“With your neck like that? I highly doubt you can, my guy.” He groans again, this time at my comment, making me laugh. “Besides, who said anything about hiding my self-satisfaction? If anything, I like to keep it on display for everyone. Full frontaland all, y’know?” When he glowers in silence and decides not to reply to me, I step forward and place one foot on either side of his waist, caging him. I pull a cigarette out of my pant pocket, followed by my lighter,Death Note, then place the former between my teeth. Giving Fred an absentminded once over, I pushDeath Note’spanel to the side, watching as a long lick of blue flame rises from inside it, slithering beautifully against the chilly air.
I light up my cigarette, and as I slideDeath Noteback into my pocket, I grab my switchblade from inside the other. The first hit of blissful nicotine assaults my senses as I click open my weapon, relishing the warm buzz that zaps up my arm in its wake. “Alright, Fred, enough small talk. As much as I’m enjoying our little date, it’s time for us to get down to business.” I release a puff of smoke from the side of my lips, then give him a quick wink. “So, how about we start things off the right way and you give me that trash-talking tongue of yours, huh?”
32.
“You can’t seriously mean to d–”
“I’m sorry, is that bullshit coming out of your mouth right now?” I cut him off. “Fred, stuff has just gotten serious, so try not to interrupt my flow, will you?” I meet Magner’s eyes, then jerk my head in Fred’s direction.
He grins and walks over to us, immediately getting to work on my victim. He deftly grabs both of Fred’s wrists and aligns them against each other, ignoring the asshole’s futile struggles. He then places Fred’s joined hands under his right knee, making sure to push down on them for better security.
Fred grunts as he twists this way and that, but it’s of no use, obviously.
“You don’t have to do this, Dorian,” Heyman all but pleas. “We can settle this in a civilized way, can we not? Surely there’s a price for your generosity, and Fred would be more than happy to pay it.”
Fred lets out a broken cry as he starts nodding his head at me, but I roll my eyes and look at Heyman. “First of all, it’sDorran, not Dorian,” I say, then stretch my neck sideways and pull the cigarette out of my mouth, exhaling a distorted puff of smoke. “And second of all, nutsack, I don’t take offers from those who’ve hurt my family, least of all from scumbags like him.” I point a finger at a sobbing Fred. “So please,Heyman, keep your dick,andyour stupid offer in your ill-fitted pants, because I ain’tinterested – at all.” Leaving a dumbfounded Heyman staring at me, I face Magner again. “Get that jaw open for me.”
Fred lets out an indescribable sound – somewhere between a scream and a whimper. “Stop this madness! I beg yo–”
Magner reaches forward and casually pushes the fingers of not one butbothhis hands inside Fred’s mouth. He then stretches it wide from either direction, baring Fred open for me.
Fred thrashes some more, perhaps only now grasping the full extent of his fate. Not that it matters, though. One way or another, this was meant to happen. For all the crap he’s pulled and all the deeds he’s done, this is the least of his penance for them.
“This is going to besomuch fun,” Alex muses, to which Varsha says, “I just wannahearhim suffer, y’know? I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of it.”
Solo sighs. “Sometimes I wonder how exactly it is that I got stuck with you kids. But then I think about all the things I’ve done in my lifetime, and convince myself that I’ve perhaps received the better end of the stick. In more ways than one, I suppose.”
“You’re a lucky bastard, that’s for sure,” Aras adds. “I wouldn’t trade your crew for anything, unique as they are.”
“We are irreplaceable, thank you very much,” Alex jabs.
“I second that,” says Varsha.
“Fuck my life,” Solo mutters, sighing again.
Smiling at their conversation, I get on my knees, with Fred still between them, then lean in as if to assess his tongue. “I’m surprised there aren’t any molds on them,” I tell him. “Given all the garbage you spew every time you speak, I was hoping to see at least a little bit of decay. You, sir, have crushed my expectations.”
I hear a soft chuckle from my left, and when I look her way, Safiya mouths, “This is amazing,” to me, making me laugh.
“You are deranged!” Heyman yells. “Fucking demented!”
“You really know how to be nasty, don’t you?” I exhale a soft cloud of smoke from between my lips. “It’s too bad you don’t have the kind of throat I’d like to slide my cum down through.” I give Cigs a wink, who smiles and shakes her head at me.
“I think he’s trying to bite me,” Magner says, then bursts into a sudden bout of laughter. “Gotta say: dude’s at least trying to fight for his life.”
I glance at Fred, and scoff when I see him circling his tongue around his mouth as if he can hide it. With a smirk, I grab said tongue and bring my switchblade forward, wiggling it in front of him. “I whetted it this morning, so it shouldn’t take too long,” I provide, and with Fred’s screams piercing my ears, I finally touch my blade to his tongue.
Soft flesh breaks fluently under my sharpened weapon, resulting in a spray of red-hot blood to spurt from Fred’s mouth as he thrashes and continues to cry under me. The blood stains Magner and I’s hands, and as its stench hits my nose, mixing in with the smell of nicotine from my cigarette, I suppress a groan of fucking ecstasy. This combo right here – it’s an effervescent drug for someone like me. I thrive off this shit; Irevelin its presence.
Magner lets go of a now-silent Fred and heads back over to Aras. Fred’s chest rises and falls at a heavy rhythm, with thin streams of blood dripping down the sides of his slightly parted mouth.
I look down at the tongue in my hand – wet and flaccid – then toss it forward. With a soft thud, it lands exactly where I wanted it to: directly in front of Cignette’s feet.
“As you’d commanded,” I say to her.
She grins at me. “I fuckingloveyou.”
I chuckle. “Trust me, sweetheart, the feeling is very much mutual.”
