“You’re so pretty when you cry.” I say with a smirk, then before she’s even had a chance to fucking breath I rear my hand back and crack the brass knuckles across the side of her face, feelingher blood splatter across my face. Emily’s eyes widen before an ear piercing cry breaks free from her lips and Annabelle begs for me to stop.
“Stop this! I’m right here! Don’t do this to her!”
I turn to look at her with a malicious grin across my face before landing another blow across Emily’s face, this time across her nose. The audible crack of bones has me groaning with pleasure and I can’t stop the temptation to taste Emily’s blood that runs down her face from her split skin. She cries and wails as I run my tongue up the side of her face, then something pulls at my sick mind, some forbidden allurement that has me dipping the tip of my tongue into the open wound on her cheek bone, the flesh warm and squishy against my taste buds.
Emily cries heavily from the probing of my tongue and Annabelle’s pleas in the background create a euphoric symphony in my ears, but I can’t stop. I’ve never really tasted blood first hand like this, yeah it’s sprayed into my mouth a couple of times but this is with intent, it’s purposeful and I fucking love it. I dig my tongue deeper into the slit until my teeth find the thin flaps of flesh like cuts of deli meat, the texture is chewy as I nibble on it, the taste of copper bursting in my mouth like a rare wine.
“Fucking stop!” Annabelle screams, and as I pull my face away from Emily’s, I yank the thin piece of skin away with me, leaving it dangling in between my teeth. Emily screams in agony from having her skin torn away from her face, and immediately her eyes begin to roll to the back of her head from shock.
That simply won’t do. I need her awake for all of this.
I spit her skin into the floor then send the brass knuckles into her stomach, causing her to heave and writhe in pain from the heavy blow, all the while my wife is throwing her limp bodyaround in an attempt to free herself to stop me, but she’ll never stop me.
“You’re fucking sick! Everything about you disgusts me.” She spits out, her ocean eyes burning with an anger that I’ve never seen before yet there’s no tears, not even a trace.
I step away from Emily who’s still dealing with the aftershocks of having brass knuckles fired into her abdomen by my fist, then I stand in front of Annabelle.
I look at her face, starting at her lips before landing on her blue eyes. “That’s funny. I didn’t disgust you when I had my fingers knuckle deep in your virgin cunt the first time we met. In fact, I remember you begging me for more.”
Her jaw ticks with fury. “And what a fucking mistake that was.”
“You really are a piece of work aren’t you. Let’s see if I can break those tears free.”
Sweat drips down my back, sticking the shirt to my heated skin. Emily’s life hangs on by a thread from the onslaught of abuse I’ve thrown at her. Her skin bleeds profusely from the gashes I’ve sliced across her body, the serrated blade on the knife bit into her skin like a wild animal, revealing chunks of flesh and yellow fat. She put up a good fight against the electric shocks from the car battery, her body flopped around like a fish out of water every time the electric current fired through her nervous system.
But did my wife cry? No. She didn’t, but I’ve one last thing thatI know will break her, that will have her begging and pleading.
“Emily, Emily? Look at me.” Annabelle begs, but Emily stays hanging limp from the ceiling, her head hanging low between her shoulders. “Emily please. Please stay with me.”
It’s cute really, to see this bond between them but, what? Who the fuck am I kidding? This bitch will die just like her brother did, and my precious wife will fucking cry for me.
“Ready for one last party trick?” I say with a sudden burst of energy.
“Fucking stop this, now. She can’t take it anymore!” Annabelle spits out, her eyes darting over to Emily who’s mumbling incoherent words.
“Don’t.. don’t beg for me Ana. I’ll be okay. I promise.” Emily whimpers as blood drips out of her mouth before landing on the floor, adding to the ever growing puddle.
“See! She said she’ll be fine. Lighten up sweetheart.”
Annabelle’s face pales as I wrap my hand around the baseball bat that’s covered in barbed wire. I swing it a couple of times before bringing it to my side. “We’re gonna play a little game of hit the pinata, only Emily here,” I nod towards her, “is gonna be our prized donkey.”
“I wonder if little sweet treats will fall out of her. I’ve always had a bit of a sweet tooth haven’t I, Annabelle?”
“I fuckinghateyou.” She rasps.
“And I love you too, sweetheart.”
The room falls silent, a heaviness wrapping around us as Annabelle speaks softly to Emily. “I’m so sorry, this is all my fault.” Emily manages to lift her head and turns towards Annabelle, her brown eyes bursting with tears. “No, this isn’t your fault at all, Annabelle. Don’t you dare blame yourself forsomething you haven’t caused. You’ve been the biggest light in this dark place, and I’ll cherish you forever.”
How very emotional, it makes my skin crawl.
My eyes focus on Annabelle’s face to gauge her reaction. Her jaw ticks and tears begin to well in her eyes, maybe I’ve broken her before the party has started but she proves me wrong and swallows harshly.
“Don’t.. don’t say that,please.I’ll get us out of here, I swear.” My wife whispers, and I can feel my patience wearing thin. With frustration sizzling in my bloodstream, I tighten my grip around the handle of the bat and swing it straight into Emily’s stomach.
“No! No! Please!” Annabelle screams like a demonic creature but I simply continue to pull the bat out of Emily’s stomach before swinging it again, each time the barbed wire embeds itself into her skin, the bat tears it away every time I pull it out, quickly creating a hole in her stomach.
Thick globs of blood begin to pool in Emily’s mouth before spilling free like an active volcano, the crimson liquid leaking down her throat and onto her chest. The sickening squelch of flesh against sharp barbs mix with Annabelle’s pleas and Emily’s groans as her insides slowly begin to seep out of her stomach.
