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“You should get some sleep while we’re gone,” I tell her as I reluctantly pull my soft cock from her arse. She doesn’t even wince anymore, though her brow furrows when she feels me press my cum back in when it leaks out.

Jake gently rolls her onto her side, sliding out at the same time. I make sure to scoop his cum back into her too, as it does something to me knowing she’s full of our cum.

“Do you have to go?” she pouts as Jake settles her into the bed.

“We have your last demon to slay, and then you’re free,” I tell her, loving the way her face lights up.

“Make him pay,” she replies as she snuggles into the covers, her eyelids fluttering closed once more.

“You know we will, Gorgeous Girl.” I press another kiss to her forehead, making her a silent promise that The Count will pay for every life he’s ruined, not just hers.

“Sleep well, Baby. When you wake up, there will be nothing keeping us from our future,” Jake tells her as he climbs out of bed, holding his hand out for me to take.

I lace our fingers together and let him pull me off the bed, smiling as Indie loses her battle with sleep. “Let’s go get violent and bloody together,” I say, and Jake slams his lips against mine in response.

Jacoband I arrive at the warehouse just under two hours after leaving our girl in our bed. After much deliberation, we called Marcus to let him know where we were going, but to our surprise, he said he’d skip this one. Though it wasn’t too much of a shock when I heard Chloe’s voice in the background.

There was a time when I took the piss out of him for how loved up he is, but now, I get it. I can barely stand being away from Indie or Jacob. When you fall in love, it changes you. It gives you everything to live for, but so much more to lose, and that’s terrifying.

That’s why The Count has to die. He’s a threat to my future with Indie and Jacob, and nothing is going to stand in the way of our happily ever after. Particularly not some arsewipe who buys and sells kids.

We’re greeted at the warehouse by Kian, who is alone this time, and he quickly shows us to the same room we used whenwe interrogated Gregg. The Count is strapped to the same chair, only this time he’s been stripped down to his underwear.

“Is he wearing tighty-whiteys?” Jake asks with a chuckle as he shakes his head, his nose wrinkling in disgust.

Kian grimaces as he exaggeratedly shivers. “They’re much tighter than they should be, too. Though I expect they’re quite stained after everything Bree put him through.”

As I take the time to really look at the man, I see how true Kian’s words are. He looks like he’s already got one foot in the grave, and can barely keep his own head up. It must have taken a lot to get him to crack, which is why he appears broken beyond repair.

The Count looks very similar to the aged mock-up that Kellan created from Indie’s sketch drawing, it’s actually a little scary.

He looks to be in his sixties, with grey hair and wrinkles across his face.

On all the CCTV footage we found of him, his hair was perfectly gelled back, with not a strand out of place, but now it’s greasy and hanging limp. I’m also fairly sure there’s a bald spot on the top of his head, which he’s clearly been trying to hide.

His head is slumped forward and his eyes are closed, though it’s not clear if he’s asleep or passed out. I’m a little shocked by how lean and muscular he is for his age, but it appears he keeps himself in shape.

What stands out more than anything is the excessive amount of wounds littered across his body. There’s not a single patch of skin that isn’t covered in either a bruise, a cut, dried blood, or, in some cases, even burns.

“Bree really fucked him up,” I say, stating the bloody obvious.

Kian chuckles as he looks through the one-way mirror with pride. “Actually, most of us had a go on him. It took much longer to break him than we would have liked, but it meant we got to experiment with new techniques.”

“Like what?” Jacob asks, his eyes shining with excitement.

“Obviously, Bree used her knife. There’s some big chunks of skin missing on the back of his arms and calves where she skinned him. I removed his nails, and when that didn’t work, I took a few fingers and toes, too.

“Kellan crushed most of the bones in his hand and feet, which was extra brutal for him. While Liam experimented with electricity, hence the burns.”

“Electricity?” I repeat, shaking my head at the sheer amount of torture the man has endured. “At his age, it’s a bloody miracle he’s still alive.”

“Yeah, I think the electricity may have restarted his heart a few times. We’ve been allowing a doctor to tend to him in between, to keep him present as much as possible,” Kian replies, shrugging his shoulders like it’s no big deal.

“Does he know he’s going to die today?” Although Jake directs the question to Kian, his eyes narrow on the man in front of us, his gaze darkening as he no doubt thinks about us ending his life.

Kian shakes his head. “No, I don’t think so. He gave us the information we needed almost four days ago, and we’ve continued to torture him while we verified it. He probably thinks this is just another session.”

“But you have verified the info?” I clarify.