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“Which fucking hand did you grab her with?” Jason snarled, bending over him as Lucas held him down. Alex just shook his head, sucking in a wheezing breath.
“He’s right-handed,” Lucas said simply. He jerked Alex’s right arm away from his body, pinning it against the concrete, and Alex screamed.
“Fuck, you people are fucking psychopaths!” he shrieked. His tone only grew more frantic when Jason lifted his foot. “Stop! Fucking stop, shit — don’t —”
His fingers audibly cracked when Jason slammed his foot down. He screamed, his legs thrashing, and I got on top of him to help Lucas keep him still.
When Jason stepped back, it gave Lucas his opportunity. He looked at me first — just a glance. I barely had to nod to set him off. His fists landed with painfully heavy thuds, and he was laughing softly at each strike. He’d been waiting too damn long for this. Fuckingyearsof anger and restraint were unleashed, and he kept striking with single-minded focus.
“That’s enough,” I said and laid my hand against his shoulder. His arm stopped in midair, knuckles bloody. Alex looked like he was about to pass out.
“Wish you were dead yet?” I said, slapping his face a few times to get him to look at me. His eyes rolled, his nose bled.
“Fuck...fuck you...” He gasped in pain, but there wasn’t much sense in him. “Should’ve...fucked her when I had the chance...”
I frowned. “Would you care to repeat that?”
“I should have fucked that little bitch when I had the chance!” he yelled.
My fingers twitched. “Turn him over.”
It took all three of us to get him onto his stomach. Slicing through his shirt, I ripped it out of the way and steadied my hand. He screamed as the blade dug into his skin. I wanted it to scar and I didn’t care how deeply I had to cut to do it. Lucas kept his knee pressed hard against Alex’s shoulder, one hand in a death grip on the man’s hair.
“Does that hurt?” he said, wickedly taunting as Alex struggled. His blood was staining my hands, making them slippery, but I kept carving no matter how messy it got. “Why don’t you scream louder? Maybe it’ll make us stop.”
The satisfaction I felt as my knife ripped through Alex’s flesh was almost orgasmic. A smile was fixed on my mouth. I laughed when he screamed and cried out, “You’re fucking killing me, stop! Stop...fuck...please!”
“This won’t kill you,” I said calmly. “I wouldn’t bother to kill you anyway, even though you’re a fucking waste of flesh. Death is far from the worst thing that can happen to a person, Alex. You could have your dick cut off and shoved down your throat, for example. It wouldn’t kill you, but you’d probably wish you were dead.”
“I like that idea,” Lucas said, and Alex wailed brokenly, bucking uselessly against our holds on him.
“Stop, stop, stop — I swear I won’t ever — shit!”
“This knife is getting dull,” I said, scoffing as the blade caught on his skin and sliced at an odd angle. “Shame about that. I’ll just press a little harder.”
We were limited on time; frankly, I was surprised the cops hadn’t shown up yet. So I rushed through the last few cuts, eliciting more screams and more desperate begging. But the end result was a clear warning, deep enough to scar and ugly enough to be obvious.
I ABUSE WOMENwas carved deeply into his back. I pressed my bloody hand against his face, crushing him down on the asphalt as I said, “This is your only warning, understand? If I see you around again, I’ll fucking skin you. I don’t care where it is, Alex. Don’t let me fucking see your face again.”
We left him curled like a bug on the ground.
