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Stalking back over to the sobbing asshole, I smile at him. “Which hand do you want to part with?” I ask. Zamira gasps behind me and I smirk at her reaction. After all she’s seen us do to her, this is what she’s gasping about?
“What?” he screams, trying to squirm out of his restraints. “No. No, you can’t do that. I promise I didn’t touch anyone that didn’t want it. That bitch right there is lying.”
Something inside me snaps. This piece of shit doesn’t get to talk about Zamira. He doesn’t even get to think about her.
“Fine. I’ll pick,” I say right before I swing the axe. With the first hit to his left wrist, the cracks fill the room and the skin breaks, but it isn’t enough so I go again. “Hmm, looks like I should have sharpened it before I hit you with it. It seems… a little dull.” I chuckle.
With the next swing, his left hand falls to the ground, making a splat sound against the floor.
His screams echo off the concrete walls. “What the fuck?” he yells, staring down in horror at where his hand should be, looking like he’s going to puke from the sight. Blood pours from the wound, my eyes watching every drip.
“Can I kill this asshole?” I ask Ace.
Tony yells a string of curses as I turn my attention to Ace. “He deserves something else before you kill him,” he says.
“Oh, you’re right. I almost forgot,” I purr, replacing the axe in my hand with my favorite knife again. I stalk toward Tony. His face is drenched in sweat and tears, paler than before. His head lolls to the side, but he holds it up as best as possible. He’s begging me to stop, but I’m too in my head to hear exactly what he’s saying.
I have one plan for the sick, disgusting shit he’s done. I plunge the knife straight through his dick, giving it a rough twist, digging it deeper as I do. I’ve never seen someone’s eyes get so wide, and it feels so fucking good. His mouth hangs open like he wants to scream, but all that comes out is a croak. I push it in further for one last good measure. He doesn’t get to use this nasty fucking appendage any more.
“Now,” Ace commands.
It’s time to show Zamira exactly what the Saints do.
Pulling the knife from Tony’s pathetic dick, I slice right across his throat in one quick swipe, causing blood to squirt everywhere.
A loud gasp fills the room, and I’m not sure if it was from Zamira or what’s left of Tony.
What the actual fuck?
I shut my mouth, quickly clenching my eyes shut as warm liquid splashes on my face. All I can hear is Blais chuckling while Tony’s gurgles slowly stop until there’s only silence. Blood covers my face, dripping from my hair, soaking into the material of the shirt I’m wearing.
Nausea hits me as memories of Tommy’s blood soaking our kitchen floor flash through my mind. If I’m being honest with myself, I’ve never had a problem with blood. The sick feeling twisting in my stomach is from how good it felt to see him lifeless on the floor—that’s the problem. A reminder that I killed him and he’s never coming back. He’ll never hurt me again, because I fucking stopped him.
No, Zamira. You can’t think like that.
I slowly blink my eyes open, hoping the blood won’t seep into them since I can’t move my arms from the binds. Tony is slumped over as Blais looks deranged standing over his limp body. I was shocked when they brought me in here, sitting me across from the man that put his hands on me. Not that I wanted him to get away with what he did, but I wasn’t prepared for this sort of punishment for touching my chest.
Why the fuck would they kill him?
They didn’t even get any information out of him. If that’s what they wanted then why would they end their torture so soon? I know I snitched on him, so I can’t help feeling responsible for his death. They told me they’d taken care of him, saying he was fired, but I didn’t think this was how they’d ultimately deal with him.
My eyes fall to his severed hand on the floor, wincing from imagining how bad it had to hurt having Blais hack it with an axe. All this for touching me? Is there more that I don’t know?
Ace puts a hand on Blais’ shoulder, pulling him back, whispering something into his ear. Blais looks reluctant, but he hands the knife over to Ace and moves to my side. The pink-haired monster looks both insane and so fucking happy. He stares down at me, taking in the blood splattered all over my face.
Even though I just watched him kill a man, I can’t deny how handsome he truly is. His blackened eyes are daunting, but his sharp features only pull me in deeper, wanting me to stay trapped in his gaze. My eyes roam over the blood splattered across his forehead, stopping on thepiercings in his eyebrow before I’m pulled from my trance.
Licking his lips, he groans with pleasure as he adjusts the obvious erection in his blood-stained jeans. He leans down so close I can feel his warm breath skating against my skin. “You’re so fucking beautiful with blood all over you, darling.”
Before I can even respond, he starts to lick me. I gasp at the quick movement while his warm tongue runs over my mouth licking up what’s left of Tony. His piercing slips between my lips, lightly hitting against my top teeth. A tingle trails where his tongue touched me, causing my nipples to pucker beneath the oversized shirt I’m wearing.
“What the fuck?” I’m finally able to form a coherent thought, pulling away from the haze he had me in. He just licked another man’s fucking blood from my face. I should be grossed out, so why am I not? Why the hell does my sick mind find this so fucking hot?
Blais groans before he continues to lap up the blood on my cheek. He’s like a dog right now, devouring the crimson liquid from my skin. His right hand is savagely rubbing his dick through his jeans. I’m sure it’s not me that turns him on at all, it’s the fucking blood. He’s ruthlessly getting off in front of everyone, not giving a shit that we’re all watching.
“Blais,” Ace barks. “That’s enough. If you’re going to come in your pants, do it over there.” He points over to where Theon is standing. “We have work to do here.”
Reluctantly, Blais gives me a charming wink before taking a few steps back, still rubbing his cock when he comes to a stop beside Theon. Ace leans down, drawing my attention from Blais’ massive bulge to his cold, deadly stare.
