Page 241 of The Monster and the Masochist

Cass just tossed her hair over her shoulder and continued to lead us past the embalming room and toward my shitty little gym.

“Cass, what–”

I followed her into the small concrete room, but stopped in my tracks as I laid eyes on my ‘surprise.’

My mouth dropped open, and I barely registered Ryan’s bark of shock as I tried to process exactly what it was I was seeing.

“Is that… Is that our old principal?” Ryan gasped, and Cal bounded up to him with a big smile on his face, nodding his head enthusiastically.

“Yeah, baby! Haven’t you seen him on TV? He’s been all over the news.”

“When the fuck was I supposed to have time to watch TV, angel? Between the wedding planning and the services, you know I’ve barely had time to breathe… What the fuck? Why is he hanging from the ceiling of our basement!?”

“He’s not hanging, baby… Not yet, at least.” Callum smirked, kissing his fiancé happily on the cheek.

I only knew he’d kissed him because of the loud smack of the smooch.

I couldn’t see them.

I couldn’t see anything but Father Samwell, who was indeed standing in the middle of the room with a fucking noose around his neck.

The noose had been strung through the hook that normally held my punching bag, and it was currently loose around the man’s throat.

As my eyes roamed over his body, I slowly came to understand why.

He was bound and gagged, with his hands tied in front of him. All his fingers on both hands were clearly broken and jutting out in all different directions. They must have been broken for some time, as most of them were swollen and bruised.

Someone had ripped open his dress shirt and carved the word ‘Pedophile’ into his chest, and it was bleeding so much his grey suit pants were stained with it. Though… from the strong scent of urine permeating the room, I assumed the dark wet mark on his pants wasn’t just from the blood.

But even all that was secondary.

What had my attention were the large red high-heeled shoes someone had crammed onto his feet.

They were an obnoxious, red patent leather, and he stood there, teetering in them.

His legs were shaking, and honestly, mine would have been too, because it was clear that if he lost his balance and fell… Well, there wasn’t enough rope to make sure he touched the ground.

“What do you think, baby?”

I jumped at Cass’s warm, soft voice in my ear.

Turning to look at her, I tried to blink, but my eyes were so wide that it felt like I might never blink again.

“H-how… did you…?”

Her eyes shone with affection as she wrapped her hands around my waist, tugging me in close so she could leave gentle kisses up the side of my neck.

“I brought him here for you, if you want him. I thought it might make you feel better to kill him.”

“I… You…”

What!?

My brain wasn’t fucking working.

Holy shit…

Holy fucking shit!