I hear the guards groaning around the arena.
“Ha, ha, ha,” Angel laughs from a dimly lit corner up top.
“Way to go, boss,” Angel yells.
Serenity throws a gloved fist in the air, smiling at Angel.
I step over to Chris, who’s gripping his balls. I slam my foot into his ribs.
“This is for putting your hands on my woman. “Time to take your hands for that shit.”
Serenity claps. “Hubby, make him pay.”
“Fitz and Abe, bring the bag of goodies and zip-tie him to the chair.”
“Please don’t take my hands,” Chris begs.
“Your time on this earth is over,” I tell him. “You’re a bad guy who harms women. You have to be put down.”
Fat tears stream down his brown cheeks as the guards tie him down.
Serenity’s beautiful features darken. “You almost bit my nipple off. You sick fucker,” she roars.
Abe steps back.
Fitz's fist plunges into Chris’ mouth. “That’s for fat-shaming my boss. You’re fucking disgusting.” He and Abe walk away.
Chris spits blood on the turf.
Serenity flips out her switchblade and slices Chris’ shirt down the front.
“This is for almost taking my nipple, bitch.” She takes her time sliding the blade through his flesh. He yells at the top of his lungs.
His nipple falls away.
“Woohoo,” Serenity shouts. “That felt good.”
I remove a saw from the bag. “You were only supposed to touch her hand. You took things too far. You left bruises on my wife’s neck. How could you hurt her like that?” I ask as I slide the blade through his wrist.
Chris thrashes in the chair. His movements don’t stop me. That night comes back like it was yesterday. I take satisfaction in watching his hand fall to the ground with a thump.
Chest heaving, I step back and grin like a maniac.
“Your lips and tongue have to go too for kissing her and disrespecting her. Sick motherfucker.”
“You’re the sick…one,” he grunts.
My wife sits on the turf, legs cross watching with the biggest smile on her face. “Cut him into pieces, baby.”
I grin at her. “With pleasure, princess.”
After my wife and I were done torturing Chris, I told Fitz and Abe to bag him. I’d cut his body up tomorrow in my torture chamber.
Right now I want to please my wife. I pull her up into my arms and climb the steps. She plants kisses all over my blood-stained face.
As soon as we’re out of sight, I set her down. Without hesitation, we shed our coveralls. She slips off her sneakers with her toes, then peels away her panties and leggings, tossing them aside.
I lift her into my arms again. Serenity unleashes my cock between us and slides down my length. Her mouth slightly agape, the pleasure clear on her face.
