Page 83 of Boneyard HEA

I glower back, imagining his teeth exploding when I shoot him there.

“And so! We have a small game.”

“I only want her.” Karsten points at Georgia. “I told you this.”

“But this is more fun. You choose whichever one you want. This one, that one, and while you fuck her the other one watches from where she stands… And how does she stand, Shawn, my friend?”

Shawn walks to him and takes the spiked rod. “Why she’s parked on this beauty.” He holds it up and shakes it in the air. “Point first in her wee cunt, a couple of feet inside her, if it fits. She gets to wriggle and squirm and we get to watch them both.”

Zasha is nodding. “Da, this is so. Play the game, Karsten.” He comes over and touches Juniper’s head then Georgia’s. “Which you fuck? Which will we impale? Hmmm?”

“You’re going to stick that in the one I don’t choose?” Though he’s grimacing, there’s a coarseness in his tone, an eagerness even. As if he is both shocked and excited.

Fuck this man. They all need to burn, after someone puts them through a mincer.

My hands flex and strain against the cuffs, though I know getting free will not be possible.

“Yes,” Zasha purrs. “Nice, hey?”

“Not what I would have thought up but, since you ask me, I have to choose this one still.” He walks to Georgia and lifts her to her feet, slips his hand between her legs, shifts aside the crotch of her white panties. From the way she winces, he’s fingering her.

He moves away, looks at his fingers. “So, with the other one, will I wait for what you’re doing to happen first?”

“Sure.” Without warning, Shawn yanks Juniper to her feet and pulls her to the central spot.

I lunge up onto my feet and get all of a foot or two before Zasha grabs my hair and rams me back onto my knees. “Stay, boy.” He positions himself behind me with his gun drawn and held to my head. “Be good. Watch.”

Watch her die.

Actually… I shouldn’t stop watching. This will be her death, but watching her die is the last thing I can do for her, and she may get something from knowing I am here?

Maybe? I don’t fucking know. How useless I have been.

Useless.

When she struggles, Shawn drops her to the ground, forces her to lie on her stomach, and stands on her with one foot while he undoes the cuff from one of her hands. He cuts off the bra and panties they gave her yesterday, leaves them on the floor. Her legs are scuffling, zigzagging over the floor. She’s still resisting, my brave girl.

I wish we were anywhere else but here.

Does it end here? It can’t.

The cruelty of these men.

Zasha laughs. “We string her up on the chain first, with her hands above, and then we slooowly lower her down onto spike. Maybe we gag her first since the pain might make her yell a bit. What do you think, mister Aaron?”

He cranes back my head, the gun still hovering beside me.

Juniper is sobbing, and Georgia whimpers as Karsten does god knows what to her. Or maybe she’s just horrified at what Juniper is suffering.

I look at him, meet his eyes, and I spit up at him. The gob of spit slides down his cheek below his left eye.

Then he punches me to the floor.

I’m sprawled there, pain ringing in my ears, when I hear a distant boom-boom.

Was that the head blow or my imagination?

“Breaching charge!” Zasha yells. He leaves me where I lie and runs for the door, yanks it open, then spins and waits. The door bounces off the wall and begins to swing shut again. “Secure her! Get your weapon and follow.”