Page 76 of Reaper's Revenge


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“Cletus’s?”

“Ah, you missed so much over here, Brother! Cletus makes the most exquisite alligator products, and since you owe me a pair of boots as I had to toss my favourite ones, that's going to be my gift from Cletus for all the nutrition we supply him for his stock.”

“You're not making any sense.”

“Fuck, big brother, you got thick after you died! Cletus has an alligator farm. We supply him with the bodies of our enemies, and he repays us with the finest alligator products going. My favourite boots I had to abandon because of you, and Cletus is going to recreate them using the alligator he feeds your disgusting, nasty, deluded arse to. And they will make me smile every time I wear them, knowing your blood paid for them.”

“Ray!”

“Firstly, we need rules. One, don't you go bleeding out before I’ve severed everything I can imagine. Two… Well, one should do for now. We will come back to them later if we need more rules.”

“Ray, you don't want to do this. You're my little sister. I love you.”

“Funny, the arsehole who was beating me and allowing Roach to torture and try to rape me didn’t love me, didn’t care enough to stop. What makes you think I give a shit about you?”

“I'm your brother. I know how much that means to you”

“No. Bran and Dane are my brothers. Ares, Dozer, Priest, Viking, Blade, and Tank are my brothers, and I love them with everything I have. That's why I joined you, to protect them from you. You, big brother,” I grit out at him, “are nothing to me, and every bit of pain you've inflicted on me over the years, you're about to receive tenfold. You labelled me Reaper as a slur, as something pathetic skulking in the shadows. But you’re about to meet her, the her you helped create, and trust me, you will shit yourself.

You removed the last piece of humanity I had left, and I thank you because I will now get the opportunity to bring her out. I kept her and Ray separate for so long, then I met Steel and could actually be them both together, and I’d never been happier. Now, Ray’s definitely gone. I can’t even hear her faint voice of conscience in my ear. All I can hear now are screams and shouts of ‘make him suffer,’ and suffer you will!

“Ray, please.”

“Fuck, you really are a pussy! After everything you and Roach did, you didn't once hear me beg. I haven't even started yet, and you're wanting out!” I shake my head. “You’re such a fucking disappointment, Sebastian!”

I turn and walk to my toolbox, done with this conversion. “Ray, Ray, please, Ray, we can sort this, Ray.”

“We’re done talking.” Holding the scalpel in one hand and the tweezers in the other, I walk back over to him.

“Let's begin, shall we? Oh, and feel free to scream all you like. No one's coming for you, big brother. I don't need a TV screen to prove that. You know it, and I know it, which will make this so much sweeter.”

I walk down to the soles of his feet, and start to slowly remove the skin from them, and toss it into the bin. He screams and pants and cries, and I’ve barely got started. Next, I remove his toenails with pliers. I just rip those fuckers out. “This little piggy went to market,” I squeeze his bloody big toe between my thumb and finger. When I release it, he's gasping, so I grab the next one. “And this little piggy stayed at home.” I squeeze down on it. “This little piggy had roast beef.” I squeeze. “And this little piggy had none.” I squeeze again. I grasp my tin snips from the drawer. “And this little piggy cried…” I squeeze the snips around his toe, and the crunch makes me groan. Fuck, that's satisfying. Grabbing a spoon and the blow torch, one of those cute little ones for making crème brûlée, I cauterise the wound.

Once the screaming stops, I move to the next foot. And then I go through the toes again until I’ve removed every single fucking one, tossing them all in the bin.

The only time I take a break is when he pisses himself, and I have to take a step back so I don't get covered in it.

But now I head over to the freezer, grab a lasagna ready meal, stick it in the microwave, and lay down on the air mattress while I wait for my food. I tune out the whimpering and calls of my name. I mean, I could end this and be done, but where's the fun in that?

DING! The sound of the microwave startles me awake, and I slide off the mattress and grab my food. I walk over to Bas and sit beside him. I cut a fine slice of the piping hot lasagna and move it along his skin between his top lip and his nose, making him scream out from the burning sensation. “Good to know!”

I flop back into my chair and start to blow my food. It's clearly too hot from his reaction. It's late after I finish my food, and I'm exhausted. I take my rubbish away, and I come back with some eyelid clamps, fuck knows what they’re called, the ones they use to keep your eyes open. I lean over him and quickly slide them on from either side. “Get some shut-eye, big brother. Tomorrow’s gonna be a long day.” I laugh.

Dane

I’ve been in Dice’s tech room all day, and I'm working like a dog trying to hack into Ray’s system. Fuck knows who she’s had help from, but they’re good, and I can’t find a way around it. Dice rubs at my shoulders. “Babe, let’s go home. You need to get some rest.”

“I can't. Wait till I get to her. I need to get in there and make sure she’s okay. If I lose her, Dice… if she does something stupid… if he gets loose and kills her down there… I can't.” I rub my eyes and lean back into him, and close my eyes for a second.

“Let me help,” he mumbles, walking round to the front of me and sliding to his knees. He slides off my trainers and pulls my sweats down. “Fuck, I love it when you don’t wear underwear.” He grins at me.

“I thought you hated it?”

“I hate it when we go anywhere, and people can see what's mine.”

“Oh yeah, and what's that?” I grin down at him.

He grabs my dick and licks it base to tip. “This.” He grins at me before taking me in his mouth.

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