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"Please. I’ll do better," he begged.
This was getting a bit ridiculous. I hadn't even done anything and he was begging like I’d just read him his last rites. Just as I was about to stab him in the hand, Remington walked back in. I froze, my knife hovering right above his father. I was just expecting to see that look in his eyes. That look that said he thought I was a monster.
"You'll have to walk me through this, sweetheart. I'm afraid that torture is more of Cain and Paxton's domain. I'm usually the pretty face of the deal," he said lightly, showing absolutely no signs of disgust.
If I hadn't known that I was already messed up, I would know it right now. Because I was totally getting off on the fact that Remington and I were about to torture his asshole father together. Another thing to talk about with that future therapist who I would eventually have to kill after I told them all my secrets.
Remington had his gun out again. "Alright, where do I shoot first?" he drawled.
I rolled my eyes. Rookie.
“You don't use guns in torture until the very end,” I scoffed, recognizing the dark thrill in my voice that I’d always done my best to keep hidden. I took the knife and stabbed it into his father, about two inches into the skin, of course eliciting a loud scream because the man was a pussy. And then, I dragged the knife slowly across his chest, making sure that I stayed the same depth the entire time. This way I could rip at the skin and the muscle, but not hit any vital organs. And it hurt. A lot.
Remington was watching me, looking entranced when I glanced back at him.
I held out the knife to him while his father wriggled like a worm at my feet.
"Want a turn?" I asked.
He shook his head slowly and took a step forward. "I want to watch you, little devil," he said hoarsely.
It took me a second to realize what I was hearing in his voice.
It was lust.
Arousal.
He wanted me.
Badly.
These men really were as fucked up as I was.
I turned back to the sniveling fool, and this time I grabbed his bound wrists and latched onto his pinky finger.
"This is going to hurt," I said seriously before I began to rip every one of his fingernails off. His screams filled the room, sending shivers down my spine. I didn't want to look too closely at what kind of shivers they were.
I went to his feet next, and I took off every one of his toenails. He passed out, and I hummed in disappointment, reaching into my pocket for some of the smelling salts I’d grabbed before leaving.
"Holy fuck. You were prepared," Remington muttered, and I grinned at him, wondering if it was clear to him the madness that lay just under my skin.
I shook the salts under his father's nose, and he woke up with a gasp, tears falling down his face when he saw me leaning over him.
"Please," he croaked.
Evidently, that was enough to set Remington off, because he lunged forward and ripped the knife from my hands, and began to make long cuts all over his father's torso.
I was willing to bet that "please" had been offered to his father many a time over the years, without any sympathy, judging by the savage look on Remington's face.
There was blood everywhere, and I idly wondered if his father had any blood diseases with how nasty of a person he was.
Remington dragged his knife up his father's cheek, almost slicing into his eye, and the man howled.
He wouldn't die from anything that we were doing to him. I wondered how long Remington wanted this to last. There were three other bodies that needed to be taken care of before anyone randomly dropped by.
Just as I had that thought, Remington dropped the knife and it clattered to the floor. He lurched up and grabbed at his hair, letting out an animalistic scream that spoke to all of the pain and sorrow that this man had put him and his family through. His chest was heaving and he stared at me wildly.
"I'll finish him for you," I said, wanting to do this for him.
