I tilt my head to the side, frowning. “Me? You think I’ll be the one you face tonight? I’m only getting comfortable before I settle in for the show.” I go to the door and tap my knuckles to it. “No, Eric. I was going to kill you myself—I was looking forward to it, honestly.”
The door begins to open, and I can’t hold back a smile. “Then I came up with an idea that’s even more fun.”
And oh, it is. The pleasure of watching his face go slack at the sight of the men entering the room is exquisite. There is probably six hundred pounds of muscle between them, a pair of twins who went through some extremely fucked up shit in their youth and have spent a lot of time in prison. Just like anybody else, they sometimes need to work out their pent-up aggression.
I do like giving people an outlet for their aggression.
“Oh, yeah.” Luke pounds his fist into the other palm. “Yeah, he’ll be fun.”
Mark nods, chuckling as he strokes his bushy beard. “Thumb wrestle to see who gets him first.”
Eric backs away, gasping for air, holding his hands up. “No, no, no. You don’t have to do this.”
Fucking coward. I take a seat on the chair, nodding to the twins. “Whenever you’re ready.”
Luke’s impatient, taking the first swing at Eric’s midsection, causing him to double over, clutching his stomach, and Mark drives a knee into his nose. The sound of breaking bones makes me smile.
Mark pulls off Eric’s jacket, then holds his arms behind him while Luke takes another swing, this time aiming for the ribs. “How does that feel?” I ask, raising my voice over Eric’s broken sobbing. “Being hit by somebody bigger than you. Being at their mercy. Not being able to defend yourself. I want you to think about that.”
Mark throws Eric at the wall, where Luke grabs him and tears his shirt open before tossing the scraps to the floor. “It’s gonna be so fun fucking your ass,” Mark says with a laugh.
When Eric’s head snaps up, eyes wide and wild, the brothers laugh.
“Don’t forget the foreplay, boys,” I remind them. “Make sure he’s nice and loosened up before you take that virgin ass.”
Eric slumps to the floor, the bottom half of his face now covered in blood. The sense of satisfaction this brings me is impossible to describe. I can only feel it, and it feels like warm honey pouring over me. He’ll pay for every time he ever hurt her. Every time he ever put a hand on her, every time he ever fucked her. The balance will be paid in full tonight.
“Please.” His eyes pierce me, pleading, sparkling with tears that roll down his cheeks and cut through the blood. “Please, no.”
“Don’t worry. You won’t remember a thing when it’s over.” My smile widens when understanding dawns. When he realizes he won’t leave this room alive.
I’m so glad I didn’t drink too much. I want to be able to savor every moment with a clear head. I lean back in my chair and watch as the twins strip Eric of his clothing. Luke shoves him to the floor, and Mark disappears from the room to get some toys.
“I’m sorry, please don’t do this. I’ll forget she ever existed. I’ll leave.” His lies only infuriate me more. It doesn’t matter if he leaves Rowan alone because there will always be someone else. A new girl will come along, and he will do the same to her. Killing this piece of shit will be doing a favor for the rest of the world.
“It’s not about leaving her alone. We’re way past that; you’re going to pay the price for your wrongdoings.”
Mark returns to the room, closing the door behind him. I can make out the huge dildo in his hand as he steps into the light. It’s thick, and Eric’s going to feel every raw inch of it as Mark shoves it into his ass without an ounce of lube.
“Please, I’m begging you.” Eric’s eyes bleed into mine, his own fears reflecting back at me. I feed off that fear, feasting on it like it’s my last meal.
“I’m sure she begged you to stop as well.” I pause for a moment, letting my words sink in. “Carry on, Mark.”
Mark smiles gleefully as Luke pins Eric to the floor, securing his hands behind his back. He struggles but doesn’t get far. Mark pulls him back, sits on his legs, spreads his ass cheeks, and slams the dildo between them. A scream, so deep and painful, pierces the air, and I smile, enjoying his screams and pleas for us to stop as Mark fucks his ass with the dildo until he starts bleeding.
After that, Luke cuts his cock off, and the puddle of blood surrounding him grows bigger. By the end of the night, I’m feeling a little lighter. Rowan deserved to be here to see this fucker get ass raped, but it’s best she isn’t. I’m not sure she would follow through with the rest of our deal if she did.