Page 107 of Hell Hath No Fury

“What does it do?” I ask with genuine interest.

“We put oil in the ball and heat it. I think you can imagine what happens next. Be careful of his eyes, though. It can kill if you drop the boiling liquid directly onto them and it gets into the brain. Best to stick to the abdomen.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Iron, Heat, can you strap him to the rack, please. Might as well have a little fun of my own while we’re at it,” Cain says with a laugh.

Heat raises an eyebrow at Caim. “You know that neither of you can kill him?”

“I don’t plan on it,” Caim replies. “That’s Gunner’s job. I’m just giving Layla a demonstration.”

“Okay.” Heat nods.

Heat hauls Snake to his feet. Snake is the only name I’ll use for him from now on. I gag at the thought of him being my daddy. Caim looks my way to check I’m okay.

“Yes,” I reassure him.

He smiles and starts to fill the ball with oil. He ignites one of the rings on the stove, and holding the device by its handle, he places the ball over the flickering flame.

"You can’t do this to me, Layla," Snake calls out.

I spin around to look at him as Heat and Iron finish tying him to the rack.

“Why?” I ask him as a mask slips into place, obscuring the small piece of humanity that’s started to creep back into my soul since I learned about who I really am. “You never showed me any mercy.”

I take the torture weapon from Caim, and being careful not to drop any of the oil on my bare feet, I make my way over to the man who destroyed ten years of my life.

I'm dressed in only a t-shirt. It’s not the same one Caim initially gave me, but I know it's also his. I can smell him on it. Iron pulls Snake's t-shirt up, and I hold the ball device above his pale flesh. He tries to move his already bruised torso in an attempt to escape the inevitable. I press a button on the handle and the oil starts to drip onto his stomach. His flesh sizzles as I wave the device over his abdomen. I can tell Snake is trying his hardest not to scream out. By the look of his damaged skin, he must be in agony.

I push the button on the handle down farther, and the oil comes out faster. Snake still has his jeans on, but it doesn't stop me from holding the device over his groin. The pain won’t be as severe as if he were naked, but I know it will still scald his precious manhood. The vile thing that’s defiled me repeatedly. As I watch the oil flow, I let out a long squeal of delight that sounds eerie in the dark room.

Caim comes up behind me and reaches over to take the device away. He brings his lips close to my ear, and the hairs on the back of my neck stand up at his proximity. I shouldn’t be feeling this way about a stranger. I shouldn’t desire him, but I do. Itmust be the darkness in me sensing his darkness and wanting to come out to play.

"Go choose something else," he whispers and throws the oil apparatus into the sink.

Now, in some kind of daydream, I glide back to the table and pick up a pear-shaped object. Iron and Heat both laugh out loud, and I frown at them.

"As long as it's going in his mouth, darling. I've got no desire to be putting it in the other place it's intended for," Caim chuckles.

I look down at the device again. It's metal, and I see it expands. I clench my butt cheeks tightly together when I realize the other place it’s supposed to go. I quickly put it back on the table. As much as I want Snake to suffer, I'm not going there, either.Yuck!

I rub my hands together, trying to remove imaginary germs from them.

“It’s okay, we sterilize everything after it’s used. Caim is particular about it.” Heat hands me a pair of shears. They look like a crocodile’s mouth with lots of sharp teeth.

“You’re predictable, Heat.” Caim moves behind me and laughs.

He extracts the device from my hands, and walking over to the gas stove again, he puts it into the flames. I watch him with my head cocked to the side. I’m increasingly feeling more in a dream state the longer I remain in this room. Caim turns the flame off and offers me the device, keeping the heated end away from me. Iron grabs Snake’s arm, and releasing it from the rope restraining it to the rack, he lifts it up.

"Run it down his arm."

I take the shears and do as I’m instructed. Snakes skin bubbles and peels under the crocodile's teeth. I'm literally scraping the flesh from his muscles. The tattoos on his armsare destroyed by my act of retribution. The noise he makes is almost inhuman—it shoots through me like a bolt of lightning shattering the trunk of an ancient tree. It's a beautiful sound. It's the sound of justice.

My breath quickens, my heart beats rapidly, and then, I feel it—the throb of my clit humming between my legs.Fuck, I need…something!

Caim wraps his hand around my waist and pulls me to him. I feel his erection, instantly. He’s just as turned on as me.

I look up at Heat and Iron.