“That one is easy to use,” I say. “Point and shoot.”
“Sweet,” she says, picking up the bolts that go with it to walk over to Viv. The woman can’t stop crying, but I have no sympathy for either of the beta handlers.
“Let’s see what ya got!” Lexi yells, cheering Luna on as she points and shoots. The bolt slides perfectly into Viv’s shoulder, making her grin.
“Fuck that looks fun,” Briar says, checking out Luna’s work. “I don’t think they’re scared enough. Be scarier, babe.”
Grinning, Luna reloads the bow and shoots Viv’s tit.
“Women don’t groom omegas to be sold,” Silva says. “They don’t deserve to be called that. I’m offended by the sight of them.”
While the betas are dressed, it doesn’t save either of them from having Silva’s wrath. Kyren thought it would be funny to add a saber to his murder bag, and my girl has a thing for sharp things. Since Silva is offended by their lack of feminine rage, the only obvious thing to do is to cut their tits off.
Right? I guess so, because they’re gone.
“It’s an improvement,” Lexi muses, unaffected by their screams. “You know what always used to piss me off? The way their fingernails would click when they’d lecture us.”
“You want me to pull off their nails, baby, or do you want to do it?” Sloane asks, picking up some pliers.
“I think you should do it together,” Luna suggests, continuing onto Beth to shoot bolts into her body. “It’s great relationship building.”
Hiding a snort, I move to lower the women in their chains so Lexi can reach their hands. Sloane grabs her a chair, and the removal of fingernails begins.
“Please don’t shoot me,” he says half heartedly to Luna. Her aim is decent, she’ll only shoot him if she wants to.
Lexi is efficient as she pulls off yet another ruined fingernail, easily ignoring the muffled screams. Sloane winks at her, and not to be one upped by her, checking to see how many nails she’s ripped off.
“Damn,” he says appreciatively. “I need to stop slacking.”
“Chop, chop!” she teases him.
Yep, it’s a good day to hang out with these women. I fucking love this for me.
“Tell us about this branding equipment you have, Isidro,” Briar says, her eyes moving over the table as she gets bored.
“What do you want it to say?” I ask, walking over to set it up. It’s a large alphabet to arrange words, a torch to warm it, and clamps to change out the letters as needed.
It was a sweet find.
I have a feeling our fun will need to end soon. We’ve been here for almost an hour, and I don’t want anyone to find our kill room. A fire will be the perfect way to get rid of the bodies, and shouldn’t spread to the rest of the house.
It means no other casualties, which is good enough for me.
“Eunuch sounds about right. My mama told me not to call people names that aren’t true,” she says with a straight face. Glancing at the ruined and blackened knot sitting next to the cut off penis, I can’t stop the deep chuckle as I nod.
“Touché, Briar. That’s fucking amazing,” I tell her.
Soon, she’s set up, the brand is hot, and all she has to do is find a spot on Gideon’s body to place it. To my surprise, she pressed it to his forehead, pressing one side of the brand to his skin before shifting to the other so it’s perfectly positioned.
“I don’t think the old man is going to last much longer,” I say regretfully.
Luna has already killed Viv with her target practice, and Lexi simply moved over to join Sloane as he worked.
Rifling through my bag, I grin as I find a hand grenade. These fuckers are expensive, but totally worth it. You never know when you’ll need one.
“Alright. One more brand and then I think we should end this party with a bang,” I say, showing them the grenade.
“Please don’t blow up your hand,” Luna says, looking curious. “That does sound like a pretty awesome idea. Where are you going to put it?”
