Chapter 3
Ash
Torture was so damn boring.
The low-level mage under my boot twitched like he still had a chance. He tried to dig his nails into my leg — bad idea. I liked pain.
Sucked to be him.
His skin was already a mess of blood and bruises from the beating K had given him. Dev was nearby, licking one of his knives like he was tasting the air.
Fucking boring.
There was no challenge in this anymore. No thrill. Just noise, and begging, and the same damn outcome every time.
I liked it better when I was allowed to work my magic. You know, take their air, choke them, throw them around against a couple of trees.
Or better, I could throw them up in the air and watch them try to fly.
Fuck that’s cool.
But K was such a stickler these days.
We don’t want to kill everyone, Ash.
Blah blah blah.
Plus the stupid dampeners that had us all on made my magic less impactful.
Dicks.
Instead I’m just fucking beating them. Slap. Punch. Kick.
I pulled out my phone and began scrolling while my foot pressed into Eddie’s neck.
Fucker should have kept his hands to himself.
I dug my foot in farther then pulled up a video of a bear chasing a man down a mountain.
“Classic.” I laughed.
“If you’re getting bored I can take over.” Dev stepped forward and crouched by Eddie’s sodden trousers, already dark with piss. They were half-done — dickless here had tried to yank them up in a hurry.
Bitch pissed himself. Now that’s funny.
“You dirty bastard, Eds,” I said, and drove my boot into him again.
Molly’s crying scraped the air from the corner — thin, small, useless. It only made the room feel louder.
K had taken one look at the bruises on her pathetic face and we knew what had happened.
“Cut his dick off,” I grinned at Dev.
Dev smirked, flicking his dagger between his fingers.
Eddie had gone white. “I’m sorry, ok? I thought she wanted it. I’m sorry!” he rasped out.
I knelt over him and grabbed his face tightly in my hands.
