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“Oh no, I’m not going to spare this guy. Not for a single second,” Kai responds as he takes the syringe out, and we all watch this guy’s lights go out. “But this place won’t do for what I have in store for a fucker like him.”
He snaps his fingers at me and Nathan. “Take him downstairs and put him in the trunk. It’s time we had some old-fashioned fun.”
* * *
Kai
Fuckers like himdon’t deserve to go in the comfort of their own house.
He needs to feel the pain in his fucking soul before I’ll let him go into the nether beyond.
And I know the perfect way.
We haul him into Nathan’s room after driving back with him sleeping off the drugs in the trunk. By the time I’ve snapped my fingers, he’s groggily waking up. Too late.
Nathan and Milo ram one of Nathan’s hooks through his back and hang him from the rod in the back of his room, next to the cage.
The guy wakes screaming in agony, blood dripping down his back, but the sounds are like a song to my soul.
“Wakey, wakey.” Milo pokes him in the belly.
When he doesn’t respond, he whacks him with the nunchucks.
“Fuck! What are you doing to me?”
“Giving you all the pain you deserve and more,” Nathan muses, and he grabs one of the whips off his walls with the metal tips attached. “We told you this was going to hurt …”
Nathan holds the whip out to Lana. “You do the honors.”
She grabs the whip, and the power that takes hold of her when she clutches the leather is magnificent.
She whacks the whip into his belly, and the cries that follow are a perfect melancholy filling the room.
“Milo.” I snap my fingers. “Go wake one of the other Phantoms and tell them to guard the door. No one comes in without my explicit permission.”
Milo nods and heads outside while Lana whips the guy hanging from the hook.
“How much blood will it take to make you regret you ever laid a finger on those girls?” she growls, snapping the whip.
He whimpers. “Please, I didn’t want to hurt them. I just can’t help it.”
WHACK!
She strikes him again, this time in the groin, blood pouring onto the floor.
“Lift him higher,” I growl. “Make him dangle.”
Nathan turns the wheel in the back of the room, causing the hook to embed farther into his back as it hoists him up into the air. He’s hanging by his own flesh now, and the sight of him in pure agony is fucking glorious.
Milo returns, grabbing a chair and casually sitting to watch her from a distance while she goes wild on the guy.
She whips him again from all sides, not stopping until blood rains down on the floor and on top of her. She doesn’t care how much is spoiled or how much she’s covered with, and when she’s done, her breathing comes out in ragged breaths, blood staining her wetsuit.
She drops the whip and fishes out her knife, jabbing it into his thigh.
“Please! Stop!” the guy keeps begging, but she ignores him.
“Holy fuck …” Nathan mutters, admiring her from a distance as she keeps going, boring holes into every inch of his body.
