I swallow. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Sure you can. He fucking deserves it, Harry.” He leans down, whispers in my ear. “And remember. Regina will do anything I say. Anything.”
The words send a rush of blood to my dick. Damn it.
I take the fireplace poker and hold it under the chef’s torch again. I hover over Dimpsey’s chest. I can feel the heat wafting toward me. I can only imagine what he’s feeling.
“Do it now, Harry! I got his eyes open.”
Sure enough, Ray has pried Hector’s eyes open like the surgical pieces used in that scene in A Clockwork Orange. Hector is trying to roll his eyes back, but Ray has them open far enough that he has to look at what I’m doing.
I squeeze my own eyes shut and bring the poker down right over Dimpsey’s bellybutton.
The singe is a quiet whistle. And the smell…
Acrid. Burning flesh.
“Again, Harry! Again!” Ray shouts.
I bring the poker down in the same spot. Dimpsey and his son both let out a stifled scream.
Ray twists his lips into a grin. “Lower, Harry.”
I lay the poker under Dimpsey’s bellybutton this time.
I widen my eyes. “You mean…?”
He slowly nods. “Pull his fucking pants down.”
“No, I can’t, Ray… He doesn’t deserve that.”
“Look at his fucking spawn.” Ray slaps Hector across the face. “Don’t you want to make sure this asshole can’t produce any more shitty little brats who can beat you into a pulp every day? You can end it right the fuck now.”
“But… But…” My own eyes fill with tears.
He pouts his lips in mock sympathy. “Aww, are you a fucking pussy, is that it?” He leers at me. “Don’t you want to get with my sister? Get your dick deep inside her?”
Fine. Fucking fine.
I’m no pussy.
And I want Regina Sinclair more than I could ever say.
Without overthinking it, I grab Dimpsey’s pajama bottoms by the waist and bring them around his knees, exposing a smallish dick nestled in a forest of pubes.
I heat the poker back up and slowly bring it down over his crotch.
Ray’s laughter echoes in my ears as the poker glows red hot.
No going back from this. No going fucking back.
Dimpsey howls as I force the poker down, bringing a permanent end to his line.
A month later…
I never slept with Regina Sinclair.
After that night, after what we did… I went straight home, screamed and sobbed into a pillow for an hour.
