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My elbows smashed against his face. My knees buried into his gut.
He howled and cried, begged and gasped.
I lost who I was.
I embraced the breeding I’d always run from.
I brought up the knife.
I grabbed his bound hands.
And I hacked off one of his disgusting fingers.
A finger that had dared to touch what wasn’t his to fucking touch.
His howl tore through the night.
It fed me.
Pleased me.
I hacked off another.
His howl became wet, wracking sobs, and I relished them.
I dragged the knife to his streaming eyes, piercing his cheekbone with a wrathful detachment that made my heart barely beat and my humanity drown beneath the devil freed inside me. “You don’t deserve to look at her, you fuck.” Angling the tip, I went to scoop out his eyeball, but then...I stopped.
Ethan gagged and groaned, choking on his tears. “Please. Please, don’t! Please!”
Dragging the knife down his throat, his chest, and his heaving belly, I stopped above his jeans-clad cock. With a flick of the blade, I popped his button, yanked down his zipper, and inserted the pointy end directly over him.
“You can keep your eyes while I cut this off.”
“No! Fuck, no. Don’t—”
I pressed down on the blade over the soft meaty part of him that’d done something so un-fucking-forgivable.
He screamed.
I smiled.
I went to impale the knife, to castrate and mutilate—
“Aslan...stop.” Neri’s hands landed on my shoulders, tugging feebly.
I could ignore her.
She had no strength to pull me off.
It would be so easy to slice Ethan’s cock from stem to root and tear off his balls, one by one. Only once he was neutered would I drag the blade from navel to nose, revealing the rottenness inside him. His insides would spill out. He’d be reduced to a pile of meat. A pile of stinking, bloody meat for the sharks below to dine on.
The darkness sank over my vision again.
I pressed a little harder.
Neri fell on top of Ethan, shoving her face into mine. Her hands captured my cheeks and her flawless skin smeared with Ethan’s blood. Her breath came fast as her eyes locked with mine, and she whispered, “Enough. Enough, Aslan. I don’t want you to kill him. I changed my mind.”
“What?” I hissed. “But. He. Hurt. You.”
