“Something seems off with them. I’ve seen too many red flags.”
“You didn’t feel that way the first night when they were groping you, and you came all over one of their hands.”
“That was different! It was the first night. We barely knew them.”
“We barely know them now, but what else is there to do? There’s no cell service, and even if we did bring a TV or an iPad, we still couldn’t use it! You have your books, but what exactly am I supposed to do? At least getting together with them is some sort of entertainment.”
I flinch at his outburst, feeling defeated. He makes a valid point, and I don’t have anything to argue back with.
“Alright, you win. We'll go over there tonight.”
“We don’t have to stay long. Tomorrow is our last full day, and then the following day we head out first thing, back to reality.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
“Hold her legs the fuck down, Cora!” I shout as I eye the chainsaw in the corner of the room.
“She’s stronger than she looks!” Cora replies.
“Grab more straps to lock her ankles so her legs are as straight as possible.”
Abby is barely conscious with her injuries but still refuses to give up, and won’t stop flailing her entire body around.
“Your legs look delicious, especially your thighs, and we have guests coming over that we promised steak to.” I lick my lips.
This causes her to move more wildly.
“Don’t worry,” I coo and stroke her cheek like you would a lover, “we plan to kill you, but we want to take our time. We can’t hack at your legs. What do you think we are, senseless?” Cora asks, baffled.
Something like a groan escapes her mouth as she keeps moving around.
“Not us,” I agree, laughing dementedly.
The chainsaw is off, but I want to fuck with her, so I skate it over her toes to her pussy, making sure she feels the spikes nipping at her.
Shaking uncontrollably now, gooseflesh breaks out over her skin.
Taking the tip of the chainsaw, I wave it around her pussy, nicking her clit. Straight away, her head jolts up, and she lets out a sound that seems like a wail. With her dislocated jaw, it’s hard to tell.
Physically torturing her causes my dick to stiffen, forming a tent in pants.
Her grunts and silent crying don’t stop. I examine her empty eye sockets one last time, taking pleasure in the fond memory of when I plucked them out.
My breathing deepens as I grow more aroused.
“Are you ready?” Cora asks as she finishes strapping her ankles down.
Finding my clear glasses and securing them over my eyes, I hand a pair to Cora, and she throws hers on with anticipation.
Holding back the impulsivity, I delicately cut into the top of her thigh before putting all my weight into it. My teeth clench together in outright madness, a depraved laugh seeping out while sawing off her leg.
I get about halfway and back off as sweat runs down my forehead. My shoulders and arms are aching. Hacking and sawing through limbs can be really draining.
Blood is spewing everywhere, and I’m already covered in it. Abby has passed out from the immediate blood loss.
