Broken jaw.
My mind conjures up the image of Rory from the police report. His eyes were swollen shut. A quick hit to his nose and the bloodspills all over his taped mouth and neck. I might need to take the tape off so he doesn’t suffocate before he gets the full experience.
Ah well, he’ll figure it out.
“I saw the pictures.”
Tanner’s watering eyes fill with fear.
Rory was black and blue all over.
I was so pissed I broke my first bat beating the hell out of my desk. Mal had to get me a new bat—and desk.
So I take the new bat and cover Tanner’s entire body with bruises.
The dull thud of the bat and Tanner’s cries mix in a beautiful soundtrack that have my dick chubbing in enjoyment.
Violence always gets my libido racing. Maybe after this I’ll go find a tight wet pussy to bury myself in. Only, that idea has my dick flagging.
That’s odd.
I love fucking.
Must be Tanner’s fault.
The sick fuck has me so mad, so after one last hard swing that might have broken his right hand, I drop the bat.
I can admit that I’m not looking forward to this last part, but it’s a huge part of the revenge his brother wanted, and what Tanner deserves. Honestly, after reading the report, I was sick. Me, a hardened criminal with years of torture, maiming, and murdering under my belt, was sick. Rape has always been a hardline for me. I’ve killed my own men for doing it, but this is different and definitely not for my pleasure. So I roll him over.
He’s been whimpering and quietly crying, the fight gone out of him too fast. I’ll bet he’ll fight back now. I take the lube from Tanner’s nightstand and slick the bat up. Not for his comfort, but I’ll never get it in without it. I press the bat against his hole, and I was right, Tanner fights to get away from me, but he’s not going anywhere.
I lean over him to whisper in his ear like a lover. “Don’t worry, baby. I know you like it rough.” And with that, I shove forward… hard.
It takes a few tries, but we get there.
Serves him right.
Fucking rapists.
And I can admit, my lips twitch up as I use his phone to take a picture of him. Broken and crying with a bat shoved up his ass.
4
RORY
We’ve been here for three days now, and it’s been amazing. I got to meet all of the characters, eat all of the best food, and we barely have to wait in any lines cause we have some sort of VIP pass.
I think that Lex had something to do with this whole trip.
I need to find some way to thank him, but how?
Before I might have wanted to get on my knees for him or beg him to just let me suckle, but now I’m not sure.
The idea of sex is still frightening, and my dick is definitely not interested in any kind of activity.
It’s been almost six months since “the ordeal.”
I spent two weeks in the hospital, and then I needed rehab, more surgery, and therapy. Lots and lots of therapy, and just when I was starting to feel better, the trial started, and then I had to relive all of “the event.” And now… more therapy.
