts of her skin from the flames. Her soaked black hair sticks messily to her face and chest while Vince’s severed arm still remains lodged inside her cunt, like the final touch on a masterpiece.
And honestly? I don’t think I’ve ever created anything more beautiful in my entire fucking life.
Chapter 31
Kage
I love these kinds of jobs. The ones where people still have enough nerve to look me straight in the eyes while handing me a body to bury, a mess to erase, or aproblemto make disappear.
The second the front door opens, the smell crawls straight into my lungs—blood, smoke, and gasoline.
Fuck. Somebody really enjoyed themselves tonight.
My eyes slowly slide toward the blonde standing in the doorway. Pretty girl. Soft face. Expensive clothes. That polished rich-girl look that always seems to come with daddy’s money, bad decisions, and a personality built around believing the world owes them something.
Yeah, she reminds me of someone.
That thought alone almost makes me smile wider.
She watches me carefully before finally stepping aside without a word, like she’s still trying to decide whether letting me inside is the worst mistake of her life.
