“The reason I was such easy prey for you all is because Papa forced me to drink whiskey until I could barely stand,” I murmur, wrapping the wire tightly around Elio’s thigh. He hisses as it cuts into him, and I painstakingly continue to wrap different pieces around random body parts.
Blood slides down his skin, staining it as I lift a hammer next. “I’m not drunk or weak now,stronzo. If you wanted to go to war with Papa, maybe you should have made sure I wasn’t a threat.”
“Why are you protecting him?” Elio screams.
“I’m not. I just want to punish him for his very real crimes against his kin. Same as I’m doing now.”
Slamming down the club hammer onto the wire, I laugh when he screams in pain. I can’t help how unhinged it sounds.
“Keep going,” Carter grunts. “I’ve never seen anyone use a hammer quite like that before. I’m impressed.”
“I may as well use the foundation I’ve laid, right?”
Carter holds down Elio’s upper body as I hit his legs over and over, until the wire is embedded so deeply into his flesh, there’s no way it can be removed. Laying the bloodied hammer aside, I pick up a finger cutter with glee.
“You got lucky with your fingers being reattached,” I remind Elio. “This will never get old for me.”
Carter shoves Elio’s meaty hand at me, while my uncle screams for mercy. If he’s looking for someone to come and give it to him, he’s going to be waiting a long time. My uncle is moving slower than usual, and I give him an evil grin as I shove his finger into the tool.
“Did you drink milk with your coffee this morning, dear uncle?” I ask.
“No,” he grumbles. “I’m cutting back on caffeine. What the fuck did you do to my food?”
Squeezing the tool, I watch as his finger drops to the ground. Elio begins breathing harder with panic, but doesn’t scream or yell. Maybe he’s learning I don’t care for his theatrics.
“I didn’t do a thing,” I grin, removing the tip of another finger. I’m going to make him watch me burn them all, along with his dick. “You simply appear ill.”
“If you didn’t drink the milk, then it’s not our fault,” Carter smirks.
“I had milk with my cereal two hours ago. I was hungry,” Elio growls.
“Then there you have it.”
Getting bored, I pull down Elio’s boxers and measure it to see if the finger cutter will work on it.
“No. No! You sick bitch, get away from me.”
“It’s just slightly too big,” I sigh, annoyed. Ciro crouches down beside me, returning from being upstairs, and hands me a nail and my trusty hammer. There are streaks of blood on his gloves, telling me things got a little interesting in the bedrooms.
There’s blood lust in his eyes, and I’m glad for the double layered panties I’m wearing. I get aroused while murdering people, and I don’t want to make anyone uncomfortable if I perfume.
“This will work.” I hold eye contact with Ciro as I say the words, and he presses down on Elio’s pelvis to keep him still while Grant joins us to hold down his legs.
“Everyone is dead outside of your uncle in this room, and the guards are still being dispatched,” he tells me. “I’ll keep an eye out while you do your thing.”
Grant is giving me permission to lose control of my emotions if I need to. Elio is one of the boogeymen who follows me into my nightmares. I never wake up from them, they simply chase me from one scenario to the next, and sometimes my uncle does rape me before pissing on my body.
It’s the ultimate form of degradation. Some omegas crave cum on their skin, but I’m not sure if this will ever be something I want. My family has ruined many things in my life, and a healthy sex life may be one of those things.
“Thank you,” I rasp, grabbing Elio’s dick.
“I can hold it down if you promise not to hammer my fingers,” Ciro says softly. When I agree, he grabs Elio’s shaft at the base and begins to pump it to get it hard. “This erection will be your last, asshole. Limp dicks are more difficult to torture. A little blood in it goes a long way toward making it easier to hammer a nail into.”
“Are you speaking from experience?” I ask, oddly enamored by his shrug.
“My brothers and I have had our fair share of teaching people the importance of respect. Now you’re going to teach your uncle a lesson in keeping his goddamned dick away from you.”
Elio has hardwood flooring in his home, and it appears elegant and beautiful.
