Lev stands still, cool and composed, waiting for me to take the lead. I know what I need to do.
“Lev, can you take off his pants, please? I don't want to touch him more than I need to,” I say.
Lev places the drill on the ground and unbuckles the belt on Jake's jeans. Pulling them down, he looks over his shoulder at me. “Underwear?” he asks.
I nod and he removes all his lower clothing. His dick hangs and memories flood back to me like a camera reel.
The night of my eighteenth, followed by the horror of last night. My gut twists, giving me the urge to heave. He was going to rape me and the fucker didn't care, never cared. In this moment I feel cleansed, all my sins are about to be washed away. He branded them onto my body, and they’ve been burning me ever since.
I have nothing left to say, nothing left to prove or shout or cry. Forcing myself to keep my eyes on his, I lift his disgusting flaccid cock. I swallow hard, forcing the acid back down my throat. Aiming the scalpel at his dick slit, I use all my strength and push it until it won't go any further. As his screams and cries fill the room, my pain and agony lift off me like a spirit has come down and removed them from my soul. Will I always be traumatized by what happened to me? Yes. But I’ll be damned if I let this fucker tarnish and have a hold of my life any longer. My hand starts to feel wet and when I look down, it’s covered in blood from the hole now gaping open at the end of his cock. It almost looks like it's split in two. I close my eyes and breathe in…and out.
“He can't hurt us anymore,” I whisper to the boy hiding in my head. He’s not as talkative as he usually is when we’re this close to Jake, he’s more at ease. Opening my eyes, Lev's hand grabs my neck, knowing that I need anchoring, and I pull the scalpel away, letting it fall from my hands. It's enough. It's over.
“Finish it. Please,” I say with a timid voice.
Lev picks up his drill from the floor.
Moving to stand behind Lev, I put my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder, taking in his smell. It gives me the strength and comfort I need right now.
“Tell me, tell me you want me,” I murmur at the shell of his ear.
Under my fingertips, goosebumps cover his skin as I rub my palms up and down his hard stomach. He feels so good, I will remember this exact second for the rest of my life as I say fuck you to my past and welcome my future.
He aims the drill at Jake’s temple. “I would kill for you, doe.”
The sound of the drill whirrs with the screams of my tormentor and the shattering of bone. I’ve found peace.
Chapter 35 - Lev
Thesilenceintheroom is deafening. Aaron is still clinging to my back as we stare at the body hanging from my ceiling, brain and splintered bone covering the end of my drill, blood and gunk pouring from the large hole in Jake's head.
Witnessing Aaron’s reaction to Jake cleared up a lot of questions I had. It certainly explains Aaron’s erratic behavior changes. He folded in on himself.
To say I didn't like it is an understatement. I have accepted that this thing between us won't be going away any time soon. He is part of my blood now and the thought of anyone touching him makes me want to tear someone's throat out and lock Aaron in my room for my access only.
This is not how I expected this to go, though. I thought we would spend hours down here, ripping Jake apart piece by piece, but the more the fucker opened his mouth, the less right it began to feel.
Jake’s been given enough of everyone’s time and attention. I’ll bet that seeing Aaron with me, so strong and committed, was the worst torture for Jake. He loved control, loved affecting Aaron in any way possible, as long as he had a reaction.
The mood shifts. I expected a crying and emotional Aaron. Not him rubbing his hard dick on me and licking the back of my neck. He is a horny little shit.
Aaron moves his hands, and grips my ass in a tight hold, making my dick perk up. “Can we go now, Lev? You've teased me enough. I want to eat your ass.”
He starts to massage my cheeks and the kisses on my neck make me shiver.
“You are the only person who thinks torturing people is foreplay, doe. But I’m down.” I drop the drill onto the floor, and we leave without bothering to look back at the carnage in our wake. It's finally fucking done and I haven’t felt this much like myself since all this Santini shit started.
Leaving the pen, I see Jules, who is talking quietly to Kai. I didn't like his little display earlier, trying to question me, especially in front of others. I will not let it fly.
“You can start clean up, we are done for the day. But Jules, tomorrow we are going to talk about your little outburst earlier,” I say.
“I figured,” he says, resigned to what he knew would happen. Kai looks like he wants to say something, but he must see something on my face that warns him to keep his mouth shut.
“Let's get this shit washed off,” I say to Aaron as we walk through the house to my room. The house is very still, like some curse has been lifted and given us life again. Dima is nowhere to be seen, no doubt fucking his husband. Blood to him is like viagra.
We remain quiet as we wash down in the steamy shower, scrubbing off the blood and sweat. Aaron watches the carnage wash down the drain. He looks up at me under those long lashes, his big brown eyes dilated, nothing but sex is written in his expression. “I want my reward now.”
“Reward? Why, did you do something?'' I smirk.
