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Revenge can work splendidly if you know when to aim all the contained fury and let it go. And methods that are horrifying to most people can turn into sublime designs with infinite possibilities.

“Where should I start cutting?” I turn to Sari. He takes my hand in his, a firm grip, eyes on Trent. “Tongue or dick?”

“Where will the wheel of death stop today?” Michael interjects. I need to tell Rague to put a damn switch on that damn intercom from inside the room as well.

“Rip out every one of his organs and grind them to a pulp,” Raph decides to give me his useless opinion.

I ignore him. “Should I pull all his teeth?” A whimper comes from the table, but my attention is on Sari. He doesn’t look disturbed, too used to my methods.

“You’re in so much trouble, serial killer,” Lori feels the need to say. “Torture is Uri’s love language. Gutting you like a pig and using your intestines as floss, translates to professing his adoration to Sari.”

Lori’s statement is not totally wrong. I am dedicating this to my Baby Blue.

“By the way, the pig thing would be totally hard core, ending up in the torture record book,” Lori adds.

“How about if he turns him inside out by shoving his arm down his throat, reaching deep down, and grabbing his butt from the inside?” Ollie suggests. He spends too much time with Rague.

Torture does spur this family's wicked, creative juices.

“Too much work,” I hear Ezra say. “Popping his eyes out and making him eat them seems an easier solution.”

“Those are both meh.” Bez huffs, eviscerating is more his thing

I turn toward them. They’re all on the other side of the glass wall, watching us with interest.

“What happened to the no-comments-from-the-peanut-gallery rule?” I mutter.

Raph dismisses my words. “Cut his hands off and sew them on his head.”

Where does he come up with this shit? “Fuck off!”

“Not good at sewing, eh?” Lori snickers.

“Why the head?” I hear Ollie ask.

“Like a bunny. It’s creepy cute,” Michael replies.

“You’re a freak!” Gabe states.

“We all are,” Raphdefendshis husband.

I see Ezra nodding. He seems comfortable, like he’s always been part of this twisted family. It doesn’t annoy me as much as before. But I’m still irritated by his very presence.

“Let me go! You perverted disgusting sicko assholes!” There’s no missing how strained Trent’s voice sounds.

Sari’s grip around my fingers intensifies. “What he does is not horrible, it’s essential. What you did, on the other hand, to all those poor men and tried to do to me is despicable.” He’s shuddering with anger. So beautiful as he tries to protect me.

“Killing shitheads like you is very therapeutic,” Lori adds.

“You’re mine. Miiiine!” The fucker yells, glowering at Sari with his…eye.

“Say that again, and I’ll mash your balls into a fine powder,” I hiss, yanking at his bloodied hair.

“What a daft prick.” Lori again. I swear I’m going to plug his mouth as soon as I’m done here. “You can’t separate Suri.”

“Suri?” Ezra asks.

“Sari plus Uri,” Michael explains.