Page 57 of Like An Animal

“Okay. Quit the theatrics and let’s get on with this,” Bron mutters, coming between the two of them. “Can we get onto dealing with Isaac before you two kill each other? I’d actually like to spend some time with my daughter today.”

They concede before Nikolai shows us to where he has Isaac. He takes us to one of the little torture rooms and when he pushes the door open, I hear some muffled screams until the light is turned on.

Isaac has his hands tied together with ropes and attached under the table while being bent over it. Duct tape is slapped over his mouth and his eyes bulge when he sees all four of us enter the room.

“Oh, you have him in the right position, too. Perfect,” Bron mutters before she steps forward.

Isaac screams more into the duct tape as she steps forward, spinning the knife in her hand before flipping it open.

She grabs one of his hands and lays it flat on the table before stabbing the knife straight through the center of his palm. Isaac bellows through the tape, his face turning blood red.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt?” Then, she twists the blade and he thrashes in his restraints.

“What’s the matter? You’re a sadist, right?

You should be able to withstand the pain you want to put other people through.

You reap what you sow, motherfucker.” She rips the duct tape off his mouth as she yanks out the blade.

“You dirty slut!” he hisses and I barely manage not to kill him just for those words, but this is her show. She has earned the right to do this more than anyone else.

“Manners, Isaac. Where’s your decorum now?

” She presses the bloody blade against his cheek, a devious smirk across her lips.

“You know you did worse to me than I could ever do to you. I could skin you alive and it wouldn’t equate to everything you took from me.

” She smooths the blade over to his lips before slicing them straight down the middle.

“Fuck!” He turns his face away from her, but she grabs his chin and snaps his head back around to face her.

“I once heard there are people in the world that believe that however you look when you die is how you enter the afterlife. Do you think that’s true?

” she asks before landing another slash across his lips.

“Because, if that’s true, I want you to enter Hell with something that will make it clear to everyone that you murdered Massimo Aronin in cold blood.

I want even the devil to look upon your face and realize that there is no fate worse than the one you will suffer before you are sent to him.

I know exactly how to do it though. Don’t you worry.

You’re going to be famous when you get there. ”

She slashes at his face over and over as he fights, but every time he yanks his face out of her hold, she back hands him across the face before dragging him back to her.

“There. It looks perfect,” she mutters before standing up so we can see her handiwork.

Nikolai probably won’t recognize the design, but I do. She carved Massimo’s face painting from our band onto Isaac’s face and added the word “MURDERER” across his forehead with “PEDOPHILE” cut into his jaw.

Massimo loved the LED purge mask design so much that it was what he chose for his face paint design.

This is truly poetic.

“You psychotic bitch,” Isaac mutters before spitting out a mouthful of blood.

“Does anyone have a lighter?” she asks. “I need to heat up the blade.” Reaching into my pocket, I pull out my Zippo before handing it over to her.

“Thank you.” She holds out the knife while flipping open the lighter.

She runs the flame under the blade as the metal starts to change colors from the heat.

“What are you going to do?” Isaac almost cries from looking at the heated blade, but she just grins.

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I’ll tell you. I’m going to cut out your tongue, but I don’t want you to bleed out just yet so we’re going to cauterize it.” She looks at me with a small smile across her face and she’s never looked as sexy as she does when she’s murderous.

She’s truly vicious and it makes me want to fuck her in his blood.

“Will you help me hold his mouth open?” she asks and she doesn’t need to ask me twice.

“No! Stop!” Isaac thrashes about as I walk over and pry his mouth open. He tries to kick about but it doesn’t do him any favors.

Bron sets down the lighter before she reaches into his mouth, pulling out his tongue.

The smell of burning flesh permeates the air as she slices through his tongue.

He screams while she cuts away. Once she’s done, she drops his tongue on the table in front of him.

He grunts and cries like a little bitch as she leans over the table, not caring if she gets covered in his blood.

“Why the long face? Be glad I didn’t do to you what I did to my father.

Trust me. I split him from…” she points the knife toward his stomach.

“...naval to…” before poking the tip of his nose with the sharp end.

“...nose. It was quite the sight. I think you would’ve appreciated it.

I also turned his cock from an outie to an innie and turned his balls into a nice little bow.

There were a few other things, but I wanted to cause as much pain as possible before I killed him.

The same went for Kathy. However, I don’t think shit like that would work on you.

Your pride is everything, but I do think you need a taste of your own medicine.

” Then, she grabs his hair and slams his face hard into the table, crushing his cheek against the surface.

“We wouldn’t happen to have a shotgun, would we?”

I smirk. I have no clue what she wants a shotgun for, but I’m not about to tell my wife no. If she wants to torture him with it, I’ll give it to her.

I return with the shotgun and hand it over to Bron before taking a step back, letting her do her thing. She carries it as she walks around behind Isaac and he thrashes around.

That’s when it clicks what she plans to do with it and I grin.

There are very few people in the world that I would think deserves something like this… and he’s on that list.

Bron leans the shotgun against the wall before grabbing around Isaac’s waist, working at his pants. He keeps fighting her.

“Come on, Isaac. I heard you were an ass man,” I quip as I lean against the opposite wall and he screams, unable to say any coherent words without his tongue.

“Oh, he is, but only when it's not his ass up for grabs.”

Bron yanks down his pants to his knees before she grabs the shotgun. “What is it you always used to say, Isaac? It will only hurt for a second? Am I getting that right?” Then she wedges the barrel of the gun between his cheeks before using her leg to push it forward.

The scream he lets out has the power to burst eardrums as he fights.

“You can take it. You did worse to me for four fucking years at least once a week. Then, you did it through most of my pregnancy. If I could take it, so can you, asshole.”

Then, she rips it out of his ass before walking around the table, holding the gun with the barrel covered in blood.

Isaac collapses on the table, his mouth wide open as he struggles to catch his breath.

“It’s not so fun when it’s you, is it?” Bron hisses at him before grabbing his hair, lifting his head off the table. “Now, be a good whore and suck it clean.” She does the most shocking thing and shoves the barrel into his open mouth, still covered in his blood and particles of shit.

He gags and tries to pull away, but he can’t. So she lets go of his hair and forces his lips closed around the barrel before dragging his mouth up and down the metal. “We can’t have it getting rusty. Fucking suck it or I’ll shoot it down your throat!”

With shame, disgust, and tears running down his face, he does what she says until she rips it out of his mouth.

“You disgust me, bitch.”

I have the feeling those are some words he used to use on her from the venom in her tone.

Then, she drops the shotgun before turning around. “He’s all yours,” she says, looking right at Nikolai.

He looks impressed and I can’t blame him. I am as well.

“I think you had the right idea,” he says before he picks up the shotgun and walks around the table.

Nikolai shoves the shotgun back up Isaac’s ass, pushing it up even further than Bron got it.

Isaac screams, his eyes tensing and screwing up from the pain, before Nikolai motions for us to move. “Nighty night, Isaac.”

Cheryl, Bron, and I move off to the side and Nikolai pulls the trigger. The bullet travels and blasts through his mouth, leaving a massive hole where his mouth used to be before it lodges into the door.

Ding dong.

The villain is dead.