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I bit my lip, and I am giddy with excitement.
Before stepping back, I grind my pelvis against his. A game I can play as well. Last time, watching me, he couldn’t stop himself from fucking me, in the blood of our victim. This is no different, I can feel his hard cock pushing against his pants. This shit turns him on, and I am feeling as desperate as he is.
He doesn’t react.
Which only tortures me more.
Before stepping back, I nip his bottom lip and pull on it with my teeth. His decorated face remains neutral, letting me have my way with him.
I apply a little more pressure with my teeth, then let it go. He still doesn’t move but his eyes are slightly hooded. Pride erupts inside of me. But I don’t let him see it. I can play this game too. Instead, I turn around, brushing my ass against him then walk towards number two.
Placing the peeler on the trolly, I grab the pair of scissors. Pulling at the hem of his sweater, I begin cutting. As I reach the neckline, I do one more cut and the fabric parts in the middle, falling to each side exposing his somewhat hairy chest and stomach.
Tilting my head, I think about what I can do to wake him up with what I have been given. It takes me a moment, but I know exactly what needs to be done. Placing the scissors back down, I collect the peeler. I place one hand on his collarbone, pushing him up tall as he is hunched over. Then I place my other hand, with the peeler, just above his erect nipple. Applying pressure, I slowly move the blades down his chest. Blood starts to trickle as I continue, once I reach his nipple I apply more pressure, needing to make sure I get it all.
I force my peeler blades over his erect nipple and slice it clean off him. More blood begins to flow down his body. Looking up, his eyes are open slightly as his head sways from side to side.
It’s working.
I do the same to the other side, still pushing him up, I slide the peeler down. This time I move faster, using one fluid moment to slice his second nipple off. Number two yells in agony, finally becoming aware of what is happening.
Elijah walks up beside me, reaching up with a ball gag, placing it in number two’s mouth then wrapping it around his head and buckling it up.
“This should muffle some of it.” E mumbles before gripping number two’s chin between his thumb and forefinger, ink lining his fingers.
“You are our bitch now.”
E steps back and grabs a couple cords with clamps and attaches them to the metal chair. I follow the cords with my eyes, from the chair to the trolly, then off into the wall. As I follow the cords, trying to figure out what they could be for, E is already making his way over to the wall which has a red switch on it.
Without any hesitation, he flips.
Number two begins vibrating on the chair. His muscles clench and I can hear cracking sounds. His dark pants now have a wet spot on them, he has pissed himself. More snapping and tiny noises fill the space but I can’t figure out where they are coming from.
Number two’s muscles are stiff from the electricity, causing his head to vibrate viciously with his eyes squeezed shut.
Blood continues to drip down his chest and I am now noticing some coming from the corners of his mouth. A few more moments pass before E turns the switch back off. He walks back over to me. “It was his teeth against the ball breaking. His muscles were spasming, causing him to clench down even harder, causing them to break. I assume he tried to use his tongue at some point to try and stop it, but the chipped edges would have cut it.”
I don’t respond. I am taking it in.
I am not scared. More curious, wanting to learn. To make Elijah proud.
To make myself proud.
“Little bat, can you unclip the cables for me? While I teach our guest a valuable lesson. You do not touch what does not belong to you.”
Elijah’s words come out seething. His focus is solely on number two. I kneel down and unclamp the cord from where they are in the metal chair. The ends are still warm to touch as I place them back on the trolly.
As I go to stand, Elijah steps forward, his fist swings back and then connects with number two’s jaw.
“Are you fucking looking at her?”
The man tries to cough as more blood trickles out of his gagged mouth. His nose has also started to bleed.
E grips the back of the chair with his hands, his knuckles white as he boxes number two in, getting right in his face.
“You do not touch what does not belong to you. You do not look at what doesn’t belong to you.” His voice rasps with each word spoken as he continues, “You know why you are here. He tried to steal her from me. You were going to touch what is mine. You wrote your death certificate, I am only fulfilling it.”
Chills move up my spine, my mind and body are devouring each word Elijah speaks.
