Cara and Sara approached them, holding a matchbox. They took out a match, stroked it across the box, and threw it on them.
Their bodies were engulfed in flames immediately. All you could hear were the screams of agony.
“Burn, baby! BURN!” Cara cheered while sounding like the Grinch when he set that Christmas tree on fire. It didn’t help that her ass started jumping and clapping.
“My poor god babies,” Thor muttered, referring to Cara’s children. “They’re doomed.”
That made everyone within earshot boom with laughter. I pray she doesn’t pass this crazy gene down to her kids. If so, the world was in trouble.
Once both men were dead, Bear extinguished them until the flames were out. They were burned to a crisp. When Cara turned to Jason, he gulped. “Hey, Armor! Come here for a second,” she ordered.
He took a deep breath before making his way over to her. “Cara, this is your thing.”
“Yeah, I know, but I just wanted to tell you this is the guy who choked Sof and held a gun to her hea–”
Before she could finish, Armor pulled his gun from his waistband, letting off five shots into Jason’s head, and walked away.
“Damn, you didn’t want to drag it out even a little bit? See if I ever let you help me again.” She frowned at him.
Since Sire was the only one left, I stepped up beside her. “Don’t kill him. That’s my job.”
“I can work with that.” She went over to her briefcase, and I turned my attention back on Sire.
He gritted his teeth, knowing the end was near. “I am the son of GOD! You will not get away with this. You all will pay for your sins. Jesus always?—”
“Prevails,” I finished for him. “You really are a broken record. Sire, there is nothing righteous about you. The same God you talk about serving was loving and kind. Two things you wouldn’t know a thing about. You’re just a sick individual who gets offon making others bow to him while giving nothing but pain in return. I hope you rot in hell.” I faced Cara. “Are you ready?”
“Allen…” Sire called me by my given name. “This is between the two of us.” I noticed how his gaze nervously shot to Cara.
Wait a minute. Was this motherfucker actually scared of Cara?
“Don’t be frightened. I promise to be gentle,” Cara cooed.
“Don’t believe shit she’s saying! There will be nothing gentle about whatever her ass is about to do,” Thor shouted.
Cara giggled. “You know me so well, best bud.” She beamed. Locking her gaze with Sire, she asked, “Any last words?”
He closed his eyes and swallowed. “Our father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy….”
“Kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven,” Cara joined him. His eyes shot open as she stared at him, amused. “Saying that prayer doesn’t make you any less evil.” Opening her briefcase, she pulled out a whip that looked like it had shards of glass attached to it. Cara was about to give Sire a dose of his own medicine. She approached him as if he were prey. “Give us this day our daily bread. Forgive us our debts, as we forgive our debtors.”
Crack!
Cara slung the whip across Sire’s chest. He screamed in pain. “And lead us not into temptation but deliver us!”
Crack!
The whip wrapped around his torso, taking away chunks of flesh.
“Deliver us from evil.”
Crack!
Cara finished the prayer while Sire begged and pleaded like I used to. The crazy part about this was that it was more than déjà vu for me. I was tight-lipped about the punishments Sire had given me. The only thing I told everyone was that he gave melashings. What I didn’t tell them was that Sire used to recite this prayer while doing it.
Talk about karma.
By the time Cara was finished, Sire was covered with lash wounds. He was losing blood quickly. I pulled my gun and aimed it at his head. Sire raised his head, looking into my eyes. He opened his mouth to say something, but I pulled the trigger.
