With every blow of the bat I create an even bigger hole and every time that bat connects with Emily’s stomach, my wife.. cries. She fucking cries and it’s a wonderful sight to see. Thick, heavy tears pour down her face at the image of her friend being beaten to death until her intestines fall out like a string of sausages.
“Please, please juststop.I’m begging you Ricky, please.” Annabelle’s ocean eyes flood with tears, her face painted with hurt and anguish at my brutal act.
I yank the baseball bat out of Emily’s stomach and her internal organs fall to the floor with a heavy slap, her meat collecting in a heap on the filthy floor, then I turn to face Annabelle.
“All you had to do was cry, and all of this could have been avoided. Emily was wrong about one thing though.” I say whilst dragging the bat across the floor with chunks of Emily’s flesh stuck in between the barbs.
“And what.. was that?” Annabelle croaks out, I stop in front of her and brush the back of my hand against her cheek, feeling the wetness of her tears against my skin. She recoils against my gentle touch. “Thisisall your fault.” I say with cockiness, and I see her jaw working as she tries to hold back the anger I can see brewing beneath the surface. “If you hadn’t been such a desperate whore when we met, you wouldn’t be in this situation, and that wouldn’t have led you to meeting your dear friend Emily. And I wouldn’t have had to bash her to death either, so yeah, I’d say you’re pretty much to blame for this.” I say with simplicity.
Annabelle dips her head, her gaze facing straight to the floor. “I’ll kill you for this.” She mumbles.
“What was that? I didn’t quite catch it.”
“I said..” Her gaze blazing with fury. “I’ll fucking kill you for this. I’ll end you in the worst way possible and if I die trying, then I’ll see you in hell.”
The room is silent for a moment before she spits in my face, the wet glob of saliva smacks against my cheek before trailing down. It’s enough to send me into a blinding rage. I rear my head back and headbutt her square in the face, bursting open the already split wound. She shrieks in pain as blood pisses from her nose.
“That’ll be the last time you ever threaten me.” I bite, thengather the weapons from the table and throw them into the dark hallway. Once I’ve removed all weapons I step back over to Emily’s corpse and unhook the handcuffs, letting her body fall to the floor in a heap. She lands with an audible thud and Annabelle whimpers at the cruel act.
“How could you?” She seethes, her eyes are dark and filled with hurt.
My gaze snaps to hers and I come to stand in front of her again.
“How could I?” I fire her question back at her, my brows furrowing tightly. “I do what I do because I simply don’t care enough about other people. They don’t benefit me in an emotional way and they’re a waste of time, a means to an end. That’s all Emily was, a means to an end and that’s all you willeverbe. You were stupid enough to ever think that you meant something to me.”
I lean in closer, our lips inches from each other.
“I’ll rip you apart, piece by piece until there’s nothing left and even when your body is cold and dead, I’ll rip into you all over again. You’ll never be free of me.” I snarl then crash my lips to hers, tasting the blood against my tongue. She whimpers against my crushing hold and I sink my teeth into her lower lip, puncturing the soft flesh whilst shoving my hand in between her thighs, feeling her dry pussy lips against my fingers. Annabelle cries against my mouth at the assault and I release my teeth from her lips and pull away, murmuring against her lips. “Just one more touch before I go.”
“No, please.” She whimpers and rolls her face against my cheek and I can feel her pussy betraying her, getting wetter the more I rub against her clit with my middle finger. “I don’t want this.”
“Yes you do. Don’t lie to me sweetheart, your pussy is soaked.”
The truth hits her like a freight train and she begins to sob heavily against my shoulder, and I use the opportunity to shove my fingers into her wet heat, feeling her meaty walls clamp around me. She cries out at the intrusion but can’t stop the moan that breaks free from her lips.
“Shh. That’s it sweetheart, come for the man who owns you.”
“Please,don’t make me do this.” She whines, her fresh tears soaking into my shirt as I continue to thrust my fingers in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit. “You’ll only ever come for me again, won’t you?” I threaten, my mouth brushing against her sour smelling hair.
Annabelle’s body begins to spasm as her orgasm fires through her like lightning. “Answer me sweetheart.”
“Yes.. yes, I promise.” She says in defeat, her body shaking and her pussy clamping hard around my fingers.
“Good girl.” I praise, then yank my fingers out of her, leaving a trail of sticky cum behind. She winces and drops her head in shame, embarrassed at her own actions, mortified that she let her husband touch her like that.
Wiping my fingers on my trousers, I unlock and lift the handcuffs that have cut straight down to the bones in her wrists from the hook and drop her onto the floor. She lands heavily, the noise of her body hitting the cold hard floor causes her to howl in pain, her hands shaking like a leaf in the wind as she pulls herself across the floor before landing onto her back next to Emily’s corpse. I watch her lift her fractured hands, her bony fingers tracing over Emily’s pale face.
My feet stop at the door and I turn to face my wife who’s now snuggling up to a dead woman. “Until next time.” I say over my shoulder before leaving her to rot in there.
Rising from the empty bed, I swing my legs over and place my elbows onto my knees, my head hanging heavily into my hands. Tension radiates throughout my shoulders, and there’s a constant heaviness on my chest every time I think about Ana and where she is, what’s happening to her.
Sickening images flash across my eyes, the sour thoughts of what horror her fucking husband is bringing onto her. I should have been there to protect her, to keep her safe and I failed her.
The sound of my phone vibrating on the bedside unit knocks me out of my dark thoughts, the device jumping around across the wood.
“Eli?” I say with a heavy tiredness.
“Hey, so. I managed to do some research on the three locations the dealer gave us. He was telling the truth, they’re in the exact same places he said they were.”
