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"I think I want revenge. I think that's the final thing I need to do before I can move on."
"Then let's go get ready to get your vengeance, princess," he says with ease as he stands and reaches for my hands, pulling me up with him and embracing me in his warm arms.
Twenty-Four
Charlie
"They're in there?" I ask Liam as I stare blankly at the door ahead. It's ordinary. Wooden. Nothing special. And yet inside of that door are the two men that set the whirling chaos in my mind in motion.
They are the ones that hurt me, scarred me, and rearranged my brain.
"They are." His words are heavy, his voice low, quiet.
The two guards outside of the door stare straight ahead, not looking at me even though I'm only mere feet away from them.
"You don't have to do this. We can take care of this for you, Char," Crow tells me as he brings his hand to the back of my neck and begins rubbing his hand back and forth.
I know I don't have to but I really, really fucking want to. They hurt me, and now it's my turn to hurt them. I'm feeling surprisingly strong but maybe that's because I haven't had to look at their faces yet.
"Are they healed from what you did?" I ask.
"Healed and tied up. They can't move," Liam tells me.
I nod. Good. That's good.
I walk forward with Crow and Liam to my rear and open the door, the guards not leaving their posts as I do.
They're each sat in a chair with a hospital gown, the only thing covering their bodies. They're facing me, the chairs around two or three feet apart from one another.
"Shut the door and tell the guards to come back later."
I'm not sure if it's Liam or Crow that listens to my command, but I hear hushed voices speak and the door close as I stand watching the fear filled faces of the imbeciles in front of me.
They're nothing. Ragged men probably not much older than I am, and yet they thought they had the right to touch me. To hurt me. To take what they wanted. But now it's my turn to take what I want.
Their manhood.
I twist the knife in my hand by its handle, my hands desperate to take action, but I remind myself of how I want this to happen. Slowly. I want them to feel the worry and terror that I did. I want them to see the blood and red and soaked skin that I did.
I walk towards Matt first and watch as he attempts to move away from me. His body can't do anything aside from sweat with the chains around his ankles, arms, and neck. The chair moves a little as he shoves his weight from one way to the other.
"Hold him." Crow and Liam take one side each, going to his back and holding him still.
The tape covering his mouth stops him from speaking but doesn't stop the noises that leave him as he attempts to speak or scream.
I've always thought of myself as a very empathetic individual but in this moment, I feel truly heartless. Psychotic. Uncaring.
I fall to my knees directly in front of Matt and lift the hospital gown up his legs until it reaches his waist. His penis hangs loosely between his legs as he attempts to shake his head, his eyes wide and terrified as tears begin to fall.
"That's right. Cry. Roar. Scream," I whisper to him as I look up into his eyes while a monstrous grin covers my face.
I take his flaccid penis in my left hand and begin severing it with the knife in my other hand. His movements and muffled screams do nothing but urge me on as I attempt to cut through the surprisingly tough skin and muscle. Blood squirts out and covers my face. I wipe the blood away from my eyes with my arm before continuing my pursuit, watching with keen curiosity as his eyes begin closing. His head lolls to the side as I finish the job I set out to do. The pouring blood doesn't stop as I finally slash the final piece of thin skin and take the severed skin and muscle in my hand.
It's tiny. Maybe an inch long. I'm not sure if it'll work for what I have planned. One can only try.
I stand and face who I now know is not Stoner but instead a man named Danny.
"Get me some more tape," I tell Crow as I look into his worried eyes.
