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CHAINSAWS & GASOLINE

RILEY

T he fiery inferno sizzles behind us as it seals shut and we step into the crisp, summer breeze. Moon hanging low and full in the sky, illuminating the isolated park around us. A parked car sits before a cliff, overlooking the town of Luxfall. Racy pop music echoes through the speakers as the car rocks back and forth, the sound drowned out by the chorus of passionate moans with every jerk of the wheels.

Sable giggles, pulling a cherry lollipop out of thin air, and plopping it into her mouth. She tilts her head toward us with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Are you ready to fulfill your end of the bargain?”

I nod slowly before glancing at our surroundings, and it would appear that aside from the two having sex in that car, there is no one else around. No one to hear them scream . My fingers twitch with anticipation as the blood lust I’ve been burying deep within the darkest parts of my soul scream as they rush to the surface.

Bending down to reach for my blade, I realize that I’ve left it back at the house. I scrunch my face, slight embarrassment creeping inside that I have to even ask this of someone who isn’t inexperienced when it comes to murder.

I clear my throat. “I left my blade at home, and we aren’t super prepared to you know… kill anyone.”

A soft gasp escapes Willow and Sable laughs, loud and without a care in the world as if the alleged victims in the car can’t hear us. “Well, you’d be surprised what damage you could inflict with your hands alone.”

Willow tenses next to me, reaching for my fingers to keep her grounded. Sable notices Willow’s apprehension and licks her lips after sucking on her lollipop once more.

“But…” she begins, turning away from us and snapping her fingers. “That wouldn’t be very fun to watch.”

My eyes widen as an array of weapons ranging from knives, axes, bats embedded with nails, chainsaws, and even an entire can of gasoline occupy the once-barren grass. There’s pepper spray, brass knuckles, rope, and other shit I can’t even put a name to.

I’m rendered speechless as I take in what this all really means. My eyes flick over to the two unsuspecting victims in the car, and a wide grin creases my face.

“Who’s in the car?” I ask huskily, eyeing the chainsaw as my potential date with murder.

Sable pops her hip and clicks her tongue. “I think you’ll be pleased with the two I’ve chosen for you both to send to Hell.” She wiggles her fingers at the weapons, strutting slowly in front of them. “Put on a fun show for me. My Master and I will be judging you, so don’t disappoint.”

She summons another flaming portal before turning towards us. “And don’t hold back. I want to feel your passion and rage,” she says with a wink.

Willow’s grip on my hand becomes almost painful as Sable disappears into the night. It’s us out here alone, with an abundance of weapons at our disposal, and two people who must die tonight—and it won’t fucking be us.

Letting out a shaky exhale, I turn to Willow and place my hands on her shoulders. I capture her emerald eyes with mine and study her features. “It’s us or them, Will. You know I won’t let anything happen to you, and I don’t want you to do anything that you don’t want to do. So I need to know now, do you want to sit this out?”

She worries her bottom lip between her teeth and looks away.

“Hey, no. Look at me,” I plead, cupping her cheeks. She hesitantly glances up at me, worry etched into her beautiful features. “I can do this alone if?—”

She shakes her head, furrowing her brows. Backing away from me, she turns to stare at the weapons. Her eyes lock onto something, which brings a smirk to her lips. She rushes over to the murderous items, leans down to pick up the can of pepper spray, and hands it out to me.

I cock my head, mimicking the smirk playing on her lips. “You want me to get the party started then?”

She flutters her lashes innocently, shaking her hand holding the can, gesturing for me to take it.

Raking my eyes over her lithe body, how her skirt rides her thighs, the way her shirt clings to her curvy hips. Desire pools low in my core as my eyes roam over her perfect body, her stunning face that I would quite literally kill over. She is my weakness, yet with her I feel strong.

Tonight, I’m going to claim more than just my revenge. Under the moonlight, after bathing in the blood of our tormentors I’m going to make her mine once and for all.

Willow stalks over to me, swaying her hips, eyes half-mast, and places the canister in my hand.

My eyes darken as I pull her face to mine, crashing my lips against hers. I slip my tongue into her mouth and our tongues dance in the heat of this tense moment, swallowing our sighs and groans. I kiss her so hard that it’s bruising. I want her to feel how much I need her, how much I crave her.

I lean closer, grabbing a fistful of her hair, and whisper into her ear. “Once we’re done playing with them, I want to hear you make those pretty sounds again. Will you scream for me my little strawberry sunshine?”

Willow shudders under my hold, grabs my face, and kisses me again. As she pulls back, she drags my bottom lip between her teeth, pulling roughly and I groan at her roughness. Her storm-lit emeralds dance with fire and mischief as she nods toward the car, urging me to get on with it.

“Let’s play then, baby.” I flash her a devious smirk before darting over to the passenger door.

Through the tinted windows, I glimpse a woman straddling someone, grinding her hips with her head tossed back in ecstasy. I throw open the door, which shockingly wasn’t locked, and laugh mockingly.

Vanessa and Brad gasp in horror as they try to figure out what the hell is going on. She rushes to cover her breasts with a sound of pure disgust. I casually rest my arm on the curve of the door frame. “We both know Brad’s cock isn’t big enough to be faking it that hard, Vanessa. You shouldn’t grow men’s egos bigger than they already are. Especially if they’re sadistic rapists,” I sneer.

“What the fuck are you doing here, bitch!” Vanessa shrieks.

I clutch the can close to my chest, clicking my tongue in feign offense. “Ouch. I thought you’d wanna finish what we started earlier. Do we really mean so little to you?” I chastise, my lips curling menacingly.

Brad leans back and rests his head on the seat, turning to face me with an evil glint in his eyes. “Do you get off on watching me fuck my girl? Did I break you so bad that you came running back to me? I swear, virgins are the most clingy afterward. Like lost little puppies, thinking one night means something. Sweetheart, it was just a favor. And I don’t do repeats.” He winks, thinking he’s won.

Rage unlike I’ve ever felt before breaches the confines of my restraint, and this time I won’t be holding back.

I flick my tongue over my top teeth with a raspy chuckle. “You’re funny. And also very blind,” I quip, pouting my bottom lip.

Brad scoffs. “What the hell are you talking about? Nobody’s blind to?—”

Vanessa’s shriek cuts him off as the noxious fumes coat her eyes, thick and suffocating, like toxic frosting over her plastic-perfect face. She claws at them, gasping. I tilt the can, deliberately aiming for her open mouth. She chokes, sputtering, gagging.

Brad lunges to shield her, but I’m faster. I whip the spray toward him, and he howls as the burn sears his vision. Both of them thrash, hands clawing at their swollen, weeping eyes, screaming in agony.

“Told you you’re blind,” I murmur.

“You’re dead , bitch! I swear to God, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” Brad spits, struggling to force his swollen eyes open.

I barely acknowledge him. Instead, I turn—to find Willow standing beside me, rope in hand, her emerald eyes blazing with a hunger for revenge.

A slow grin spreads across my lips. “Good girl.”

The praise makes her smile, full and wicked.

I thrust my hand into Vanessa’s hair and yank her out of the car. She tumbles onto the grass with a dull thud, scrambling into the fetal position, arms wrapped around her naked body as she wails.

I crouch beside her, my voice a low purr. “Make it hurt, Will. She’s all yours.”

Then I straighten, turning to Brad—still clutching his ruined face, still sniveling.

“This one’s mine,” I growl.

Brad throws blind punches, swinging wildly, but I easily step back, letting him flail like a wounded animal. I let him have his moment—until I grow tired of the game.

With the near-empty can of pepper spray, I douse him again. He howls, clutching at his ruined face, screaming obscenities between gasping sobs.

Without hesitation, I bring the can down— hard —bashing his head over and over until his body slumps, unconscious. I drag him onto the grass, tossing him beside his whore.

Willow stands over Vanessa, her wrists and ankles bound tight, but hesitation flickers across her face as she stares down at her prey.

I grab another length of rope and bind Brad the same way. My voice drops, steady and cold.

“They deserve this, Will. They tortured us for years without mercy—just for existing. They’ll get no compassion from me in return.”

Willow nods, my words fortifying her resolve. We have to do this— or we die in their place. And I won’t let that fucking happen.

She strides toward the arsenal Sable so graciously gifted us, returning with a red gallon container of gasoline. Flashing me a flirtatious smile, she tips it forward, sending a thick splash of fuel cascading over Vanessa’s trembling body.

Vanessa gasps, eyes wide with horror. Willow mirrors her shock, hand flying to her mouth in mock apology.

I chuckle, devoid of emotion. “Douse the bitch.”

Vanessa thrashes, voice shrill as she shrieks into the night. “Help! Someone help us!”

I tilt my head, purring, “No one can hear you.”

Turning, I stroll back to the weapons, deliberating. A smirk tugs at my lips as my fingers curl around the chainsaw’s handle.

By the time I return, Vanessa is gasping, choking on the fumes as fuel soaks her bare skin. Willow doesn’t stop. Her delicate features twist with fury as she tilts the canister higher, pouring with unrelenting force. She’s finally letting go. Letting vengeance consume her.

And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Vanessa’s cries become relentless— insufferable.

“Gag her, Will,” I sigh, rolling my shoulders. “I don’t want to hear another peep from this whore’s mouth… until she’s screaming for death to take her.”

Willow shrugs, unfazed, before shoving the nozzle between Vanessa’s trembling lips. She tilts the can, emptying the rest of the gasoline down her throat.

Vanessa sputters, eyes bulging, body convulsing as she chokes on the noxious flood.

I stalk forward, a wicked grin curling my lips. With one sharp motion, I stomp on the bottom of the can, driving it deeper into her throat.

Her windpipe spasms, her whole body jerking as guttural, unintelligible sounds claw their way out of her tightening chest. She knows. She knows she’s moments from slipping into the abyss.

And I watch, smiling, as she fights the inevitable.

I step closer to Brad, revving the chainsaw until it purrs to life. Smooth. Hungry.

“Show her what happens when you play with fire, baby,” I coo.

Willow exhales through her nose. She flicks open the Zippo from her pocket, igniting a small, flickering flame. For a moment, she watches it dance in the wind, her emerald eyes reflecting its glow.

Then, without hesitation, she tosses the lighter onto Vanessa’s writhing body.

A monstrous blaze erupts, swallowing her whole.

Willow watches, unmoving, as the fire consumes flesh, muscle, bone—her expression unreadable, yet utterly transfixed. Dark fascination twists through her, peeling back the last remnants of innocence.

And fuck— I didn’t think I could love her more, but I do.

I throw my head back and laugh, wild and untamed. “Wake up, Brad!”

He barely has time to stir before I bring the chainsaw down, its teeth biting deep into his shoulder. Flesh tears. Bone shatters. His arm is severed in one brutal stroke.

Brad jolts awake, screaming , his blood spurting in thick, violent gushes, painting the grass in a grotesque masterpiece.

And we’re only getting started.

“How does it feel to be helpless ?” I shriek, driving the chainsaw into his remaining arm, slowly , savoring the way it chews through flesh and bone.

Brad convulses beneath me, blood splattering my skin, warm and thick.

“How does it feel to have something taken from you?” I seethe, my voice shaking with rage.

The chainsaw sputters, choking out before it stalls completely.

“Fuck!” I snarl, throwing it aside, frustration coiling in my gut. Brad is fading fast, his skin pale, blood gushing from his ruined limbs like a crimson waterfall.

Not yet.

I straddle his trembling, dying body and pummel him, fists crashing into his face, over and over, splitting skin, breaking bone.

He’s going to feel everything—every ounce of my wrath—until his last, shuddering breath.

I seize his cheeks, fingers digging into his skin, forcing his bloodstained lips into a grotesque pout. His teeth are slick with scarlet, yet he still smiles— laughs —at me.

“You don’t win ,” I grit out, voice venomous. “Do you know where you and your little bitch are headed?”

Brad coughs, blood bubbling at his lips, but his smirk remains. “Nowhere you won’t be following when you die, too.”

I chuckle darkly, tightening my grip until his jaw creaks. “I made a deal with Death, Brad,” I whisper, leaning in so close he can taste my breath. “I will see you in Hell—but when I do, I’ll be the one carving eternity into your flesh. This isn’t over.”

His breath hitches. The smirk vanishes. There it is—the fear I’ve been waiting for.

A nudge to my shoulder rips me from my insanity, as I stare up at Willow. She offers me a serrated blade, biting her lip.

“Are you having fun, baby?” My fingers trail up her thigh, slow and deliberate, watching as goosebumps pebble her delicate skin. Desire coils low in my belly at the way she shudders beneath my touch.

She nods, exhaling a shaky breath.

I pat Brad’s stomach, a cruel invitation. “Come here and help me finish him.”

Willow doesn’t hesitate. She settles in front of me, her back pressed against my chest. I wrap an arm around her waist, pulling her so close our bodies fuse, my chin resting on her shoulder. “Finish him,” I purr, lips brushing the shell of her ear, “while I finish you.”

Her breath hitches, body taut with anticipation.

“Place the tip of the blade against his chest,” I whisper, my free hand tracing higher up her bare thigh— slow, taunting.

She obeys, trembling, the blade poised right over Brad’s slow-beating heart.

“Hold it there,” I murmur, my fingers teasing the edge of something forbidden. “Let him watch what he’ll never have.”

My hand reaches under her skirt, tracing my fingers slowly over the fabric of her soaked panties. She inhales a sharp breath at the contact, wiggling her hips for an ounce of friction.

“You’re already so wet, Willow. Do you want your foster sister to play with your little pussy?” I groan, my voice low and husky.

She whimpers in response, throwing her head back on my shoulder. I glide my tongue over her neck, then softly nibble and suck until she’s writhing beneath me.

“Look at him, Will.” She tentatively stares down at Brad, as I pull her damp panties to the side. “Sink the blade into him,” I command just as I slide two fingers between her slick folds.

The moan that escapes both of us as I finally feel just how wet she really is. I start rubbing slow, tortuous circles over her swollen clit. She’s panting and grinding her ass against me as she chases her release.

“Dig the blade deeper, baby,” I moan. Crimson pours from the center of Brad’s chest as the knife fractures his sternum.

I sink two fingers into her tight entrance, her walls already spasming and tightening around me. “You’re so tight,” I groan, slowly pumping my fingers to let her adjust to the stretch.

“Do my fingers feel good inside you?”

Willow’s answer is her riding my fingers, begging for me to go deeper and faster.

Brad’s been long dead at this point. She release’s the blade, still plunged into his vile heart, and reaches one hand back to fist my hair.

“Will you make your pretty sounds again when you come all over my fingers?” I purr, fastening my pace as I thrust into her, adding my thumb to circle around her bundle of nerves.

Willow nods, panting, writhing, and moaning uncontrollably until she finally crashes into her release. The sounds are so beautiful, like a perfect symphony to my ears. A masterpiece.

Her muscles clamp around my fingers, a strangled moan passes her lips before she goes limp against me gasping for air.

I remove my hand and gaze at my glistening fingers, slick with her arousal under the pale moonlight. Bringing them to my lips, I taste her for the first time and it’s the sweetest thing to ever compliment my taste buds. “You taste so fucking good, Willow.”

I clamp my hand around her throat, but not hard enough to constrict her oxygen. “I’m in love with you, my little strawberry sunshine. Did you know that?”

She whimpers, her throat bobbing beneath my palm.

“Your pussy is mine. The pretty sounds you make are mine. Everything about you is mine for all eternity, and I will kill anyone that threatens to take you away from me. Are we clear?” I rasp.

She nods, her hand brushing against my wrist to ease it away from her throat. Turning to face me, she beams a bright smile.

“That was positively delicious!” A voice purrs from behind us.

I leap to my feet, offering a hand to Willow, whose legs still tremble beneath her.

“Sable,” I breathe, voice thick with uncertainty. “Did we… please you?”

Sable claps her hands together, her laughter lilting. “Your performance was so dark and beautiful, you almost made my morbid masterpieces look tame.” She steps closer, summoning a portal. “Time for judgment to pass.”

“What?” Before I can even process, Willow and I are suddenly back in our bedroom, the scent of burning flesh and blood completely vanished.

Sable’s eyes gleam with wicked delight. “You’ve both done more than well. Master is pleased with you, but he wants more. Once I leave, your memories of tonight will be erased. No one will remember what happened at that party, and Brad and Vanessa’s bodies will vanish… indefinitely.”

“What? You can’t be serious! You promised we’d gain powers to get our revenge!” I snarl, losing my patience.

She raises a hand, her eyes darkening. “I meant what I said, but it’s not your time yet, girls.”

I cross my arms, huffing in frustration. “When will it be our time?”

Sable offers a sad, almost sympathetic smile. “When death comes for you, let it take you. Both of you. Then, and only then, will your fates be decided. Death bores new beginnings, and you both shall reap its rewards as something new. We’ve helped all we can for now.”

A portal ripples through the universe behind her, a clawed, masculine hand reaching out. “Sable, my love, it’s time to come home.”

She giggles girlishly at the hand. “Nik, I’m a little busy,” rolling her eyes playfully.

The arm snatches her waist, pulling her into the void of the portal. “I have need of you,” Nik growls.

Sable laughs, her eyes locking with mine. “Sleep now, girls. We’ll meet again.” She waves her hand, and black dots begin to coat my vision as she’s whisked away into the fiery nothingness.

Willow grabs my hand, her eyes reflecting the exhaustion I feel, and we collapse onto the bed, sinking into a comfortable slumber.

THE END…FOR NOW.