The blood from where Tommy’s piercings used to be, starts to glide down the sides of his chest and under his arms, creating little puddles of sticky red underneath him. It's like a piece of art, the bright red against his pale skin and shiny metal of the table. It truly is a pretty sight.
“Jules, come here and hold his head,” Lev says, and moves to the back to pick up a very sharp knife. It's a little smaller than the hunting knife but looks like it could cause just as much damage.
“Kai, put your hands on either side of his jaw and push hard until his mouth opens,” Lev says.
“Wait … No. No! Please!” Tommy struggles against Jules’ strength who holds his head firm at the top of the table.
Kai stands to the left, leaning over to grip his mouth open while pressing firmly on his jaw. Excitement builds in me. I can see where this is going.
Lev looks like a god. His torso is making me thirsty with the slight sheen to his skin. He looks so fucking edible right now. I want to mold myself to his body as he plays, rub myself up and down his thigh. My cock is hard as steel now as Lev reaches into Tommy's mouth. Lev has a pair of metal tongs which he uses to grab a hold of Tommy’s tongue. He pulls the tongue as far out of his mouth as possible and with quick precision, he slices the knife through the muscle, so quickly I almost don't see it happen.
Kai and Jules move away and the screams have quieted to wet breaths. Blood is streaming like a current from Tommy’s mouth. He looks like he is drowning in it and fighting to stay alive. Lev holds up the severed tongue and parades it in front of Tommy’s face before throwing it on the floor.
“Consider this payment for turning on the Kozlovs and for all the bullshit that has ever left your pathetic little mouth. You will die here, where nobody gives a shit, choking on your own blood. Should I still wait for you to fight back?” Lev says as he grins down at Tommy who has gone ghostly pale. The gurgling sounds become less, drowning in his own blood as it overflows his mouth. He remains strapped to the metal table, flat on his back. After what feels like a few minutes there is just…silence…a still but eerie silence. It’s like a soothing balm that's been rubbed all over me. He’s gone, and the relief makes my heart settle and the cracks in my skin are filled in a little bit more.
Lev drops the bloodied knife to the ground where it clatters against the black tile, and rolls his head trying to loosen some tension that I would be more than eager to help with. I need to get off so badly right now, but I need to control it. I have been waiting for this moment for years and I refuse to miss a second of it.
“Put Jake on the hook,” Lev tells Kai and Jules.
They walk over to the vacant-looking human that appears to be Jake. I don't trust him though, Jake would never go down without some kind of fight, it's not him. He has to have control, especially when it comes to me.
The guys lift him and unhook the chain off the wall. It's a longer chain than I thought, which they then attach to the meat-hook extending from the ceiling in the middle of the room.
Tommy’s table has been pushed to the side, so that Jake is standing in the small pool of Tommy's blood that collected on the floor. His arms are hooked above his head so he’s suspended from the ceiling, his feet just about lay flat on the ground. When they move away, his eyes are on me. I may feel stronger, but I still have to stop myself from shrinking back. He’s barely even blinking at me. His blue eyes look dull and are slanted in anger that’s aimed at me. His mouth holds no expression, and to be honest, he looks relaxed. It's freaking me out a little.
“We can take this one from here, you guys can wait outside. Dima you can go,” Lev says.
“You sure?” Dima asks.
“Yeah, this is just for us. Anyway, I can tell you have already reached your limit for noise and are on the verge of one of your headaches,” he says mockingly.
“I can't help it if their screaming hurts my head. Fucker.”
“Jules, wait outside the door,” Lev says.
“You got it,” he acknowledges and before I know it, the door closes and it's just me, Lev and Jake.
It feels weird, and the atmosphere has changed. I don't feel fear from Jake, only angry tension, from both him and Lev. In some ways they are so similar. Have to be in control. Know no limits.
“What oh what should we do with you?” Lev fake contemplates, looking at Jake with a superior expression.
Jake, however, doesn't seem to notice. He still hasn't taken his eyes off me, I think he forgot Lev’s warning earlier, that's why I'm not shocked when Lev punches him across the face. Jake’s head jerks to the side, a low groan leaves his throat as a small amount of blood drips out of his mouth.
“I told you not to look at him,” Lev warns.
Jake laughs like he isn't here chained up and about to be tortured to death.
“You can't tell me to do anything, Kozlov. Aaron is mine and always has been. I worked hard to get him in line and no amount of pain will make that less true.” He smirks.
“I was never yours,” suddenly leaves my mouth. I wasn't intending on speaking, but it looks like I’m just going with it.
“You forced me, bullied me, fucking abused me for years, Jake. I was never yours. I was scared of what your dad would do.”
That elicits another laugh from Jake, which annoys the fuck out of me.
I take a step closer to him. “What's so funny?” I ask.
“Dad was never gonna do shit, baby brother,” he giggles, like a child telling a joke.
