“Trust me, Pinkie, your body count is higher than mine. I am not the murderous type.”
“That was by accident.” I try to explain.
He walks toward me and pats my head with his palm. “Sure love.”
“It was!” I scream, trying to argue and completely losing any chance of convincing him.It was an accident.Sure I was angry and I wouldn’t really be that opposed to murdering Roger, but to be also fair I wouldn’t kill him in the place I worked making myself the prime suspect.
“Calm down, Pinkie. I am just messing with you.”
This asshole.
Chapter 8
Ash
“Okay, what now?” Pinkie questions, looking at me. As if I would know. My joke might have been cruel, but it was also the truth. I am not the killing type. If you want someone to steal a car for you, I am your guy. But spilling blood and all that is not something I am comfortable with.
If we are being honest, I am very much the opposite. To my surprise, it looks like I am handling the situation better than I would have imagined. That still doesn’t solve our little problem here. We have a very pissed Craig tied on the bed like we arepreparing for some type of a kinky orgy. A very frustrated Nova is caught between wanting to gut the guy and run away screaming. And the guy who had the idea to come here in the first place is one step before he faints. Yes, that is me.
On top of my genius idea, I had to also propose a do-it-yourself castration as his punishment. I am sure what he did to her deserves a punishment, but I was only joking when I recommended cutting off his penis.
Nova huffs a breath, taps her chin with her fingers, and then paces back and forth until an idea seems to rush into her mind, and she stops.
“Remove his pants.” She demands.
I would prefer not to. I would really prefer if we took a minute to think about our choices here. But instead of arguing, I choose to help the pissed-off lady before she decides to use whatever plan shehas in mind on me.
I untie his shoes next and remove them before sliding the pants all the way off. We took the castration part seriously, I see. She is typing something on her phone while I remove Craig’s boxers next.
“Okay now what?” I question but Nova ignores me still typing.
“Who are you texting right now?” I ask again and her eyes finally lift from the phone’s screen.
“I am not texting. I am searching for a tutorial.” A tutorial.A tutorial of what?
“Come again?” I raise an eyebrow at a very on a mission focused Nova as she continues typing and clicking things on her phone.
“A tutorial of how to cut a man’s penis from his body without killing him.” She finally admits. She points her phone screen atme, showing me whatever it is that she found.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” I yell watching the video she pulled up on her phone. “Please tell me someone did not post a video tutorial of how to castrate a man.” I say this time my voice reaching a screech sound level that only dogs can hear.
“Not exactly. It’s a video from a vet school explaining how to castrate a cat. And it is mostly talking about the process of removing the balls but I think we can figure out how to adapt it to our situation.”
She walks to the little kitchen area, only to return a moment later with a huge ass knife. The blade is wide and sharp, and now I realize I should have kept my mouth shut.
“Okay hold him still.”I would prefer not to.
I shake my head frantically; my eyes widen, and a sharp pain reaches my dick, even though thisknife is nowhere near it and it is not meant for me to begin with. I take a few steps back instead, putting as much space between myself and the soon to be eunuch.
Hoping that he will be the only one, because who knows what she is going to do when she gets the sweetness of removing a man’s power in her mouth. That taste of holding all the power herself. The one men usually hold over women. That taste can be intoxicating, and many people have misused it.
When she doesn’t change her mind, I finally give in. I approach both of them and place my hands on Craig’s shoulders. I press down as hard as I can while the man struggles under my hold.
“This might hurt a little.” She announces and starts sawing his flesh with her knife. Muffled screams leave the man’s mouth as she is moving fast blood oozing from the wound. Finally, his penisfalls from his body onto the floor, and she starts yelling at me frantically.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
She runs to the kitchen with the knife and returns a few moments later. The blade is now clean and has a dull red color. Exactly as I said earlier.Why didn’t I keep my mouth shut?
