“Fucking asshole,” Kyren says, his arrow hitting true on his crossbow again at closer quarters. Brad stumbles and falls against a tree, breathing hard as I squeeze Syrus’ arm and begin walking again.
Surrounding me, the guys begin to stalk again.
“Is there a road he’ll be able to stumble onto?” I ask. My voice is calm, almost nonchalant as if I don’t care either way. The truth is that I do, I just need to know how much time we have to play.
Harlan has a bag slung over his back as we walk, loping beside us as he watches Brad’s movements.
“Nah,” Kyren says. “It’s woods for miles, Princess. We can play as long as you want.”
“Cool.” I say, handing the bat to Syrus as I pull out my knife. “He threatened to turn me into a human toilet and pass me to his bosses.”
“Yeah, I fucking heard that,” Syrus grumbles, but I’m already running and climbing Brad like a tree.
“Timber,” Izzy says helpfully, slamming his hatchet into one of Brad’s achilles tendons.
“Fuck!” he screams, flailing out to hit me before he falls on his face.
I can’t feel the cold of the snow as I run on righteous anger, and I smash his head further into its iciness as I straddle his back.
Izzy pulls off Brad’s shoes, singing a song about “Dale duro” under his breath.
“Oh, is it time to cut off his dick yet?” Harlan asks, bending down to help him.
“Maybe you should peel off his eyelids,” Syrus suggests, settling on his haunches beside me.
They all want a piece of him, but they’re letting me run the show. Yanking on Brad’s sweat and snow darkened hair, I hum as I hold him still.
“Help?” I suggest.
“I’ll make sure he doesn’t move, Spitfire,” he promises, his hand finding a good grip as I release Brad.
“You’ve been a very bad boy, Brad,” I say, digging my thumbs into his eyes.
“You’re going to pay for this,” he grits out, trying to buck me off.
Stabbing him in the shoulder, I grin as he stills and Kyren grabs his hands.
“I doubt that,” I reply, squeezing and pulling on his eyelid.
“Fuck, no, don’t!”
My knife slides perfectly through the little bit of skin, making it so he can no longer blink or close that eye. Unfortunately, blood trickles over his cheeks and stains the ground from when the knife was buried in his shoulder.
“I did,” I say, giggling. I don’t giggle, ever. But I’m feeling giddy as fuck. “Next one!”
“You stupid bitch. I should have taken my turn with your sister!”
Without a thought, my hand with the knife moves. Time seems to blink and the tip of his tongue drops onto the snow.
“Oops,” I murmur, slicing off the tip of his nose next. I keep my knives very sharp. “I’m going to continue to slice off body parts.”
Fair is fair. He took little pieces of my soul and I never got them back.
“Let me turn him around and hold him for you,” Izzy says.
Nodding, I stand up, watching as he and Kyren cut off the rest of Brad’s clothing. They’re not at all gentle, and blood continues to drip along his skin, turning the snow red as they hoist him up.
He took my innocence, and the snow looks a lot like the splatter it left on my soul.
