“What is she gonna do?” Brad slurs, making me shrug as I pull out my long, thin stun gun.
“Let’s start with frying your tiny, tiny dick,” I suggest, pressing my stun gun against it.
“Fuck!” he screams, making Syrus sigh as he pulls off the handkerchief around his face.
“You’re such a goddamned baby,” he groans, gagging him. The material easily ties at the back of his head, and I begin to press the weapon against multiple parts of his exposed skin.
“Try this, baby,” Harlan says, drawing my attention to him. He’s holding a cigar in Izzy’s mouth, and the tip glows low as Izzy puffs on it.
“Fuck, that’s a new one,” Izzy sighs happily. “Torture and cigars. Two of my favorite things.”
Smirking, I take the cigar from Harlan and press it against Brad’s nipple.
“I know cigarettes are one of your preferred ways of hurting me, Brad,” I croon. “This doesn’t feel very good, does it? Mmhmm. Maybe you can catch a bubble and think on that, twatwaffle.”
Izzy and Kyren hold Brad at a height that I can reach him, but he uses it as an excuse to attempt to kick me. Faster than I can track, Syrus has a hatchet in his hand and slams it down on Brad’s leg as I jump away.
“She said to catch a goddamned bubble, not to kick. Damn, what kind of wax is in your ears?” he growls.
It’s a small hatchet, and just leaves a large gash on Brad’s leg as he pulls it out.
“Thanks, baby,” I murmur.
Syrus moves over and kisses me. It’s filthy, sexy, and has lots of tongue.
“You’re with all of them?” Brad asks, his words full of blood, muffled from the gag, and hard to understand.
His skin is messy, but he’s not nearly fucked up enough.
“You’re lopsided,” I murmur. My logic might not make sense to others, but Izzy picks up on what I need immediately.
“I can help with that,” Izzy says, slashing his other leg tendon as Brad begins to cry.
“Look, you’re gonna be all fucked up,” I murmur, enjoying the fact that he’s now kneeling in the snow and being held in place.
Piece by piece, I cut off fingers, toes, and his other eyelid. I hit him with the bat, slap, and kick him as well. Unleashing my rage, I also watch as the guys systematically break bones, dropping him in the snow so Syrus can stomp on him with his boots. There are cigar burns all over his body, and his cock is flaccid but still intact enough to piss all over himself.
“So gross,” Harlan groans. Pulling off his bag, he grins as he takes out a steel pole. “I think he should feel what it’s like to have his will taken from him, baby. I’m going to turn him onto his stomach and we’ll see where this goes. Stab him with it, shove it up his ass, do whatever the fuck you want.”
“I want to feed him his dick,” I whisper, my rage nowhere near dissipating.
“I’ll cut it up and make him swallow it,” Harlan promises, shrugging.
No questions, just simple agreement. Damn. Feeling a rush of emotion, I gasp in a breath to keep myself from crying. I’m not sad, I swear it.
Izzy carefully gives me a half hug, his hands held away from my body to make sure he doesn’t get any more blood on me.
“We adore you. It’s really just that simple,mi amor.This is how our alphas love, even if they haven’t said it yet. You don’t even have to know where you stand yet. We can just be, okay?” he whispers, pressing a kiss to my temple. “Want some help giving him the type of enema that will ensure he never takes a decent shit again?”
“Yes,” I breathe, blinking the heat behind my eyes away. It’s like everything is hitting me really quickly, and it’s impossible to shut Pandora’s Box again.
“Let’s do it,mi amor.”
Kyren and Harlan have Brad positioned so his ass is pushed up and his head is buried in the snow. Kyren has his head pushed down in the yellow snow, and his other hand is keeping his upper back on the ground. Meanwhile, Harlan pushed Brad’s knees to his chest, so I have a money shot of the alpha’s asshole.
“Ouch,” Syrus snorts, checking out the pole in Izzy’s hand. “Bottom’s up with a side of no lube. Put your back into it, Spitfire. My dick is strangely hard seeing you torture this guy.”
“Welcome to the dark side,” Izzy smirks as he has me take hold of the pole with him. The tip of it against Brad’s hole makes him begin to scream, but Kyren steps on his head and holds him under the snow to muffle him.
