I shake my head. “No. I’m not letting him go.”
She giggles softly.
“I don’t want you to let him go. I need him face down on the bed. I’m going to fuck his ass, with the dead foot he raped me with.”
His pleas, for her to not do this to him, are drowned out by blood pulsing in my ear drums. The more I find out about what he did to her, the more the rage builds, and I know his death will differ from my normal routine. The suffering will be catastrophic.
Squatting down, I use my scalpel to cut the zip ties on his ankles, before righting myself and doing the same with his arms. I grab his throat and lift him from the chair, before throwing him on the bed, and kneeling on his back.
“Heather, if he tries to kick her, tase him.”
“Gladly,” she says excitedly, as she brings the dead limb over to Bianca.
Bianca spreads his legs, and again she begins a childlike gleeful giggle.
“You might enjoy this, with that foot fetish of yours. Ever been fucked in the ass?” She says to him in a taunting tone.
He doesn’t move. I have no doubt he knows Heather will tase his nuts again if he does. Lying absolutely still, he cries into the thin mattress.
“I’m sorry. Please don’t do this to me.”
Bianca lines the disgusting foot up against his ass, running the toes between his cheeks and says, “Funny, isn’t it? I think I said the very same words to you. More than once.”
She slams the foot hard until it’s halfway inside him, and then pushes harder, causing the bone of the appendage to snap loudly, indicating it has pierced through flesh. The blood is nearly instant as his screams fill the room. This woman has taken everything that has been given to her. I honestly didn’t think she had this in her, but fuck, I like it. Her strength makes me want her more. The way she’s taking the revenge she wants into her own hands is fucking hot. She’s not a victim, she’s a goddamn survivor. Like me. Crazy recognizes crazy, but so does trauma.
My initial instinct was to stop, the second I started. This is gross, and completely unlike me, but his whimpers of pain, along with the blood coming from his ass, make me feel something I never expected, or wanted.
Power.
It’s not that I crave dominance, but getting revenge, after what he did to me, is healing. I didn’t realize how much I needed it until now.
I shove the foot as far as it’ll go, burying it to the ankle, as he continues to scream about how much it hurts.
“Good,” I snap. After all, that was the goal. I knew, from the amount of blood, that it had to be painful, but hearing it from him makes it even more rewarding.
Pulling it out most of the way, I slam it back inside him, and I swear you can hear the skin tearing, in between his cries of agony.
I remove the damaged extremity from his ass, and shake my head at my own thoughts, as I toss the leg on the floor.
“I’m ready for the next part. I need him on his back.”
Raven removes his knee from his back and flips him over, putting his knee on Dr. Martin’s chest.
“What’s next, pretty girl?” He asks, with his lips pulled up into a mischievous smile.
I’m not sure if I’ll be able to do this. It’s possible I’ll be entirely too squeamish, and vomit all over him, but I want to try.
“How do I skin his dick?”
Raven arches his eyebrow before chuckling.
“Alexsander, you fucked up, man. You really pissed offmygirl. Doesn’t she look fucking stunning like this? I bet when you planned for her to come here, this wasn’t what you imagined.”
He hands me his scalpel and I take it. I hold it tight in my hand, as I stare down at the surgical instrument I know has taken many lives, but none are more necessary than this one.
“I’ll be honest. I’ve never skinned a dick, but you’ll want to cut around the base. Then you’ll slide the scalpel under his flesh, and wiggle it back and forth, as you move up his dick. Think of it like skinning an apple, same concept, just tougher. I do think we should zip tie him. No man could possibly hold still while someone cuts at his junk. Look in his bag, and grab me four of the ties.”
Rifling through the bag, I find various items including drugs. For a moment I consider drugging him, so he can see how it felt for me, but I decide against it quickly. I want him to feel everything, and knocking him out would defeat the purpose. Dr. Martin begs as Raven moves him on the bed, and I hand him the black zip ties.
