Page 37 of Knot So Damaged

“Why the fuck are you doing this to me? I’m innocent!”

I feel my face redden in anger. It feels as though my body boils as I stare down the whimpering man. He looks fucking pathetic trembling under my gaze.

“Innocent? Do you think it is innocent to follow a young woman on her way home from work? Do you think an innocent man would pull a fucking knife and hurt someone?”

I chuckle as I step toward him.

“No,segaiolo.There is nothing innocent about you.”

He continues to try and plead his case but there is no point. Nothing he says holds any kind of merit anyway. I know what his intentions were and that's enough for me.

I pick up a set of spiked knuckle dusters that I have altered to be a little more … lethal. I turn as I fix them on my fingers.

The guy's face pales as he whimpers. A wet spot darkens the front of his jeans and I sneer at him. Typical that he pissed himself.

He is fucking weak Alpha. He was brave when he thought he had my girl on her own and vulnerable, yet faced in front of a real threat, he cowers.

I don’t bother wasting a single second of my breath again on him. There is no point. He will die no matter what he or I say.

The first hit of the sharp metal on flesh has satisfaction thumping through my body. Blood splatters across the room, some dots of crimson splatter my suit jacket.

I cringe as I look down at the mess he has made on me.

He will pay for that too.

I get lost in my anger as I rain down hit after hit on his body.

By the time I am done, I am panting and exhausted but am still not completely satisfied. Even in his current state, which is far from pretty—his face now completely unrecognizable—it still hasn’t satisfied the beast inside of me.

Discarding the knuckle dusters, I pick up the pliers. He groans as I lift his hand, his head rolling to the side. His eyes are mostly bloody and closed over, the swelling blinding him.

The sound of his nail being ripped from his nail bed would curl the most sensitive of stomachs.

Yet, I just get sick pleasure out of it.

His cries of pain are like a sweet symphony to my ears.

Once each digit's nail beds are exposed and bleeding, his cries turned into moans of pain, I become bored.

Simply beating the man and ripping off his nails doesn’t feel like enough.

The door to the torture room slams open and the face of Olis and Cal greet me. Cal’s eyebrows raise as he looks between me and the Alpha.

He snorts as both of my pack brothers move further into the room.

“What’d he do?”

Standing to full height, I throw the pliers I was using at the Alpha’s feet. Blood splatters but I don’t flinch. I am already a mess.

“Followed our girl home tonight. Thistesta di minchiathought he could jump out behind our girl with a knife.”

I don’t have to say anything more. Cal and Olis already knew where it was going.

Anger overcomes both of their faces and I watch as their bodies tense. Olis’ fists clench beside him as he takes a step towards the range of implements on the table. There isn’t a second of hesitation when he picks up the blowtorch.

The flame explodes out from the nozzle before colliding with the broken flesh of the hanging man.

His screams are ear-piercing.