The medicine she gave him will allow him to breathe on his own, but he can’t move, can’t see, can’t stop what’s going to happen to him.
We wheel him back into the elevator, and Sunny plucks out her card to get the elevator all the way down to the basement. The morgue.
When the doors open up, we ride him down the hallway, past all the rooms used to dissect corpses. We check each window to see if there’s anyone inside. She picks one of the empty rooms, and we roll him inside, and lock the door behind us.
While I gently roll down the blinds that cover the window to make sure no one is watching, Sunny rips off the blanket, and Xavier ties heavy straps to the man’s limbs. The spectacle oftorture that’s about to unfold in this room is going to be the show of a lifetime.
Xavier opens his bag, and Sunny holds up her hand like a surgeon waiting for her tools. “Saw, please.”
CHAPTER 31
Orion
The dude beginsto groan as the meds are slowly wearing off, but the sounds turn into shrieks the second Sunny puts the saw against his leg and begins cutting away. Blood squirts everywhere, painting the walls as she starts her onslaught of revenge, and I’m merely a morbidly curious spectator penning down notes as quickly as she slices through his flesh.
I don’t know who this man is, or what he’s done to her, but he definitely deserves her wrath. Mike has done something despicable to Sunny, and this is her payback. An eye for an eye, a leg for a leg, pain for pain. She returns it all to sender, and I am in awe.
When Mike threatens to break through his restraints, Sunny barks at Xavier, “Hold him down.”
Xavier grabs Mike’s left arm and knocks it down the stretcher so far that he breaks it. Mike screams and cries and then vomits all over himself as she begins to cut his hand, chopping off his fingers one by one.
“You won’t need those to anesthetize anymore,” she says.
And I have never been more inspired by the sight of a slow, rancid death than I am now.
My pen is going in overdrive, jotting down the words.
Fifteen strokes
Red blotches peak
The sharpness of her eyes
Cutting deeper and deeper and deeper
Until there’s no way back.
Crimson stain enveloping my heart
The sound of violence taking hold
But her eyes are gentle as the night
Rage against the screaming lights
Hacking away at my wish for this to ever end
I pauseto stare at the bloodied scene in front of me and the visceral violence she exudes.
“How do you like it when someone cuts into your flesh, Mike?” Sunny growls. “Do the pain meds not work? Aw, pity.”
Mike is screaming his lungs out as she cuts off his limbs one by one, like a crazed woman, and it’s such a turn-on to watch her that I immediately get a boner.
Still, I keep on writing. The words flow out of me with ease.
Seeing this kind of death has made me feel more alive than ever despite the fact that I’ve never wanted anything other than to die by her hand. But then, I would never be able to witness her fire ever again, and the thought of that wounds me deeply.
She is the only one who can bring me to sweet nirvana, yet … the more time I spend in her vicinity, the more I’m beginning to realize that I don’t ever want this madness to end.
