So, on behalf of all those you have hurt, I sentence you to die.”
With that final word, Gavin took a step away from the pit and nodded to the two masked men standing next to the Valentine Killer. They untied him and dragged him over to where Marcus was waiting.
“Is it my turn now to have a bit of fun?” Marcus asked, his identity still hidden under the mask.
The only reason Marcus had agreed to this video trial was the promise that once the sentence was passed, he could have full range to beat the living piss out of the man. It was Marcus’s way of getting justice for all the pain and suffering inflicted on the man he loved.
Gavin found the request so romantic. He never imagined anyone would love him so much that they would demand to take their vengeance on the man of his nightmares.
Smiling, Gavin nodded.
“Good,” Marcus grunted, grabbing the man by the throat and pulling him close to his face. “You tried to rape and murder the man I love. Monsters like you don’t deserve a quick death.”
With that, Marcus punched the Valentine Killer hard in his stomach. He fell over in pain, gasping for air.
“Fuck you!” the man shouted, struggling to stand on his feet.
Marcus kicked him in the face, sending the man flying backward and landing hard in the dirt close to the pit.
“You fucking killed them! All of them!” Marcus growled, lunging at him and landing on his body. He straddled his thighs, then began punching the killer in the face without mercy.
Blood burst from his nose, while sounds of pain mixed with agony spilled from his mouth.
“Please… stop… I’m…” he pleaded as Marcus continued his brutal assault on the man who had murdered so many.
Watching the anger and violence spill from Marcus was intoxicating. Seeing each powerful blow be delivered—all in the name of vengeance for the man he loved—was probably the most romantic thing that anyone could ever do.
This right here was better than being carried off bodyguard-style by the man of his dreams.
There was no doubt in his mind that Marcis really loved him.
Wanting to make sure that the man’s execution was carried out as promised, Gavin decided that it was time.
“That’s enough,” Gavin called out, not wanting to use Marcus’s name during the live stream.
Marcus grunted, then pulled the battered and beaten man up.
Clive teetered on his feet.
“Rot in hell, you piece of shit.” With that, Marcus pushed the man into the pit.
The group rushed forward, gathering at the edge of the pit to watch the remainder of the execution.
Gavin stepped up next to Marcus and slipped his hand into his. Leaning his head against the angry biker’s shoulder, he looked down into the pit and smiled—not with joy, but with the quiet satisfaction of knowing it was finally almost over.
They watched as the cougars began stalking theirprey. They circled the man, growling and swiping their paws at Clive’s body. The man turned in circles, watching the hungry beasts as they continued to move toward him.
“Please! Let me up! You can’t do this!” the Valentine Killer shouted.
The fear spilling from the man made Gavin smile. Perhaps now, the Valentine Killer would know the fear and torment Gavin felt, wondering if or when the killer might find him.
Countless sleepless nights. Tossing and turning. Not being able to close his eyes for fear of seeing Clive’s face staring back at him.
That was the fear Gavin wanted his monster to experience.
But there was no mercy to be had. This man had extinguished so many lives in the most unimaginable way possible. The horror and pain that he caused deserved such a violent sense of justice.
“Please! I beg you! Don’t let me die down here like this.”
