Page 30 of Like An Animal
THE SHADOW
A fter five years of only having my hand to satisfy me, being joined with my woman nearly sent me into a comatosed state. She may not have been faithful to me, but I sure as fuck was to her, even after I found out she got married and had a kid with someone else.
She’s the only one I’ve ever wanted and that has never waned.
However, her punishment hasn’t started yet and I plan to make it last forever.
Keeping her on her back, lying on top of her bound wrists, I order her to keep her legs spread wide so not only me but her husband can also see my come slowly leaking out of her cunt.
Then I shoved her panties in her mouth so all she can do is watch what happens to anyone who touches her.
She didn’t know before what I would do to someone for her, but she’s about to see how bad it will get, even worse than what she has already seen me do.
She grunts behind her gag but doesn’t try to push it out. Good girl.
Her piece of shit husband cries on the floor, trying to pull himself across the floor with his good hand, but I don’t pay him any mind as I go to the kitchen.
He won’t get far. It’s a long way to the front door. Plus, he’s been in and out of consciousness this whole time, probably from all the blood loss.
Walking into the kitchen, I grab the bowl where I put all the blood and flesh from gutting the inside of his worthless dick before dumping it into the blender on the kitchen counter. I press the button to turn it on. I let it run for a bit before I shut it off.
I take a moment to cook it all in the skillet on the stove and though the smell is absolutely foul, I manage it. This is going to burn like a bitch and make it impossible for the man to get in a breath.
I’ll have to work quickly.
My phone dings in my pocket, which is either my grandfather trying to get in contact again or Xavi trying to get me to hurry up.
Nah. I’m going to take my time with this fucker. He can handle a sleeping child and weird dog for a bit longer.
After putting the steaming meat back into the bowl, I carry it out to the living room and set it on the coffee table before walking over to the idiot who thought he could literally crawl his way out of this.
He made a good bit of distance when you take into account his injuries, but he wasn’t fast enough.
He made it just past the living room. I grab him by his expensive loafers and drag him back.
“Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me go!” he cries as I drop him back in his puddle of blood.
I make my way back to the kitchen, dig for a funnel, before going back to her husband.
Bronwyn hasn’t moved from her spot, but she looks rather bored. I swear if her panties weren’t in her mouth, she would be yawning.
She won’t be bored for much longer.
I kick her husband until he falls on his back, crying like a little bitch.
“Please. Just let me go. I’ll do anything. I’ll pay you.”
Then from behind me, I hear Bronwyn spit out her underwear and laugh her head off.
“Are you really that thick, Kyle? How are you going to pay him off with money that technically belongs to him?”
I mean, she’s not wrong. I was the beneficiary and she was the secondary. The insurance companies just skipped me on the payout since I was arrested. I was supposed to receive everything in the event of David and Kathy’s deaths.
I followed the money trail. Bronwyn’s aunt sold the house and everything in it before depositing it all into the same account all of their household bills come out of. Even the insurance payout went into the same account.
I never cared for the money though. I have ten times that amount in my bank account right now.
“Wha-what?” Her husband’s eyes go wide and his face pales.
“Yeah,” she mutters. “The same money you just tried to kill me over. It’s his.”
She could’ve gone into an in-depth explanation, but she doesn’t.
Instead, she goes quiet and I watch the sheer terror on his face as he realizes that there’s nothing he can bargain with.
That money has already been syphoned out of their account and deposited into a new account for Bronwyn–one only I have access to currently.
I’ll give it back to her when she’s earned it.
I have no interest in that money. I never did. I washed my hands a long time ago of Kathy and David. They got what they deserved.
She wanted it so bad. I won’t keep it from her forever.
The only reason I removed that money from the account was to stop her from getting too far away. She would be shit out of luck if she tried to run.
Grabbing both the funnel and the bowl, I take a seat on top of his chest before shoving the funnel into his mouth as far back as I can. The fucker gags and fights, especially when he sees the bowl steaming in my other hand.
“Let me know how your dick tastes,” I growl before dumping it down the funnel.
He thrashes, trying to escape me and the funnel of death, but I just jam it in harder.
His eyes strain along with the muscles in his face.
He tries like hell to scratch me with his good hand, but my clothes are thick enough.
Plus, I’ve conditioned myself to withstand any physical pain.
As soon as it all goes down the funnel, I toss it to the side before taking his already damaged hand in mine. I grab the knife off the floor and start cutting away at the flesh.
The man gags and tries to spit it out, but the burns from the cooked dick meat make it impossible to control the muscles in his mouth.
I cut again and again, pulling out each individual bone until all that’s left of his hand is a mess of flabby, bloody tissue.
I smirk as I look up at his face and watch as the light leaves his eyes. The muscles in his face relax and the joy that fills me is unlike any I have felt in a long time.
I am a creature of habit so instead of grabbing my woman and running out of here, I go back to the kitchen and grab a jar of pickles from the fridge, dump the contents in the sink, and return to my victim.
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my handy dandy enucleation spoon before digging out each of his eyes. I put them in the jar before sealing it. I’ll put them in a proper jar when I get back home, but for now, this will do.