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Gritting my teeth, I battle the rebellious need to disobey. But I’m already trussed up. It’s hard to be stubborn when you’re at their mercy.

“Open the fuck up, Thad, or next you’ll have no teeth,” Chad snaps.

My nostrils flare. “Fuck you, you fucking pussy. Taking orders like a good little bitch.”

“I never understood why one uses the word pussy to describe someone as weak. Especially considering all a pussy goes through,” they retort. “Now open up like a good boy for Chad.”

That’s my final warning. Noncompliance at this juncture would lead to a more miserable end. Accepting my fate, I open my mouth, and Chad clamps the pliers onto my tongue, yanking on it until I let out a blood-curdling scream.

“Wait,” the asshole orders. “I’ve decided we should start with the cock ring.”

My gaze connects with the crazed eyes of the person across the room, looking on in glee. I’m so distracted by the mania in their glare that I didn’t see Brad move. It’s not until his hand wraps around my dick that my attention snaps down. He begins pumping until the fear that killed my boner is lost in the haze of his pace. I can feel pre-cum leak from the head.

A garbled moan escapes, and I desperately want to throw my head back, but the groan quickly morphs into a shrill cry whenthe jagged, sharp nails on the inside of the cock ring shred my shaft.

My choked pleas are ignored when Brad stands and shoves my right index finger, the one I forced into Eva, into the cigar cutter. There’s no pause as the blade cuts through my flesh like butter.

I don’t know what comes next because I feel myself losing consciousness.

chad

I swallow the bile in my throat. Normally, this would give me so much pleasure, but watching my childhood best friend lose all the limbs and appendages that touched Eva Pierce only makes my stomach churn.

Everything moves at lightning speed from there. I slice off Thad’s tongue as Brad finishes cutting off his fingers. Without a moment of hesitation, Brad jerks the cock ring until the flesh of Thad’s mangled dick hangs on by a thread but it falls in pieces onto the floor..

“Check his pulse.” The instructions are given without room for negotiations.

Lifting my fingers, I place them and search for the pulse I know I won’t find. Thad died before Brad finished cutting off his pinky. I don’t know if it was from shock or if he bled out, but no life force can be found.

“He’s gone,” I mutter.

“Perfect. The world won’t miss the vermin. You both did society a favor,” they state, leaning against the table before theycontinue. They rub their chin, ruminating as if they’re trying to solve an astrophysics problem. “I think—no not think. I want you to write ‘you’re welcome’ on the wall behind him with his blood. You can even use the scraps of his dick like a paint brush.”

Horror etches itself on my face—my eyebrows shooting up and my mouth gaping open.

My reaction only seems to enlighten him. “Why so shocked, boys? Isn’t this where you take your victims? This punishment pales in comparison to your handywork.”

Brad squeaks, and I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s pale as a ghost, but it’s too late to be scared. Instead, I pick up whatever’s left of Thad’s dick and begin to write, as instructed.

Clapping their hands, they state, “Perfect, now remember what to do when they arrive. You hide until they’re satisfied. Once they leave, what are you supposed to do?”

Brad answers, “Call the cops and turn ourselves in.”

They nod. “And what will you say?”

“That Thad raped and killed Candace, then we lost it and tortured him to death.”

They hum their approval, striding over to Brad and patting his cheek. “Good boy.” Then they’re before me, their eyes narrowing to slits, the joy that was once there turns sinister. “And what will happen if you stray from this story or try to recant ten years from now?”

Gulping, I reply, “You’ll kill every member of our family, close and far, until they’re wiped from existence before coming for us.”

That threat was made perfectly clear. Brad and I knew our orders before Thad crossed the threshold.

“Excellent. Glad you’re smarter than the idiot you called your brother was.” They step back, turning to leave, but before they take a step, they ask, “What is the moral of today’s lesson, boys?”

“Eva Pierce belongs to you and anyone who touches her will meet a disastrous end,” Brad and I say in unison.

Satisfied with our answer, they stride from the room, leaving us without even a backward glance.