“We have crates too from your latest project,” Jude says.
When I raise my brow in question, Jude shrugs. “She decided she wanted a wall of bookcases and ordered them so I could help her. So that’s what we did, along with fuck and watch movies together.”
“Ugh, I love that.” I’m a little sad I missed that, but I’m glad they got that time together.
“Don’t worry, I’m going to need some muscle to help put them where I want them for my library,” Briar shrugs.
“You just want me for my muscles,” Atlas teases, yanking down Mitch’s pants. Jude moves to Buck’s legs to remove his, while I cut off Ricky’s pants. The cherry bomb made a bit of a mess of them.
I can smell the ammonia-like scent of urine, groaning with disgust as I realize he pissed himself.
“Such big, bad alphas, yet you’re wetting yourself like a toddler,” I sneer.
“Ricky the piddler, aww, he’s just a little baby,” Jude says, looking through the bag to find a bat. “Want to see how blue their dicks turn when you beat them?”
“Ew, that could have been said very differently,” Briar laughs, taking the offered bat.
“The first one to make their alpha sing soprano wins,” I decide. “Leave Buck alone for now. I want to watch you gut him while he chokes on his own knot, Briar. Would you like that?”
“Like a fish?” she asks.
“Mmhmm. I’ll get the knife nice and sharp for you.”
“Yes, please,” she says, taking a deep breath. Each minute helps her feel less anxious and scared of them. They have no more power over her. When they die, I want her to know that. Today, their legacy of fear will die with them.
Jude and Briar both raise their bats, and Atlas stands as he watches.
“On your mark,” he growls. “Get set… Beat the dicks!”
I notice he places his hand protectively over his crotch as Jude and Briar begin beating their respective body’s groin area. Ricky tries to kick Briar, making me growl. Reaching for the first thing I can find, I use the axe to hack at his legs.
“Behave, or I’ll pull out your guts and then leave you for the birds to peck at,” I state. “This is what you deserve.”
“Damn. I like your idea,” Briar admits.
“Fire is just as much fun,” I smirk. “But we can leave him staked out if you can handle the smell.”
“Ew. Okay, fire it is,” she groans. “Someone could stumble upon him and then call the police. That property is just outside of Widows Peak, which means someone other than our department could answer the call.”
“Civilization has its disadvantages,” I sigh.
“We definitely need pigs,” Briar pouts.
“I can see how they’d be advantageous,” Atlas grumbles. “We can have pigs.”
“Yay!” Jude cheers, slamming his bat down enthusiastically on Mitch’s cock. The scream the alpha emits is definitely high. “Does this mean I win?”
“No way! I was distracted. One more!”
Jude grins at Briar’s pout, and they continue to beat the tar out of the alphas’ dicks. By the time they’re done, I call a tie. Both of their victims are screaming in loud, high voices, and their dicks are purple and swollen.
While they have their fun, I prepare my favorite knife for Briar, sharpening it until it’ll tear through Buck’s skin with its serrated edge. Watching Briar and Jude makes me happy and I hum as I work. It’s like whack-a-dick. We need to play this more often.
“We should close the gate and chase them. Well, not Ricky. Atlas, will you make him scream while we chase Mitch around with fireworks?” I ask.
Jude jogs to the gate to lock it, and Atlas shrugs as I gather up the rest of my cherry bombs and hand them out.
“Have fun. Mitch, if you can make it out of the backyard, we’ll let you go free,” Atlas lies.
