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“Your turn, Tyler. Saddle up. It’s bareback and fun tonight,” Kyle goads, grabbing my naked crotch and then slapping it. “It’s getting a little worn out.”
“This is for me,” I hiss, slicing the blade down his torso, scooting back as he screams in agony. The slice is just shallow enough to burn like fire but not deep enough to bleed too much.
Another memory surfaces, one that has my heart being suffocated and squeezed to death.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Carlyle. But it seems like the damage done to your internal organs and the life saving measures they took at the hospital have prevented you from ever being able to have children. They were forced to perform an emergency hysterectomy.”
More tears cascade down my cheeks as I slice him to the side, slowly flaying a piece of flesh from his body like the monstrous pro I’ve become.
“This is for my father,” I tell him, carving another section.
“Your father was weak. He cried as my dad’s guys took turns. Oh, let me tell you everything they did and how your father cried like a little bitch.”
I peel back a square of flesh, removing it from his body. Barely any blood flows because of how perfectly executed it is, but he still screams and cries, because it burns like hell.
He’ll be skinned alive before I’m done.
“His ass is tighter than her cunt, if anyone wants a turn on that. He’s a fucking faggot, so he’s enjoying it,” Kyle says while laughing.
“Did you get shit on your dick?” Morgan taunts.
“Nah. Just needed to feel something that worn out whore can’t provide. She stopped being tight the first time I shoved my dick in her.”
Another piece of flesh is carved away, and Jake continues to restrain Kyle as my tears grow more fervent and feverish, burning my own flesh.
“I took your virginity a long time ago. It’s only right that I take this too,” Kyle says, flipping me to my stomach as I cry out, forcing the tears back as he pushes me up on my knees and spreads my butt cheeks.
“Please don’t!” I scream.
“Beg, whore. Won’t do you any good. No one cares.”
“Please stop!” Kyle cries out as I wave another square of flesh in front of his eyes.
“Beg, whore. Won’t do you any good,” I whisper darkly. “No one cares.”
His eyes try to shut, but I grab his jaw, forcing them to open and stare at the mirror above our heads.
“We have a long way to go,” I tell him calmly. “And you’re going to be awake for all of it, even if I have to sew your eyelids open. So you choose if that’s necessary or not.”
Tears pour from his eyes for a different reason than they fall from mine. Mine fall from ten years of anguish that I’ve suppressed. Ten years of hatred I’ve confined. Ten years of pain I’ve ignored.
This is the monster that led the charge, and he’ll die by my hands.
My tears fall for freedom.
They fall because he’ll no longer haunt my nightmares. I’ll lull myself to sleep with the memories of the screams he shares so freely.
“Don’t worry, Victoria. You won’t die yet,” Kyle says as he slides the small knife over my body, leaving behind a faint trail of blood. “We still have all night.”
My knife slides down as I climb off his body, and it nicks the limp flesh between his legs. Unlike Morgan, he’s not a sexual deviant. He’s just a sick son of a bitch who happens to have sociopathic tendencies.
He freezes, his eyes widening in horror, knowing what’s to come.
“Don’t worry, Kyle. I’m not ready for the grand finale just yet. We still have all night.”
“Now everyone will know you’re the whore. The whole town will see what you really are.”
“You’ll never get away with this!” my brother shouts, but Kyle ignores him, speaking to me as though I’m the one who shared those words.
