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Declan
We’ve been takingturns interrogating the man who destroyed our lives. I know we’ll never get the revenge we truly want on him, since we can’t kill him three times over, but finally having him in our clutches, getting to fucking draw his blood, it’s as close as we’re going to get. He’s been teetering on the edge of death for the last thirty minutes, but we don’t want to send him to hell just yet. What would be the fun in that?
“Last chance to tell us where the thumb drive is. We’ll make it quick and pain-free if you tell us how to get it. If not…we will make it very, very painful.”
“Kill me. I’d rather die than tell you a single thing.” He spits, blood dripping from his mouth. I take the knife in my hand and fist the handle, leaning into his face, giving him one last chance to tell us what we want to hear.
“Tell me where the fuck it is, Richards, or I’m putting this blade in your thigh,” I sneer. Richards’ near lifeless eyes collide with mine and I know he isn’t going to give me the answer I want.
“Go to fucking hell.” He wheezes, and I smirk, pulling the knife back before placing it in his thigh. The blade cuts through his clothing and the meaty muscle and skin of his thigh like a hot knife through butter. Richards cries out in pain, his chest straining as he tries to breathe.
“Hurts, doesn’t it?” Wes mocks.
“Imagine how Jessa felt when you had that bastard try and skin her alive?” Trey says next. Richards’ eyes flicker open and closed, but even near death, he doesn’t give a fuck, or even ask for forgiveness, not that I would give it to him even if he asked, begged, or fucking pleaded.
“I should’ve killed her…” His chest heaves with the effort to speak. “I should have killed her when I had the chance. It would’ve been better than having her end up with you three.”
“We saved her life, fucker,” Trey growls, slamming his fist into the side of Richards’ head. He sags in the chair with the force of the blow, his eyes drifting closed for a long moment before opening again.
“We’ll never let her go again, we’ll keep her with us forever, and we’ll make certain no one touches a hair on her beautiful blonde head, besides us,” Wes snarls, clenching his blood covered fists at his sides.
“Last chance, before we end it…” I lean down, and into his face, my eyes casting a glance over his mangled flesh before meeting his eyes. “Where is the flash drive?”
He shakes his head. “Fuck off.” He barely gets the words out and I’m leaning back grabbing another knife from the back table and delivering the final blow. With the flick of my wrist, I slice him from ear to ear, watching as the blood that’s left in his body drains out of him, the coppery scent of it tickling my nose. I stare at the blood, watching as it paints the floor red, and clings to the bottom of my boots…and I feel…I feel at peace, for once.
There’s still a gnawing feeling in my gut, but I feel better knowing that this sack of shit is gone from the world. I still want the USB drive, but only so we can rid the world of more horrible fuckers just like him.
“What do you want to do with the body?” Trey asks, a calmness seeming to overtake him. It’s strange but he seems different now, we all do, actually. Like a mountain has been lifted off our shoulders.
“We’ll worry about that tomorrow. Let the fucker be, he’s dead anyway. Plus, all I want right now is to go upstairs, take a shower, and be with Jessa.”
“Let’s go then,” Wes agrees. Trey and I step out of the room, leaving the dead body of the man who caused us so much pain behind. Wes follows, closing and locking the door behind him. We take the elevator upstairs and head into our rooms for showers.
I spot Jessa curled up on the couch as we walk in. I’m not sure if she’s sleeping since she’s facing away from us as we enter the room. I don’t stop to check on her, and not because I don’t want to because fuck me, do I want to soothe the ache I know she’s feeling, but because I don’t want her to see the blood on my hands. I know she’s aware of what we are, and what we planned to do to Richards, but that doesn’t mean we need to flaunt what we did in front of her.
Once I’m finally alone, in the confines of my bathroom, I strip out of my clothes and toss them into the corner. I turn on the shower as hot as it will go and step under the boiling spray. I scrub my body with soap making sure every smidge of that fucker’s blood is washed off of me before rinsing off completely and stepping out. I don’t want a drop of that filthy fucker’s blood touching her.
I dry off and walk back into the bedroom. I’m surprised to see Jessa sitting on my bed as I enter the room. Worry creases her forehead, and her blue eyes, though as beautiful as always, seem to hold a deep sadness.
“Is he dead?”
“Yes,” I say while watching her face closely. I don’t want her to resent me for killing the man she thought was her father, but there was no way I could let him live, and I know she understands that.
“Was his death painful?” she asks, her eyes on her hands this time.
“Do you really want to know?” I ask tipping my head to the side as if I’m examining her.
“I don’t know. I don’t know anything right now...my head is a mess. The only thing I do know is that I want you, Trey and Wes in this bed with me. I want to forget what happened today.” She gives me a soft smile and I damn near melt.
“Did I hear my name?” Trey walks in as if right on cue, a grin on his lips, his eyes dazzling with amusement.
“Go get Wes, our princess wants us to keep her mind off of what happened today, and I know just the thing to clear her head,” I tell Trey. I watch him turn on his heels and leave the room on a sprint. I turn back to the lovely creature on my bed, making eye contact with her.
“And you, Princess…strip.”
She obeys immediately. Pulling the large sleep shirt over her head, exposing her full tits and silky smooth alabaster skin. She’s not wearing any underwear as always and as soon as I see her glistening pussy, my cock turns to steel. How did we get so lucky? How did we fall for our captive?
