Page 18 of Burn Me Down

I twisted his leg again, and this scream was higher pitched than the first and much more rewarding.

“Do it, scream for help again, and see what I do to your other leg,” I said, my voice low as I growled at him.

“What do you want?” He was blubbering like a child already, which wasn’t going to make this as much fun, but all I had to do was picture his hands running down Beck’s body, and the fire stirred in my gut.

“Tell me, Brian, what did you steal from Rebecca?”

He blinked at me like I’d spoken a foreign language. “You mean Becks?”

I didn’t register my arm moving until my fist connected with Brian’s jaw. “Don’t call her pet names unless you want me to rip your tongue out of your screaming body.”

Brian nodded, his mop of hair flopping as he did. “I didn’t steal anything.” I lifted my fist again, and he whimpered and covered his face.

“I would avoid lying to me, Brian.” I cracked my knuckles inside the leather gloves.

“I didn’t steal anything. When she left me, I took back the engagement ring I gave her.” I lifted my eyebrow. “I also kept what she paid for this house.”

“And she didn’t fight you for any of it?”

Brian swallowed, and I noticed a dark bruise already forming on his cheek. “She was going to, but it was too expensive to hire a lawyer since we are both on the title, so she walked away.”

“In other words, you’re a dickless worm who scammed her, as I’m sure you’ve scammed many women. Pathetic.” I slammed my fist into his face before he could say another word and made sure he was unconscious before tying him up and taping his mouth shut.

Heading to the jewelry box I had seen during my initial search, I opened it but didn’t find a woman’s ring. One drawer at a time, I checked the dresser it was sitting on and was just about to give up on the last one when something seemed off. I opened the drawer beside it and compared the two. This one had less room. After feeling around, I found a finger hole at the back, and sure enough, there was a false bottom.

“Holy fuck,” I said as I pulled out dozens of little baggies containing expensive ring sets. Well, now I knew where he was getting his money. A few of these rings looked to be worth tens of thousands. Some guys had all the charm.

Taking the found treasure and adding it to my collection, I tossed the bag out the window. Happy that this house was a bungalow, I lifted my prize and heaved him out, too.

Time for some fun.

Derek

“Just when I didn’t think you could terrify me anymore, you go and do that,” Chase said as he sipped his beer beside me.

“Overkill?”

He looked at me like I’d lost my mind. He was right, it just happened a long ass time ago.

“I’m not sure. I mean, you cut off all his fingers and toes.” I held up Brian’s cock. “Yes, and his cock. You strung him up over the hungry pit of alligators, burned him alive until he was writhing in pain, and then cut the ropes so he was torn apart and eaten while still breathing.”

“You’re right. I could’ve done more. I’ll work on that.” Chase narrowed his eyes at me, and the beer on the way to his mouth didn’t make it there. “Joking. Sort of.”

“See, that’s what terrifies me. I had an excuse when I was doing all the crazy ass killing. I was higher than a kite, madder than a kicked wasps nest, and living off of guilt and self hate but now that I’m sober I have no interest. You on the other hand kinda remind me of Snake. You’re both fucking crazy and relish in death like it’s a second skin.”

I shrugged. What he said was true, there was no point in denying it or trying to defend my actions. “I am what I am,” I said, as I watched the splashing tails settle below the water now that Brian had been dismantled.

“Do I want to know what you plan on doing with that?” Chase pointed to the cock in the bag, and I wasn’t entirely sure. “You gonna go all Texas Chainsaw Massacre or some shit and start wearing body parts?”

“Why would I want to wear this tiny cock?”

“It was just a thought.”

“And you have the nerve to call me fucked up. Do you want to wear it?” I held it out to him, and he backed away like it would bite.

“No, fucking way.”

“I was thinking I’d give it to the girl I like.”