Just when I thought my dick couldn’t get any harder…Fuck! It’s all I can do to keep from pushing her onto her knees and fucking her sassy little mouth, but I owe her this, so I do as I’m told.
“He’s all yours,” I say, handing her my knife.
Smiling, she takes it from me, turning it around in her hand, smoke swirling around her wrists. She gazes up at me, her eyes more black than green now. “I think I’m going to enjoy this.”
She turns back to Cronus, and I smack her ass on my way to the chair. She’s not the only one who’s going to enjoy this. Fuck, she’s sexy.
The blade drags from his sternum to his groin before she drives it into the soft spot above his thigh. “Oops.” Her eyes glow beautifully as his screams bounce off the walls. “That was a close one. Little Cronus is lucky he wasn’t in the way.”
I chuckle. I didn’t think I could enjoy torturing Cronus any more than I already have. I guess I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t need to protect Frankie from this. In fact, I think she needs this.
I’ve never seen her magic dance around her skin like this, waiting for her command. I wonder if she realizes how in control of her powers she is right now. All she needed was to let go and trust herself. I’m so fucking proud of her.
His screams die down. “F-fucking bitch,” he rasps. “I should’ve torn open…” His words twist into a wet, ragged cough. “…your dirty cunt…when I had the chance.” He snarls, finishing his sentence. It’s all I can do to keep from ripping out his fucking spine, but I’m curious to see what my mate will do, so I unclench my fists and force myself to stay seated.
A slow smile creeps across her face as she uses the tip of the blade to lift his head. Blood pools under his chin, and rolls down her arm. “Talk about mycuntone more time, and I’ll pop your eye out so it matches the other one.”
He tries smiling, but only half his deformed face works. “You…wanted…it,” he grits out.
She stills, but her magic doesn’t. It begins swirling around his body like it’s itching to kill him, but his eyes are not bleeding yet, so she’s still in control. “Iwantedit?” she says, with an eerie chuckle.
She grabs his dick, clenching hard as she digs the blade deeper into his chin. “I WANTED IT?”She screams so loudly even I flinch. “Just like you want this?”
She plunges the blade through his bottom jaw, making him choke on his tongue. More blood runs down her hand. The gurgling noises in his throat serve as excellent background music as Frankie raises the knife for him to see.
“Or maybe you want this?” She pulls his dick tight. His mouth opens, but instead of a scream, blood leaks out, pouring down his chin. A dark cloud surrounds his body and disappears into his skin, sucking the life out of him. His eyes and ears are now bleeding from her magic. Laughing, she quickly brings the blade down and slices it through his shaft, severing it in one swoop.
She throws her head back, laughing harder when her fingers open, the chunk of flesh landing next to his horns. I’m not sure if she realizes he’s hanging limp and lifeless, her powers having already taken his last breath. But I don’t think this is about killing him. It’s much more than that. It’s an outlet. It’s therapy.
Her laughter breaks, first into screams, then sobs. “I fucking hate you!” She continues stabbing him, over and over until her hands move to her temples. She jerks her head side to side, like she’s trying to shake the thoughts out. “No! No!”
It takes every ounce of discipline I have not to go to her, to comfort her. She needs this, and she needs to do it alone.
“You can’t control me anymore!” she snarls, letting me know it’s no longer Cronus’ body she sees. It’s Aradon’s. “You’re dead!” She stabs him again and again. “You’re dead!” She screams between each jab until his intestines lay in a bloody heap beneath his feet.
“You’re dead,” she mumbles one last time.
The knife drops, clattering to the ground.
She sinks to her knees, darkness pouring off her in waves. Sobs fill the room, her bloody hands covering her face.
Her magic presses against me, searching for something to latch onto, but it can’t get in. I want to go to her, but my instincts are screaming at me to stay put.
She turns her head, black eyes piercing into mine as I go still. “Do you feel it?”
I’m not sure what she’s talking about, so I simply shake my head.
She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small knife. Where’d she get that from? “I feel it. I feel it all the time. It’s always there. Too far to see, too close to escape. It drives me mad.”
I can’t quite identify the emotion on her face as she flips the knife open. “I just need it to stop.”
The blade cuts across her cheek before I can react. A thin line of blood trails down her face. The shadows pull back, hovering close to her skin.
I may not have been able to identify the look on her face a moment ago, but now? Her eyes roll back. A soft sigh leaves her lips.
Euphoria.
And I am fucking furious.
