“All your men are shark fodder, and your allies have abandoned you to your fate. No one gives a shit about you,” she continues. “No one will care when you die, and you won’t be remembered. You’ll be a cautionary tale men laugh about over beers and cards. Diarmuid is the legacy. He’s the one everyone will remember. You’ll be forgotten.” She crouches down and puts her face all up in his. “You’re nothing. A nobody. And you will die without honor.”
Although he’s considerably weakened, the Irish prick lifts his head and smirks. “I should have fucked your ass too,” he rasps, struggling to get the words out. “I should have let my men screw you until you bled.” He casts a glance at where my brother has gone rigidly still at the table. “I fucked your whore, and she loved it, Accardi. Her pussy hugged my cock so tight, and she came all over my dick screaming my name like the slut she is.”
Joshua calmly picks up a machete and walks over with murder raging in his eyes. “Liar.” His gaze darts to mine, and I stride across the room and grip McDermott’s right hand holding it steady under the restraints. My brother swings the machete with the careful precision he brings to every aspect of his life. McDermott screams in pain as his pinkie is cleaved from his hand. I maintain a firm hold of his upper hand as Joshua removes each finger on both hands, one at a time.
Gia is silent, watching her boyfriend with a look of twisted satisfaction on her face. “That was so hot.” Striding over to Joshua, she wipes blood off his lips before kissing him.
Out of nowhere, my mind conjures up an image of me and my Lili. I imagine I’m the one weaving magic with the machete and she’s the one kissing me with passion for defending her honor.
I snap out of the fantasy as quickly as it arrived.
That will never happen.
Lili is too good, too kind, too pure, to ever get messed up in shit like this.
And she’s not my girl.
She never will be because she’s far too good for me, and she deserves someone who doesn’t have a black soul and empty space where his heart should be.
Why am I even thinking like this? She’smy friend, and I have never entertained ideas of us being anything more, and it’s never changing.
“I love you,” Joshua tells her when their lips break apart.
Something rattles in this empty chest of mine every time I hear him freely say those words to Gia. I had almost given up hope of getting my brother back, but Gia bulldozed her way into his life, and she coaxed him back to his true self.
“My turn.” Gia’s gleeful smile turns downright vicious as she grips the handle of her knife firmly and spins on her heel. Wasting no time, she begins carving McDermott’s chest. More pained howls rip from his lips as she writes her name on his skin. Standing back, she inspects her handiwork with a grim smile before getting to the real work.
I stand beside my brother as his girl rips the remaining clothes off the prisoner until he’s stark naked. I can’t help wincing as she gleefully attacks his ball sac before digging her knife into his cock, stabbing him over and over. Despite his draining strength, McDermott bucks and writhes as she destroys his manhood, slicing his cock from his body with one final flourish of her knife.
I’m betting every man in this bunker can hear his tortured shouts and cries.
Gia is sweating and panting heavily as she stands. She nods at Joshua, and I help him to remove the bindings from McDermott’s wrists and feet, and we carry his limp body from the chair, throwing him on the hard ground on his back.
He’s moaning and whimpering like a pussy. It’s just as well O’Hara isn’t here to bear witness to this pathetic display. Liam’s arms are shaking, and blood gushes from his crotch as he sobs like a baby, irritating the fuck out of me. I stand on his chest, jumping up and down until I feel his ribs crack, while Gia and Joshua grab supplies from the table. “This is fun,” I say, flashing Gia a wide grin as I continue bouncing on his bones.
Anguished cries fill the small cell, and he’s sobbing and pleading for death now.
“Don’t accidentally kill him before the big finale,” Gia says, yanking me off his body as the telltale crack of another broken rib greets our ears.
“He doesn’t have long, darling.” Joshua lowers the zipper on his pants and pins me with a knowing look.
I bark out a laugh as I sink to my knees, guessing what he wants. My grin expands as I hold McDermott’s mouth open while my brother pisses into it. Gia looks horrified for a few seconds, stopping mid-tie to watch. Then she shrugs and continues trussing him up.
After Joshua is finished, I urinate all over Liam’s face, and I wish we had thought to film this. I could use it when training new soldiers. Call it Creative Killing one-oh-one. I have a long list of ingenious ways to murder cocksuckers I would happily teach others. I chuckle to myself as the thought pops into my head.
“Give me the bat.” Gia holds out her hand, standing over McDermott and surveying her rope-typing skills with a critical lens. They trained her well in Nepal, and she should be proud. She has his ankles tied to his stumpy arms, exposing the space where his dick used to be and his shit-smeared asshole.
“Oh, I’m liking where this is going.” I waggle my brows and laugh. “I’m recording this.”
“No.” Gia levels me with a look. “This is just for me.”
“Spoilsport,” I mumble, but it’s in jest.
“Make it hurt, honey,” Joshua says, handing her the bat.
“That is guaranteed.” Gia kneels between McDermott’s legs, her face contorting in a grimace at the state of his dirty ass. Steely determination races across her pretty face, and she slowly starts forcing the wide end of the bat into his puckered hole. When it’s in as far as it will go, she pushes on it with her full body strength, and McDermott howls with renewed pain. She twists it inside him in a continuous circle, and the sounds coming from the Irish prick don’t even sound human anymore.
“Damn,” I whisper to my brother. “She isn’t holding back.”
