“Finally,” I remark with amusement. “You’re understanding the severity of your situation, Noah.”
“Please,” a mumble whimper sounds from one of the girls on the floor. She’s the one missing an ear. She pretended that she couldn’t hear me, so I made it so she really couldn’t.
What’s that saying—hard ears feel. Remembering the wise warning of Jamaican nanny, Ms. Wendy, almost warms the spot a heart should be. She’s one of the only women I respected. She was one of the only women to care. Unlike my mother and the many women who thought my thirteen-year-old body should be fucked before my balls even had a chance to drop.
Anger winds its way through my body at those memories, but it doesn’t last. A smirk quickly replaces the thin set of my lips.
I got my revenge.
All twenty-two of them died by my hand.
The smell of burnt flesh still permeates the room from earlier when I cauterized a wound. The intoxicating aroma reminds me I have toys to break.
Ignoring her pleas, I refocus my attention on the man before me. “It’s time to play, Noah,” I squeal, clapping my hands. “We’re going to have so much fun together.”
Worry knits his brow, three wrinkles creasing his forehead, but before he can open his mouth, I grab him by his collar, pulling him closer. Then I yank the needle from my pocket, uncapping it with my teeth, and jam it into his ass. He struggles, but it’s useless.
Tilting my head, I watch the purple-hued liquid pump into his system. “Don’t fret, dear Noah, with this, you’ll feel the peak of arousal.” The last of the drug shoots into his ass, emptying the needle.
Spark—my perfected concoction. It’s a powerhouse—it’s what would happen if GBL, mephedrone, and meth had a baby.
It’s perfection.
This is five years in the making. Three of them—endless test subjects, myself included.
I worked with the Chemist to make this liquid sex in a vial. It’s the only reason I kept the Chemist alive. It’s also the only reason why this latest batch of victims is filled with Serge’s whores.
Mice wouldn’t work here. I needed to see how people reacted. Plus, I like animals more than I like humans.
A groan comes from the cell. Noah’s reaction is almost instant, but he needs more time to stew before he can come out. I need him trapped in the thin veil between lucidity and murkiness. The place where he’s here but not here as I fulfill my most debauched desires. Not one to make anyone feel excluded, I inject the four women at my disposal with Spark.
This is the part I hate the most—waiting.
Sighing, I begrudgingly turn away and frown until I remember I still need to set up. My melancholy evaporates, replaced with excitement. I stride across the room to my cave of fun. I don’t think anyone who’s ever entered this room would call it that. Jackson and Griff call it my cave of horrors, but I’d argue the horror is half the fun.
Whips and chains and floggers.
Oh my.
I hum the melody while grabbing my bone and electrical saws, an ice pick, and a torch. “Am I missing anything?” I mutter to myself.
Perusing the shelves, I wait to see if anything else screams “use me.” My gaze lands on my case of surgical needles, a smirk crests my lips, as the memory of the pigeon pairing I made with these needles comes tomind. Their screams while I used my scalpel to separate flesh from skin—bust a nut in your pants worthy.
I won’t confess, even under the threat of death, how many times it’s happened. Not one to be wasteful, I’d make whoever is at my mercy lick them clean until I’m nut-free.
It’s the thin layer of fat between the dermis and the hypodermis that requires perfect precision to harvest skin that makes my spine tingle.
My cock hardens, the bulbous head straining against the fabric of my pants at the mere thought of the sticky layer of fat, much like other animal meat, that melts away, leaving the skin in pristine condition.
Tortured wails morphed into hiccuped babbles, before warping into gasped pleas while my needle stitched the brother-sister duo together with his dick inside her that night. I made them fuck until they passed out. I made them fuck until they both craved for—fucking without needing prompting. They fucked each other, and I fucked them until I was bored.
One can only fuck the same two people in the ass, but so many times.
Shrugging, I accept that there’s nothing else in here that I want, which isn’t too surprising. I already have a few more gizmos and gadgets at my workstation.
Satisfied I’m not leaving anything behind, I stroll back into the main room, depositing the items on the table before surveying my room.
Noah’s jerking off. Sunny, the girl with the bear trap snapped around her ankle, is begging to be fucked instead of crying out in pain. Delaney and Madison, Griff’s and Jackson’s girls, are playing with each other on the ground.
