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It feels fitting that her hair should go next. The chains are lowered so the bitch omega’s knees hit the wet concrete, and I think about how this basement isn’t finished. This could have been a really nice space, but instead it’s just used for laundry and cleaning supplies.

Anything she wants to keep hidden seems to stay here.

Cassidy fishes the scissors out of a puddle and wraps her fist in Vivian’s hair. It doesn’t escape my notice how obnoxiously polite they are even as they torture her.

Having money, etiquette, and grace doesn’t make you better than anyone else. It simply gives you the tools to survive in another type of jungle. Vivian has lived in this world for so long, she stopped noticing the predators because she thought she was one too.

“Please,” she begs, gasping for air. At some point she managed to spit out her shirt, and it lays forgotten on the wetground. Her eyes are blown with fear, and my nose curls with disgust as I smell urine as she pisses herself.

“Good god, the least you can do is die with some dignity,” Cooper growls. He’s not even breathing hard from his creative rearranging of Vivian’s bones.

There’s no denying he’s dangerous, though he keeps as tight a lid on his control as possible. His hands clench in frustration as he glares at the column of her throat, obviously wanting to snap it too.

“Breaking her neck is too good for her,” I grunt to him. I don’t even know who I am right now, but the platitudes of civilization have fallen away. We’re all showing our feral natures tonight. “Light her on fire.”

Cooper barks out a laugh bending over as he loses it. Curiosity has people turning to glance at him, but he doesn’t give two shits about what people think of him. Brushing away a tear as he straightens, he nods.

“You’re right,” he agrees. “May as well have her go out with a bang. Did anyone bring some fireworks?”

“I have some in my trunk if you’re serious,” Asher grunts.

Those are not my monkeys, I don’t fucking want to know.

“Yep, that would be great, thanks,” Cooper says. I think that’s the most polite that he gets.

The basement is filled with the scent of angry alphas and piss, and I’m sure it’s about to get a lot more rank soon.

Cassidy snarls something at Vivian, and I realize that she must have mouthed off to her. Jabbing the scissors into her eye, Cassidy digs around Vivian’s eye socket as she screams.

“I think you should just stay quiet and die with a modicum of dignity,” Cassidy complains.

I hear Ethan call my name, and I smirk as I leave it to the other alphas to kill Vivian.

“Make sure she’s actually dead,” I tease them as I begin to climb the stairs.

I get flicked off by a few of the alphas as I walk upstairs, chuckling under my breath.

“She’s really fucking loud,” Ethan complains as I join him. My shirt is wet and I pull it off to drop it on the ground as I settle in a loveseat next to him.

“You know Vivian,” I say as she screams even louder. “She’s vain, dramatic, and currently missing an eye.”

“Well, I hope she’s missing more by the end of this,” he grunts as he gets comfortable beside me. “This house is full of bad memories. I get the heebie jeebies sitting here alone.”

“I got my lump of flesh, so I’m satisfied,” I admit. “There are some very angry alphas down there though.”

“I don’t blame them,” Ethan says. “I’m fucking pissed too. I remember everything she did when we were kids to groom her into the person she wanted Nina to be. Vivian sucked the life out of her.”

“She tried,” I correct. “Our girl is a lot fucking stronger than that. There’s only so much people can handle before they break, though. It’s up to us to build her back up.”

Nodding, Ethan grows silent and the only sounds are the screams that continue downstairs.

Twenty-Six

Cooper

Vivian has lost the ability to speak, but only because Abbott stole Cassidy’s scissors and cut out her tongue. She’s now also bald, a look that only looks good on her daughter.

Cassidy is currently sawing off Vivian's breasts because she said that she doesn’t deserve them.