Hollow reaches into the duffel bag and pulls something out.
My eyes widen as the click of the igniter zips through the room, and a blue flame flares from it.
Garrett starts to hyperventilate at the sight of the lighter. He fights the chair constantly, trying to break free, but to no avail.
I want to scream out for them to stop, but I know this is the only way to save him.
Tostopthe blood loss.
Garrett’s head lolls back, his eyes fluttering like he’s about to pass out completely.
I don’t blame him.
His dick’s already gone. Now what’s left of it is about to be burned, and my brain just.. doesn’t react the way it should. I sit there with the information like it’s numbers on a screen, something I need to process and move past. But I don’t know if I’ll ever move past any of this.
Hollow kneels between Garrett’s legs, grabbing what’s left of his genitals. “Hold him steady.”
I force myself to look.
It’s not even what it used to be anymore.
It’s a nub. Torn and bloody. Still leaking some other type of fluid out.
I don’t know if it’s piss or cum at this point.
Dollface grips Garrett’s shoulders, forcing him upright.
I start to turn my head to look away; to avoid it.
I don’t want to see this.
“Watch, Puppet.”
Hollow’s voice sends a shudder through me.
“Or I’ll cut off your eyelids.”
My eyes sting, filling with tears I don’t let fall. I’m forced to keep them open, forced to watch, even as everything in me tries to shut down. I don’t want him to cut off my eyelids. I don’t want them to cut off any part of me.
But I know they will.
Garrett’s proof of that.
My leg is proof of it too. It still burns where the knife was driven into it. The pain is impossible to ignore even as the adrenaline pumps through my veins.
They’ve already shown me what they’re capable of.
There’s nothing they wouldn’t do.
I force my head back, my eyes locking onto Garrett just as the flame gets closer.
His screams burn into my head, sinking in deeper with every second.
The smell takes over the room; it’s similar to burnt meat.
The scent close to what crispy bacon smells like.
I gag at the sound that cuts through the room. The sizzling mixing with Garrett’s broken screams as they dissolve into weak, choked whimpers will forever mark my mind. He jerks violently in the chair, his whole body reacting like it’s trying to escape itself. His eyes snap open, wide and unfocused, pain written across every inch of his face.
