Page 87 of Death

Pedro lets out a snort, and Samuel’s shoulders shake as he tries to hold in the laughter.

“You’re all fuckin’ crazy,” Nolan shouts while trying to get free from the shackles.

I move to the side of the table and pin his forearm to the steel surface. “I suppose it takes a little insanity to do what I’m about to do to you.” Shrugging, I bring the saw down on his hand, removing four of his fingers.

His scream bounces off the walls, the sound pure fucking music to my ears.

I switch off the saw and set it down on the table before picking up one of the fingers, holding it in front of his face so he can see it.

“I love how it cuts through flesh and bone like it’s butter.”

Nolan gasps, spittle flying from his mouth while sweat coats his skin.

I drink in the sight of the pain in his eyes.

“Come on, suck it up. Losing your fingers is nothing compared to what you put Ciara through.” I pat his cheek. “Dig deep. We still have weeks ahead of us.”

I drop the finger on his chest before I pick up the saw, switching it on again.

“P-please,” he begs, tears rolling over his temples.

Samuel comes to tend to the hand I’m done with while I move to the other side of the table.

I grip hold of his other forearm, and it has Nolan shaking his head wildly. Seeing the petrified expression glazing his eyes, I mutter, “Don’t lose your shit yet. I need you to be coherent for this.”

I bring the saw down, cutting through his wrist.

Nolan’s back arches as he screams in agony, before he slumps down, looking delirious with pain.

With the saw still humming, I step closer to his head and lean over him. “That should take care of the masturbation problem you have.”

When I see my words getting through to him, I say, “I have to thank you for one thing.” I switch off the saw and grin at him before I lean down close and whisper, “I’m going to take Ciara’s virginity. Her innocence will belong to me.”

Straightening up, I give him another smile. “I have to go now. Ciara’s waiting for me.” I glance up and down his body and notice he’s pissed himself. “Try to get some sleep. You’re going to need it.”

I hand the saw to Pedro, and heading to the stairs, I leave the cellar. When I get back to the house, I quickly shower and change into clean clothes before I walk to the clinic.

Rushing into the waiting room, I’m just in time to hear Ciara sniffle and say, “Thank you so much. Is it really okay for you to see me twice a week?”

“Yes. Eventually you’ll only need to see me once a week.”

The women appear from the hallway, Dr. Alvarado rubbing Ciara’s back.

Seeing me, the doctor says, “I told Ciara to have a peaceful night. She needs to rest after the session.”

I nod, reaching for Ciara. She presses close to my side as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

“I’ll make sure she rests,” I assure the doctor before leaving with my woman. Before we head up the road, I bend slightly and scoop her bridal style into my arms.

“I can walk,” she argues while wrapping her arms around my neck.

“Nope. Doc said you need to rest,” I mutter before shooting her a grin. “How did the session go?”

She presses her face into my neck, and when her breath ghosts over my skin, I break out in goosebumps from how good it feels.

“I think it went okay. We talked about the day he took me.”

“Yeah?” I don’t want to push her, but I hope she’ll open up to me.