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Greyson

It had taken every ounce of my willpower not to rip Thomas’s head from his body. I’d seen the way he looked at my doll the moment she walked into the diner. Fuck, I loved how she spotted me right away. Her eyes had widened, and she’d frozen like a deer in the headlights. I’d seen her calculating the distance in her mind and wondering how I’d gotten there before her. She’d been even more unsure about why I was all up in her space, and she did not like it one bit.

The next thing I’d noticed was how Thomas tracked her every movement. The way he’d stared at her ass and tits. The fact that he was openly jealous of Alora coming to serve me without speaking to him. Thomas wanted her, and for that, he would die. For touching what was mine, he would die painfully, and for threatening her…well, for that, he would beg for his death.

I’d watched her ride away in the back of the police cruiser with a sickening feeling in my stomach. Hopefully, she was set free soon. Could I get her released? Probably. But to do that, I’d need to explain how I knew she didn’t kill anyone, and that would get sticky. I’d play it out and see what happened before I went all white knight. The whole shining armor thing didn’t really suit me anyway.

Now this…this was me. I looked down at Thomas, who was just starting to come around. I hadn’t used this spot in a few years. It was safest to stay away from the areas that tempted me to slip off the wagon, but Thomas deserved this, so here I was at my family’s boat shed. My parents never used this property, not since the body of my first kill was found here. I was too young for anyone to consider me a suspect. They wanted to sell it, but I insisted I’d buy it from them. Instead, they gave it to me as a gift for my twenty-fifth birthday.

I’d already shackled Thomas, but I was letting him fully recover before doing anything else. Leaning against the wooden wall of the boat shed, I used the honing steel to sharpen my blade. Once satisfied, I laid it down on my workbench and picked up the bone I was carving. This piece looked like Alora. Well, half of the face did. The other half was a decorative skull. It might be my best work yet.

“What’s happening,” Thomas slurred. “Why…why the fuck am I naked?”

I never bothered to answer stupid questions. Walking over so he could see me in the flickering light, I sat down and leaned up against the wooden boards. They had a damp coolness to them, but I would be hot and sweaty soon enough. The carving knife scrapped against the bone, shaving off tiny pieces and slowly creating the work of art.

“You….” Thomas looked around, blinking, and I knew things would be fuzzy as his mind pulled itself out of the fog of the drug cocktail I’d given him. “Why am I here? What did you do to me?”

“The better question to ask yourself is, what did you do? What did you do to incur my wrath,” I asked, blowing on my carving, sending little shavings scattering and falling to the floor.

He licked his lips. Because I was going to have Thomas hanging by his wrists, the cuffs and chains were in front of him, giving him enough slack to push himself up into a sitting position. Thomas wavered like a candle in the wind, but I doubted that was what Elton John was thinking about when he wrote the song.

“I don’t understand,” he said and shivered as the evening breeze whistled into the large shed.

“It’s quite simple, Thomas. What did you do to anger me?”

“How the fuck am I supposed to know that? I only saw you at the diner.”

I shook my head slowly as I finished carving the line of Alora’s upper lip. She had beautiful lips, and I couldn’t wait to taste them.

“Well, then it should be extra easy for you to figure it out,” I said, not bothering to look at him as he struggled to stand.

“Let me go, you whack job.”

I paused and then tapped my chin with the knife. “That is almost word for word what Alora said to you. Although she left off the whack job, I’m pretty sure she was thinking it.”

“Is that what this is about? Hey man, that girl has always been trouble. For as long as I’ve been going to that diner, she’s had issues. She’s a fucking drunk, for fuck’s sake, she sucks at her job, and she’s been leading me on for months. Nothin’ but a cock tease.” I took a long, steadying breath, but my control still slipped, and I set the piece I was working on aside before I ruined it.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. You may be able to get away with telling your buddies that. The cops may even believe you if you spin that lie, but that load of crap won’t fly with me.” Walking over to the motor box that controlled the boat hoist, I turned it on. The chain rumbled as it began to pull Thomas up by the arms.

“Hey, stop. Don’t fucking do that, man. Hey!” I ignored him and his yelling as he fought the machine. “Ow fuck,” he growled as his bare feet were pulled across the old rough wood until he was suspended with just the tips of his toes touching. “Let me go. People will be looking for me. I’m not some nobody. I have a company, clients, family, and friends.”

“Correction, you have a failing business with only one client, who is your cousin. Your father is dead, and your mother is in a home. You have a group of guys you hang out with, but you’re not due to see them until next weekend. By then, you’ll be long dead.”

“Jesus fuck, man, have you been stalking me?”

I snorted a laugh as I put the brake on the motor so the chain wouldn’t slip. “No, but I’m really good at reading text messages. What better way to spend the hour you were out cold than surfing through your life.”

“Fucker. I can’t believe you’re doing this over that waste of space, chick. I mean, she’s hot as fuck, and hotter between the legs, but that’s all she’s got going for her.”

Thomas grunted as my fist connected with his ribs. Grabbing his face, I squeezed until he was yelling and cringing from the force. “Did you fuck her?” He whimpered louder but didn’t answer my question. “Did you fuck her?” My voice echoed back at me from the lonely stretch of bayou.

“No,” he managed to say past his pursed lips.

“Are you fucking lying to me?” With a roar, I released his face, but my fists connected with his stomach, jaw, and ribs with fury. The rage that spiked at the thought of this piece of shit touching her broke the seal on my composure.

Chest heaving, I took a step back before I killed him too quickly. His head lolled as he cried pathetic tears, and blood dripped from his nose and mouth. Bullies…I fucking hated them.

“Answer my mother-fucking question,” I growled low, the tone menacing all on its own.

“No, no, I didn’t fuck her.”

Closing my eyes, I tried to draw back the beast that lived inside of me, but there was no chaining it up again tonight. I was lost to the blood, to the pain, and to the sound of his screams. I wanted them all. I wanted to eat them up as they filled my soul with a satisfaction that nothing else had been able to do.

“Why not,” I asked, and he looked at me like I’d lost my mind. “Don’t make me ask questions twice.”

“I already told you she’s nothing but a cock tease. A prude, killjoy, stuffed shirt, prig, what do you want me to say? She wouldn’t fuck me.”

“But you asked?”

“Not in so many words,” he said and then spat blood on the ground. I stared at it and shivered as my cock hardened.

“So, you hinted, and she had no interest. Good to know. Now tell me something, Thomas, and I wouldn’t lie….” I stepped up close to him and smelled the fear coming off his body. “Would you have forced her if given the chance?”

I stared at his face, and his lower lip trembled. The truth was there in his eyes as his pupils dilatated for just a moment when he pictured fucking Alora and forcing her to take him.

“Man…please…I…I don’t know. I like the idea, but I’ve never done anything like that,” he said, and that was the most honest answer I’d ever gotten from anyone. For that, I held off hitting him again.

“So, tell me why you were a fucking prick to her earlier?” Why I needed these answers, I couldn’t say, but they were important to me.

“I saw the way she looked at you when she walked into the diner. It fucking pissed me off.”

I smiled. “Well, we have that in common then because I noticed the way you watched her, and it fucking pissed me off.”

“I don’t know who you are to her, but I won’t do it again, man. I’ll never go near her, I swear. I can’t even go back to the diner.”

“Are you trying to beg for your life?” I walked over to the wall and picked up the small pile of chain that I’d specially made myself. His eyes went wide as the end unfurled and dropped to the floor, showing off the nine smaller links of chain that forked out with a sharp barb at the tip. Wrapping the end around my hand, I wandered over to Thomas, letting the chain drag behind me. The barbs dug into the wood, scrapping like nails fighting against me.

“It’s a different sensation when you’re caught in the snare, isn’t it? Do you feel it,” I whispered, and goosebumps rose on his skin. “The helplessness, the fear that wants to consume your body and eat your brain from the inside out? You feel it all coursing through your body, knowing that you’re no longer at the top of the food chain.”

Thomas whimpered. “I swear I won’t say anything. I’ll leave the city. No, the state. Just please, man…I don’t want to die. I’m begging you, that’s what you wanted, right? I’ll fucking suck your dick if you want.”

“Well, that certainly took a turn I didn’t see coming, Thomas. But you have it wrong. I never said that you’d beg to live. I said you’d beg for your death.” I flicked my wrist, and the chain coiled at my feet like a snake waiting to strike. Very few men wouldn’t fear their death or pain. That was a breed of men that I rarely saw, but that was not Thomas. I pegged him for the guy who pushed people around his entire life and was able to get away with it because he was the biggest asshole in the room.

“Please, Jesus Christ, please….” I stroked the chain like a pet. “You have a giant cross tattooed on you. Why? Why if you’re just going to kill me?”

I looked down at the cross that started at the base of my neck and stopped just before it dipped into my pants. “Thomas, are you blind? It’s upside down.”

“Why?”

My mouth curved up into a wicked little grin. “Two reasons. The first is simple. If you see me coming for you, you’ll know that it’s the devil nipping at your heels.” Reaching back, I gave the chain a flick, and it grazed down the front of his body, leaving thin scrapes. Thomas’s shriek reverberated off the open water. Blood appeared on his chest, and my nose flared.

“Please…please no.”

“The second reason is that I normally hang my prey upside down, so when I slit their throat, the last thing they see is the symbol of the God it gives them something to pray to. One last chance to get into heaven, or at least hope that’s where they end up.” I rattled the chain again, and Thomas pissed himself, the yellow stream running steadily down his leg. “You’re not so lucky, Thomas. You’re getting the demon tonight.”

“I’ll do anything…please,” Thomas blubbered, but I ignored his pleas. I was sick of hearing his voice. Stepping back closer to the wall, I locked eyes with Thomas so that he saw me for what I really was.

“What do you think, Darlin’? Should we show Thomas a good time?” Swinging my arm back and then forward, the barbed fingers wrapped around Thomas’s body. Lines of skin and flesh were torn away as I yanked the chains back. The blood-curdling scream that filled the boat shed had my cock at full mast. A crimson rain flew in all directions with each strike. I roared like an animal as I fell into the trance of the moment, the pleasure coursing through my veins as more of the hot blood splattered my face and coated my chest. My hand was dripping red while sweat trickled down my back.

Thomas’s wails lessened, and his head slumped as he passed out. I stopped the attack, not wanting to kill him until I was ready. Passing out was too easy. I wanted him to feel every slice. The wounds were excruciating, but none were life-threatening, at least not yet. Not even the gashes along his sides that showed off the bones of his ribcage as they glistened bright white in the dark.

I had to use the smelling salts multiple times, but Thomas finally jerked on the end of my line. “Welcome back. I didn’t want you to miss a moment of this.” I almost felt bad as he began to bawl like a baby. It was just so pathetic. Gripping his chin, I lifted Thomas’s head so he was forced to look at me. “I want you to know that I’m going to jerk off to the sound of you screaming. To the terror-filled wails of your life ending. Every second you give me, I will eat up, enjoying them like they were my last meal instead of yours. Thank you for giving me that. It will be glorious.”

“You’re insane,” Thomas yelled.

“No, that implies I don’t really know what I’m doing, but I do. Oh, I do, and fuck is it good being me.” I grabbed his torso, my fingers sliding into the wounds until I could scrape my nails along his ribs. Thomas screamed and jerked hard on the chain. “Does that tickle?” I chuckled.

“Fuck you!”

My timer went off, and I groaned as I marched over to my phone. Fuck, it was already 1:30. If it weren’t for Alora, I would’ve stayed here until tomorrow night torturing my little worm. But I needed to know if she got back to the homeless shelter in one piece or if she was still at the station. Yanking open the container of sterilizing solution, I dropped my favorite toy inside and sighed that I wasn’t going to get to play with the chain again for some time.

“Unfortunately, Thomas, I need to get going, so we’ll have to hurry this process.”

Thomas laughed, and I cocked a brow at him. “You didn’t get me to beg for death.” He smiled, but I just smiled back.

“There are times you really should keep your mouth shut. This is one of those times,” I said, wiping my hands and the lid off before dropping the rag into the same solution and covering it. “I was tempted to slit your throat and let you have a quick death, but you’ve just proven that you haven’t learned a thing,” I lied smoothly, but it worked as the amusement in Thomas’s eyes faded.

Cracking my neck, I walked over to Thomas. “Fuck you! Bring it! Do it! Hit me!” I shook my head and pulled out the thick zip ties from my back pocket. “What are you doing? Get away from me, man.” Thomas tried, but at the end of the day, he was weak and worn out, and I easily tied his ankles together.

“What are you doing? Tell me!”

Whistling, I walked over to the hoist lever and lifted Thomas until his knees were at eye level with me before I unlocked the brake. Grabbing my blade, I put it between my teeth and pushed Thomas down the length of the track until he was poised over the bright yellow industrial woodchipper that sat at the end of the dock in the boat house.

“What the hell is that?”

Spinning the blade in my fingers, I patted the top of the machine that I’d spent a mint on. “This, Thomas, is where you find your final resting place, but first….” Taking a firm grip on his feet, I poised my knife. “Tell me, do you know the nursery rhyme This Little Piggy ?

“What? What the hell is wrong with you?”

“That’s a big question with too long of an answer for the time I have.” With a quick slice, his baby toe separated from his body. Thomas’s reaction was delayed due to the extreme pain he was already in, but the moment I set his toe on top of the chipper, he screamed. “I’ll help you remember. This little piggy went to market.” I cut the next toe off and placed it beside the first. “This little piggy stayed home.”

“Stop, please stop, please, please, just kill me.”

“Too late for that, Thomas. This little piggy had roast beef.” I placed the third one beside the others. “This little piggy had none.”

Thomas wailed and waved back and forth like that was going to help get him free from my deathly grip. I made sure he was looking down at me as I smirked and cut off his big toe. “This little piggy went…wee, wee, wee, all the way home!” Sitting the last toe on top of the chipper, it looked like his foot was facing him. “If you thought that hurt, then you’re in for a hell of death, Thomas. Please do me a favor and scream as loud as you can. I’ll come faster.”

Grabbing his legs, I put them inside the mouth of the machine. He fought and thrashed back and forth, but he didn’t have enough strength to pull his legs up to his ruined abs. “What do you think an inch a minute,” I asked, but I didn’t expect a response.

Thomas’s terrified shrieks started as soon as the machine fired up, even though I hadn’t started to feed him through yet. He knew it was coming. He stared in at the spinning blade that would easily tear him to shreds like a large animal. Very few had the stomach for the shit I did, but fuck, I loved every second of it. The winch was set for a slow release. Lowering Thomas an inch, he kicked and banged the inside of the machine, sending his toes rolling off the side. I kicked them off the dock into the water.

“Think about it this way, Thomas. You’re doing an environmental service for the alligators in the local area. Meaning that at the end of your useless life, you are good for something, even if that something is food.”

As the first bits of blood and flesh were flung into the water it came alive when the gators and other things took advantage of the free meal. I closed my eyes and soaked in the screams and grinding of metal on bone and let it flow through my veins as I undid my jeans and pulled out my cock. Thomas did not disappoint, and I shivered, stroking myself. I gripped the wall as my legs shook, and the desires in my soul were finally filled after so long.

My hand moved faster and in time to the wails begging to end his life. One face floated behind my closed lids. Alora’s blue eyes stared back at me, and a new urge to claim her and have her scream in my ear played out like a ballet, dancing across the stage of my darkest fantasies.

“Fuck yes,” I yelled as Thomas’s screams reached the crescendo. He would be dead soon. I jerked harder, my balls and abs tightening as I beat my cock like I was punishing it. “Fuck!” The jet of come shot out to join the blood and thrashing tails of the gators fighting for the pieces of Thomas in the water. With each stroke of my shaft, more come found its way out of the tip of my cock as I pictured coating Alora’s pretty face. I wanted it to drip from her chin as she licked it from her lips.

Slumping against the wall, I shook out the last remaining drops as satisfaction filled me and euphoria buzzed under my skin. Stuffing my cock away, I looked over at Thomas. He’d gone quiet, his eyes staring sightlessly up to the night sky. Did he see heaven, or were some of the screams from his soul being ripped from his body and dragged to hell?

Unclipping his hands from the hoist, I turned up the machine to finish the job. I needed to get everything cleaned up and head to the shelter. Seeing Alora after this had put an extra pep in my step.

“Don’t worry, Doll. You’ll scream for me, too.”