“Welcome to the land of the living, for a short while anyway.”
Donny moaned again, but it sounded gargled.
“Don’t you worry your ugly head about saying a word. You can’t. We’ve given you a muscle paralytic and your tongue is a muscle. You can’t use it to speak, Donny.” Jules patted Donny’s chest again.
“Do you know what that also means, Master?” I sent Jules a saccharine smile that was too dramatic to be real, especially for me. “We can torture him however we want.”
Donny made incredibly loud noises for someone who had no use of his tongue, and I laughed, slapping him hard across the face. His head flew to the side and stayed there, a red mark slowly growing on his pale skin.
Jules jerked Donny’s face back toward us. “Do you know what you did wrong?”
He stayed silent, tears flooding his eyes, and I snorted.
“You took advantage of homeless teens who needed somewhere to stay. You told them they had to fight for beds in A Home for the Heart, and you encouraged them to blow you to get a spot. Isn’t that right, Donny?” Jules gripped Donny’s face tighter, and Donny let out a whimper. “You’re a bad person. Ari, tell him what happens to bad people.”
I leaned in closer until my face was right in front of Donny’s. “They die.” Donny’s whimpers grew louder, and I clucked my tongue. “But not before I torture you some first. I deserve it after having your disgusting cock in my mouth.”
Jules released him and stood, walking back over to his cupboard. He grabbed the drill out again, then opened a container of disinfectant wipes and used one to clean it. After he was satisfied that the drill was spotless, he passed it to me, and I stared at the power tool carefully.
“Master?”
“Let’s use this.” Jules’s smirk was downright terrifying, and my cock’s hardness rivaled a baseball bat. I’d never seen him make this expression, and I was so turned on I thought I’d pass out with how quickly my blood rushed south. Oh my fucking God. I wanted him.
“But your drill....”
He shrugged and winked at me. “I needed a new one anyway.”
I shuddered so hard I thought I rattled my brain. Hitting the trigger, I watched the drill bit spin fast. Wherever I chose to use it would hurt. I reluctantly released the trigger.
Jules went back to his knees beside me and his smirk widened as he stared down at Donny. “I haven’t known Ari for long, but I like him. A lot. He’s very similar to me, and he’s such a good little killer, listening to my orders.”
It was difficult to keep still when all I wanted to do was bend over for Jules and beg him to fuck me. I’d never quite enjoyed sex—it was a power play I tended to hate because I loved a cock in my ass, and I never quite got into a position I liked that made me feel as if I had control—but with Jules I’d takeanyposition.
“So, imagine my anger when I learned you had your filthy dick inside his pretty lips.” He wrapped his glove-protected fingers around Donny’s throat, tightening until Donny made choking sounds.
My breath caught, and as sexy as it was to watch Jules slowly kill him, I’d rather have his hand around my throat as he fucked me.
“You don’t deserve to touch him. Ever. He’s too perfect for you. No one deserves him more than I do.” Jules’s voice was deep and came out in a growl that had me rubbing a palm over my fat cock. “He’s mine now, and do you know what I told him? I wouldn’t fuck him until you were out of the picture.”
The noise that left Donny’s throat was an attempted scream that had me laughing.
“I’m so hard thinking about what he’s going to do to you,” Jules whispered, barely loud enough to be heard, and then he stood and moved away to lean back against the wall. His gaze was hot on me, and a simple stare promised all the things he was going to do once Donny was dead. Jules was going todestroyme, and fuck if I didn’t want him to. I needed to taste the kiss of death and pleasure with his fingers digging into my windpipe. I wanted to know how it felt to be so close to the end, only to be ripped back into this life as he filled my hole with his spunk.
I hit the trigger of the drill and it awakened, the bit spinning like a tornado as I moved closer to a screaming Donny. I pointed the bit at his face and bared my teeth at him, knocking them together in a snarly grin. Maybe I was insane, but I was also fucking awesome at bringing fear to the guilty. “I’m going to start with your right eye.”
9
JULES
Ari yankeda black one-inch screw from the side of Donny’s neck, and I’d thought good old Donny must be dead by now, but no, his heart had to still be beating because an arc of blood sprayed from the wound and landed across Ari’s face. He laughed and turned away, throwing up a hand like a kid playing under a sprinkler on a hot summer day.
It was cute.
Donny gurgled in the back of his throat, probably from his blood choking him. The low sound reminded me of the burble of a stream and matched Ari’s happiness.
I had no idea how long we’d been in this small room while Ari tortured Donny because time stood still. The blue tarps hanging on the walls reminded me of a lazy, cloudless afternoon. Everything was pure magic. I couldn’t believe the absolute horror he’d created—it was a masterpiece. Watching him work when there was no chance he would be interrupted or caught, and he could relax into the joy of his actions, was spectacular. He was drenched in blood from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. I’d never seen anyone so covered. Hell, I hadn’t even realized a human body contained that much liquid.
“You won’t be tricking anyone into blowjobs anymore, will you, Donny?” Ari asked, tone playful, and slapped the bastard’s ruined face, but my pretty little killer got no response. Donny—or maybe after that final burst of blood, this was now his corpse—resembled a prop from a B-horror movie. If I hadn’t watched him go from whole to the shredded state he was in now, I never would’ve believed it was possible. My mind didn’t want to accept the avalanche of gore as real.
