Page 59 of Distorted Obsession (The Distorted Trilogy #1)

thad

“Dude, what the fuck happened to you?” Chad asks as I storm into our dorm.

I don’t spare him a backward glance as I brush past him for my bedroom.

Grabbing my suitcase, I yank open my drawers, tossing everything in it without any care. “I need to get the fuck out of Groveton—no out of Texas—out of the country,” I mutter. If I could leave the planet, I’d be on the next flight to Mars.

It was stupid of me to fucking lay a hand on Eva Pierce, and not because she’s the Jacobi’s and the Bradley’s play toy. No, it’s because she belongs to someone more terrifying than all of them combined.

“What the fuck did you do, Thad?” Brad snarls, bursting into my room, but I ignore him too.

Chad shoves me, and I growl, but he doesn’t let up. “Were you dropped on your head as a baby?”

I move to push him back when Brad shoulder checks me. “Why in the fuck would you touch Eva without permission?”

Springing to my feet, I ignore the pain from my throbbing face and continue to toss any and everything possible into my bag.

“Answer the goddamn question, Thad. Your stupidity screwed us all,” Chad hisses. “You stupid, selfish prick. Was it worth it?”

The rancor in his tone leaves no room to miss his disdain for my actions, but fuck him…

fuck them both… fuck every goddamn person who caused Candace’s death.

She was supposed to be mine and that twisted fuck took her from me.

And for what? Some depressed bitch who can’t see past her melancholic storm to realize she’s being used.

Eva Fucking Pierce deserves what she got. I’m just pissed I didn’t get to rail her until she bled out. I groan at how fucking tight she was around just my fingers.

Chuckling, I reply. “That pussy is so good that it’s almost worth the death I’m courting.”

It’s a stupid thing to say. Especially when I know they’re listening, but it’s the truth. If that bitch Mason hadn’t interrupted me, I could’ve made my imminent demise worth it.

They both guffaw, their disappointing, judgmental glares try to immobilize me, but there’s no time for their bullshit.

“You’re a dumb motherfucker, you know that?” Brad laments.

Thank you, Captain Obvious!

“I don’t have time for any of this. I need to get the fuck out of here,” I shout, zipping my bag without any care for whatever clothes are not fully packed inside.

“You won’t escape this,” Chad states. “You won’t make it to the Groveton town line.”

I’m not an idiot, I know I’m a dead man walking. My time on this earth is ticking down to zero. None of that means I have to wait for the reaper to come get me.

With my suitcase in hand, I exit my bedroom.

“If you own your fuck up, you may have a chance,” Brad offers, alerting me they are following close behind.

Pausing at the entryway, I snort and turn to face them. “If you two want to live, I suggest you follow suit,” I warn, but the look of disbelief in their eyes tells me they don’t think they’re in any real danger.

Their wildly different reaction causes the hair on my nape to rise.

Shaking off the stirring in my gut, I give them my back and turn the door knob. If they want to stay here and die, that’s on them.

I only make it a few steps when I’m cracked in the back of my head, and everything goes black.

Fuck my head hurts .

As I open my bleary eyes, I try to remember why every part of me feels like someone beat me with a sledgehammer.

“Nice of you to finally join us.”

I freeze, recognizing the voice instantly. My eyes snap open, and I take in my surroundings.

The familiar, dank, rundown warehouse comes into focus. Plastic covers the walls and the floor of the room where Chad, Brad, and I used to have our fun.

“No… no… no,” I mutter, my gaze flitting about the room before it lands on my best friends.

I try to lunge forward, but meet resistance. “What the fuck?” I snarl as I take in the heavy-duty stainless steel wrist cuffs. I can’t see my feet, but I already know they’re bound. And by the stiffness of my dick freely bobbing, I know I’m no longer wearing any clothes.

They put me on the goddamn St. Andrew’s cross . Naked.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk. Is that any way to treat Judas and Brutus? Oh look, they still rhyme,” they mock, pulling my attention from where Chad and Brad are standing. “Honestly, I don’t know if your parents all sat down and decided to name you three stooges.”

“Why am I here?” I demand, and the asshat ruling our very existence chuckles.

Uncrossing their legs, the asshole stands, adjusting the enamel pin on their suits before crossing the room.

They move so quickly, I don’t have time to brace myself before I’m slapped across the face with such velocity that my head snaps to the left.

The copper tang of blood coats my tongue, but I don’t dare spit it out.

“Use that pea-sized brain of yours for once,” they snap.

Swallowing, I search for clarity. I shouldn’t be up?—

Before I can finish that thought, memories assault me.

Candace’s death.

My rage once I found out the chick of my dreams had the virginity that was mine to take stolen from me before she was ruthlessly killed by the fucker sneering before me.

This can’t be the reason I’m strung up like an offering.

“Think harder,” they command.

I begin to arch a brow before I think better of it. Instead, I push myself to remember more.

Eva…

My pupils dilate, my eyes nearly bulging out of my head.

Eva…

Me following her.

Me waiting until she would be alone.

Me attacking her.

I can feel my cock pulsate at the memory of my fingers inside of her, pumping—preparing her to be split open by my big fat dick.

“Shit… fuck,” I shout, remembering how Mason stopped me and then I tucked my tail between my legs to run. But I didn’t make it out of my dorm. “You,” I point to the assholes that sold me out. “Both of you. How could you betray me?”

Laughing, Brad replies, “It was you or us. The decision wasn’t a hard one to make.”

“ You fucked up and there’s no way we are going down with you,” Chad adds.

“As touching as this all is, the end of your bromance is not the pressing issue.”

That statement silences us, forcing our attention back to the harbinger of death.

I watch as they stroll over to the table full of various sex toys. Each of which has been modified to bring the pain we want. I have to fight my urge to beg when I see the cock ring is snatched up.

“Since you don’t know how to keep your hands, mouth, and you disgusting dick off what’s mine, I figured I’d have them,” they point to Chad and Brad, “teach you the lesson even fucking preschoolers can comprehend.”

I watch as familiar devices we used to torture people are gathered. A boxcutter, a pair of pliers, a modified cock ring, and a modified cigar cutter are the next things grabbed, and I know my death is going to be far worse than the quick end Candace got.

“Usually, I’d take the pleasure of ending your disgusting existence, but I can’t fuck up my plan for these two after they deal with you,” the fucker singsongs, handing the pliers and boxcutter to Chad and the cock ring and cigar cutter to Brad.

They both waste no time, stalking over to me.

“Guys, please,” I beg, knowing no amount of pleas will change my fate. I played Russian roulette and lost.

“Open your mouth,” Chad demands, and I shake my head, locking my jaw to prevent them from what I know is to come.

This only serves to piss off the asshole. “You may want to do this the easy way, Thad. Choosing the blue pill is better than the alternative. Ignorance is bliss, as they say.”

I take the suggestion for what it is— a warning .

Gritting my teeth, I battle the rebellious need to disobey. But I’m already trussed up. It’s hard to be stubborn when you’re at their mercy.

“Open the fuck up, Thad, or next you’ll have no teeth,” Chad snaps.

My nostrils flare. “Fuck you, you fucking pussy. Taking orders like a good little bitch.”

“I never understood why one uses the word pussy to describe someone as weak. Especially considering all a pussy goes through,” they retort. “Now open up like a good boy for Chad.”

That’s my final warning. Noncompliance at this juncture would lead to a more miserable end. Accepting my fate, I open my mouth, and Chad clamps the pliers onto my tongue, yanking on it until I let out a blood-curdling scream.

“Wait,” the asshole orders. “I’ve decided we should start with the cock ring.”

My gaze connects with the crazed eyes of the person across the room, looking on in glee.

I’m so distracted by the mania in their glare that I didn’t see Brad move.

It’s not until his hand wraps around my dick that my attention snaps down.

He begins pumping until the fear that killed my boner is lost in the haze of his pace. I can feel pre-cum leak from the head.

A garbled moan escapes, and I desperately want to throw my head back, but the groan quickly morphs into a shrill cry when the jagged, sharp nails on the inside of the cock ring shred my shaft.

My choked pleas are ignored when Brad stands and shoves my right index finger, the one I forced into Eva, into the cigar cutter. There’s no pause as the blade cuts through my flesh like butter.

I don’t know what comes next because I feel myself losing consciousness.

chad

I swallow the bile in my throat. Normally, this would give me so much pleasure, but watching my childhood best friend lose all the limbs and appendages that touched Eva Pierce only makes my stomach churn.

Everything moves at lightning speed from there. I slice off Thad’s tongue as Brad finishes cutting off his fingers. Without a moment of hesitation, Brad jerks the cock ring until the flesh of Thad’s mangled dick hangs on by a thread but it falls in pieces onto the floor..

“Check his pulse.” The instructions are given without room for negotiations.

Lifting my fingers, I place them and search for the pulse I know I won’t find. Thad died before Brad finished cutting off his pinky. I don’t know if it was from shock or if he bled out, but no life force can be found.

“He’s gone,” I mutter.

“Perfect. The world won’t miss the vermin.

You both did society a favor,” they state, leaning against the table before they continue.

They rub their chin, ruminating as if they’re trying to solve an astrophysics problem.

“I think—no not think. I want you to write ‘you’re welcome’ on the wall behind him with his blood.

You can even use the scraps of his dick like a paint brush. ”

Horror etches itself on my face—my eyebrows shooting up and my mouth gaping open.

My reaction only seems to enlighten him. “Why so shocked, boys? Isn’t this where you take your victims? This punishment pales in comparison to your handywork.”

Brad squeaks, and I glance at him out of the corner of my eye. He’s pale as a ghost, but it’s too late to be scared. Instead, I pick up whatever’s left of Thad’s dick and begin to write, as instructed.

Clapping their hands, they state, “Perfect, now remember what to do when they arrive. You hide until they’re satisfied. Once they leave, what are you supposed to do?”

Brad answers, “Call the cops and turn ourselves in.”

They nod. “And what will you say?”

“That Thad raped and killed Candace, then we lost it and tortured him to death.”

They hum their approval, striding over to Brad and patting his cheek. “Good boy.” Then they’re before me, their eyes narrowing to slits, the joy that was once there turns sinister. “And what will happen if you stray from this story or try to recant ten years from now?”

Gulping, I reply, “You’ll kill every member of our family, close and far, until they’re wiped from existence before coming for us.”

That threat was made perfectly clear. Brad and I knew our orders before Thad crossed the threshold.

“Excellent. Glad you’re smarter than the idiot you called your brother was.” They step back, turning to leave, but before they take a step, they ask, “What is the moral of today’s lesson, boys?”

“Eva Pierce belongs to you and anyone who touches her will meet a disastrous end,” Brad and I say in unison.

Satisfied with our answer, they stride from the room, leaving us without even a backward glance.

It’s not long before footsteps echo. Brad and I slip into our hiding spots, and we watch as not only the Jacobis and Bradleys step inside, but the fucking Heirs of Edgewood enter.

“Dammit, someone got to the fucker before we could,” Cooper snarls, examining Thad’s limp body.

Liam walks around the cross, stopping in front of Thad. “At least whoever did this understood the fucking assignment.”

“Person after my own heart. They even said you’re welcome,” Owen exclaims.

“They didn’t go far enough. Not after his vile thoughts about my sister and what the fuck he just did to Eva,” Colter growls, raising a machete and slamming it into Thad’s neck. He doesn’t stop swinging until Thad’s head hits the floor with a thud. “Now it’s done.”

Mason looks pleased with Colter’s work, and I’m looking at the Bradley twins in a very different light. I know Colter and Cooper Jacobi are ruthless, but I didn’t think the Bradley twins had it in them.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here before someone comes snooping,” Lev suggests. “We can discuss who we think did this in a safe space.”

Colter drops the blade next to the severed head of my best friend before they all turn to leave.

Once we’re sure they’re gone, Brad and I step out. “You call them,” Brad states. I open my mouth to argue, but the despondent look on his face changes my mind.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I dial.

“911, what’s your emergency?”

Huffing, I say, “I’d like to report three murders.”