“Why aren’t you in jail?” I ask him, completely ignoringwhatever Luke and Will are now saying.
“Out on bail,” he replies flippantly with a shrug of his shoulder.
“You murdered a woman!” I snarl at him. “How the fuck are you out on bail?” I take a step forward, but Ali’s hand squeezes mine, holding me back.
“Money opens a lot of doors, friend,” Brody sneers, and I swear, if it wasn’t for Ali, I’d be across the room, pounding his smug fucking face into the wall. “Plus, I’m an innocent man, aren’t I?” Brody takes a step forward, rage fueling his movements. I see Luke tense out of the corner of my eye. Will continues to look completely at ease, sipping his spiked drink like a fucking idiot. “I didn’t kill her—you did and you framed me. Just like you framed me for that other bitches disappearance. And Ali is going to tell the police everything you’ve been up to, as soon as we get home.” He’s nearly to me now. I shove Ali behind me fully, making sure he has no access to her. He smirks. “Isn’t that right,wife?”
“We didn’t kill her,” I nod my head toward Will. “That fucker did. We just took advantage of the situation.”
Brody spins, rounding on Will who’s examining his nail beds between sips of whiskey, completely unfazed by the chaos ensuing. “Did I forget to mention that?” he drawls as Brody arm twitches. “Oops.”
“This ends right now,” Brody screams before reaching behind his back and pulling out a gun. “I’m taking my wife. I’m getting the fuck out of here. And I’m done with you people.” He points the gun straight at Will who still looks bored. “All of you.”
And then the lights go out, bathing us in complete and utter darkness.
Right on schedule.
Masks on. Weapons ready. Time to play.
“What the fuck?” Will snaps as he finally realizes he’s not incontrol of the situation.
The room is pitch black besides the glow of our masks which we all simultaneously switch to a flashing mode. A dizzying array of strobing colors cuts through the darkness. Brody and Will try to follow us with their eyes, but in the pitch black, the flashing LEDs are more disorienting than useful. Plus, the drugs we put in his drink should be hitting Will’s system any second.
“Who turned out the lights?” Brody snaps, but beneath his arrogance lies a hint of fear. And like sharks scenting blood, we begin to circle.
“Me, motherfucker,” Celeste’s voice rings out from the darkness, her turned-off mask letting her creep like a shadow.
And then the bat flies.
It’s dark, but not dark enough to obscure the scene as Celeste and Liv simultaneously swing their bats at Brody’s head. His scream is pure agony as metal and wood collide with his face. A nail rips through the flesh of his cheek then pulls back out as he reels backward from the blow.
And all Hell breaks loose.
Fists, bats, and knives begin to fly. Will pulls his gun out, but the drugs are already coursing through him, dulling the connection between brain and body. Plus, Liv is faster; she smacks his wrist with her bat, sending the gun flying. Luke lands a punch to his gut while Celeste grabs the gun which has flown across the room.
“Take a seat, brother,” Luke seethes as we back Will toward the dining room chair behind him.
The pupils of Will’s dark eyes are blown wide from the drugs as they flit through the room, searching for an exit, but we have him surrounded, cornering him like predators moving in for the kill. When he’s close enough, Celeste reaches out and shoves him down into the chair with a sharp pull on his shoulder. Luke and I take a step back, guarding the exits, letting Celeste and Liv havetheir time per our plan.
“Here’s what’s going to happen…” Liv’s voice is sickly sweet as her pink mask circles him. Celeste has turned hers back on too, and the light show mixed with Will’s palpable fear has my cock half hard in my slacks. “We’re going to tie your arms to this chair.” The sound of duct tape ripping from the roll is shockingly loud in the silence.
Will tries to pull his arm away, to his credit, but the drugs are fully in his system now. His eyes roll back into his head before righting fully as he struggles to remain in control. It’s a battle he won’t win—our drugs are stronger than his will.
“Don’t worry, pet,” Liv coos as Will reluctantly brings his shaking arm to the chair and submits to letting Celeste bind him. “The tape won’t hurt. It’s just for both of our safety while we play.”
They make quick work of tying him down before the flashlights turn on, illuminating the terror on Will’s face. He looks just as terrified and helpless as every single one of the women in his videos. To see this monster reduced to rubble as these tiny women exact their revenge—it’s sinfully sweet.
Payback is a bitch, motherfucker.
“Did you know that the whole ‘women have a higher pain tolerance’ thing is a myth?” Liv asks as she opens her case. Celeste snickers as she runs her nails along Will’s shoulders, causing him to flinch. “All humans feel pain. All humans are biologically programmed to avoid pain as a survival mechanism.” As she speaks, she pulls out a long thick needle. When she holds it up to the light, Will starts mumbling nervously and working against his binds, but it’s no use, he’s helpless. Now he knows how each and every one of his victims felt. “So, that being said—this is gonna hurt.”
Celeste wraps her arms around him from behind, undoing his belt and button with ease. Will tries to mumble protests, butit comes out as pleading nonsense, the drugs making the sounds slurred. With a sure hand, Liv reaches inside his pants and pulls out his cock. A tear slips from Will’s eye as he watches helplessly while Liv lines up the needle with the tip of his head.
“Take a deep breath in for me. You’re my little toy to play with now, and so, I’m going to need you to relax.” Liv’s words are soft but her tone is harsh as she shoves the needle forward, piercing the flesh of his crown and moving inward, up his urethra.
Will’s screams are damn near inhuman. Tears and snot stream down his face.
“This is how it feels being violated, you motherfucker,” Liv scowls as she pulls the needle out slightly then shoves it back in. Will shrieks again and I fear he might pass out. “Like needles ripping you apart inside.”
