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Chapter 19

Raven

T he old man lay in the corner where I left him. Thankfully, he was too busy ogling my tits to notice that I was carefully grabbing a fire poker. When he turned around to find a blanket for me, I brought up that piece of wrought iron and swung. It hit the side of his head with enough force to knock him down. He started yelling at me. Something about being just as psycho as I look, and I lost it. I brought down the sharper end of the weapon and drove it straight through his throat until it embedded itself into the floor beneath him.

The sound it made was just as satisfying as I was hoping it would be, and blood quickly filled his mouth, pouring over and down his face onto the hardwood.

“You have no idea just how psycho I can be,” I breathed before yanking it free from him and driving it through his eye socket.

He died the moment it severed his brain, or at least I think he did, and I pulled him over to the corner to hide his body from the windows and door. Don’t need anyone to see it just laying on the floor and rushing in all ready to fuck shit up.

After hiding the old asshat, I head to the kitchen and find some water. I’m still fucking freezing, but my throat is burning from the cold and exertion I’ve put out tonight. It feels like a dream sliding down my throat, easing any discomfort there. Once it’s gone, I look around the space. It’s go time once the boys show up, so I need to get ready for them. I’m honestly shocked with how clean and cozy the place is. I was sure that it would have been disgusting, considering what kind of guy he was.

In the corner near the fireplace, there is a quaint little Christmas tree set up. Lights, ornaments, and candy canes fill the fragrant branches. It’s like the perfect little tree, and no one is left around to enjoy it. The mantel above the fireplace is also lit up with lights and garland. Shit, when I look around the whole space, I see that there are lights everywhere. Bringing Christmas to this fucked up forest.

Taking a peek out the front window, I see a shadow of a figure just on this side of the tree line. I duck behind the curtain and watch as it gets closer and closer, following in my trail through the snow. When it’s close enough, I see the person wearing one of The Hunt masks and know deep down that it's one of the Black brothers.

It’s fucking go time.

I quickly race across the cabin until I’m near the dining area and unravel some of the lights the old man had perched across a bookshelf. I unplug them from the wall and wait next to the door. Thankfully, I’ll be able to sneak attack one of them. If they were both here, I would lose for sure but looks like I have a shot after all.

Thank fuck for that.

Three knocks resound through the space, and I work to get closer to the door. I need to reach the handle to swing it open. I trip on a pair of boots lying there and silently curse myself for not being more careful. Reaching across, I grasp the weathered handle and twist. I let it go and pull back my arm just in time for it to slowly creep open.

“Grandpa?” I hear come from the man I now know is, Malachi.

It takes him a moment before he steps into the space. I watch his dark form fill the doorway, and he looks toward the living space. Once his back is to me, I jump into action. I lasso his neck with the Christmas lights and pull with everything I have, bringing him down to his knees. He tries to turn and see who it is, but I don’t allow him that luxury.

I shove my body into his hard, knocking him onto his chest, and kneel on his back. His arms are reaching back to grasp his attacker, but all he does is give me the perfect opportunity to tie his hands up, too. I wrap the light one more time around his neck to secure it in place, and then I wrap his hands, one by one. Once his hands are bound, I grab the end of the lights and begin wrapping them around his ankles, ultimately creating my version of a Christmas-themed stuck pig.

“Nice of you to join me, Malachi. Sorry about the lights, but I need the upper hand here. Now, if you would be so kind, I need you to cooperate so I can get you settled in on the couch,” I purr out, walking around so he can finally see me.

His eyes are as round as saucers when he takes me in. Shock only registers long enough for him to get the full look at me, and then lust clouds his vision. Disgust fills me when he rolls to his side with a smug look across his face.

“Well, now that you have me how you want me, what do you plan to do?” He questions.

I think long and hard about it because part of me wants to fuck him into submission, and the other part of me wants to just kill him and get it over with because two of these assholes will be hard as fuck to control.

“Well, you know I really wanted to wait for your brother, but I think maybe we’ll just get the show on the road, and he can join in when he gets here,” I ponder aloud as I make my way to the kitchen.

I’ll need a weapon, but I don’t have many places to hide one in the outfit. However, blondie from the mansion/cabin made sure to let me know that braids can be used for a multitude of things and decide what better place to stash a filet knife. I lean against the counter and reach for it behind my back before bringing my hands up to my hair. I fuck around with it for a second and then carefully slide the knife between the folds of hair, hoping that it’ll stay put.

Malachi watches my every move. Well, mostly, his eyes are glued to either my tits or how well he is sure to see my pussy from his angle.

“Why don’t we work on getting you to the couch, as I said, and we can go from there.”

He awkwardly works into a sitting position and worms his way over the three feet to the couch and hoists himself onto the worn cushions. He settles in quickly, giving me a knowing smirk, and waits for me to make another move. Without another word, I stroll over to him and get down on my knees between his semi-sprawled-out legs. I take the end of the lights that are still free and pull an extension cord from next to the couch close enough to plug them in.

Malachi jumps when the lights come to life around him, and I smile in response. Slowly, I reach up and behind me to the knife in my braid and slide it free, bringing it forward and showing it off to him. He stills instantly, blubbering something about how I don’t need to do this.

“What do you mean I don’t need to do this? How else am I going to fuck you with all these clothes on?” I feign innocence.

I don’t need him knowing my true intentions right now, but I do need to hurry. I make quick work of his jacket, shirt, and pants. They are officially in shreds around him, and his dick juts out from his body, ready to go at any point. I take my chance and hop on. No point and letting a good dick go to waste. Even with everything he’s done to me, at least I know it can get me off.

Malachi’s head lolls back onto the top of the couch cushions, and he groans as I take him to the hilt. The feeling of him and his piercings pushing into my pussy, pull a moan from deep within me.

“Fuck, baby girl. That feels so fucking good,” he sputters when I rock my hips against him.

“Will you shut the fuck up? Your voice is killing the mood,” I hiss as I bounce along his length.

Normally, dirty talk would heighten everything, but not this time. No. This time it just eats away at me and reminds me of the night in his club. The night along the highway and how they defiled me in that dirty basement.

My rage builds as the images of my humiliation fly through my mind. The way they put their fists inside of me. Beer bottles. Toys. Their cocks. God knows what else while I was strapped down to that table. Forced to orgasm again and again.

I slam myself onto Malachi’s cock so forcefully we are both bouncing on the cushions beneath us, ultimately fucking up my rhythm completely. Frustration fills me, alongside my rage, and I find myself further from an orgasm than I’ve ever been.

“Fuck this,” I scream at him. “Your dick is fucking useless to me right now.”

I stand from his lap and see anger filling Malachi’s face.

“What do you mean my dick is useless? You sure seemed to be enjoying yourself just a minute ago. Shit, I was almost there!” He growls.

“I don’t give a shit about your release, you sadistic fucking pig.”

Malachi tries to stand from the couch, but I shove him back down. I quickly rush to grab the fire poker that killed his grandpa, and before he can attempt to stand again, I shove it through his chest and into the cushions behind him, embedding it in the wood beyond.

“Oh my fucking god,” he mutters, blood spilling from his mouth.

I can feel my pussy weeping with joy as I watch the blood pour from his wound.

Who knew this would be such a fucking turn-on.

“That’s more like it,” I purr, climbing back onto his lap.

I sink onto his still-hard cock again and ride him like my life depends on it. The blood pools in his lap, and I can hear it squelch every time I slam down on him. The sound is like music to my ears, along with his groans of pleasure mixed with pain.

“Doesn’t that feel so much better?” I coo, encroaching on my release finally.

“Fuck. You,” he spits around shallow breaths. “You’re fucking. Crazy.”

He spits blood onto my chest, spattering me with everything in his mouth. I run my hands through it just as I hit my O. My vision blurs as my whole body lights up from the inside out.

“I knew you had it in you, Malachi. Thank you for the best orgasm of my life. Too bad there’s no time for another,” I breathe, carefully pulling myself from his dick.

At this point, he’s lost most of his blood volume and can’t speak, which is such a fucking shame. I liked it when he was sassy. Hopefully, his brother can handle a little more. I need it to be more interesting with him if I’m going to squeeze in another release tonight.

“Wakey wakey, baby. I want to make sure that not only do you feel this next part but that you see it, too. You see, you humiliated me. Degraded me in ways that no woman ever should be. And you did it for fun. For your satisfaction and pleasure. For that of your brother. You two are fucking sick,” I begin, pacing back and forth in front of him.

His eyes barely trail me, which means I better say what I need to say quickly.

“Then you two have the bright idea to kidnap me. Me! And bring me out here to chase me. To fuck me into the snow against my will before killing me. Leaving me to rot somewhere without a trace. Fuck both of you. Your brother will get his. But as for you, you won’t need this any longer,” I finish.

Grabbing the knife, I tossed aside earlier, I bring it to his now soft, useless dick. Malachi’s eyes widen when he realizes what I have planned and tries to wriggle away to no avail. He tries to talk, but only a minuscule amount of blood trickles out.

“Ope. Looks like it’s time, baby,” I squeal excitedly.

I grab ahold of his dick the best that I can and stretch it out and away from his body. I’ve heard this is much easier when it’s hard, but with the lack of blood in his system, I don’t think that’s going to be possible anymore. I bring down the filet knife and slowly cut away the appendage from his body. Screams leave his throat until he passes out from the pain.

Oh shit. Maybe he’s finally dead.

Finishing up my hack job, I set the knife to the side and check for a pulse. First, I check his neck and can’t find even the faintest of heartbeats. I hold my hand in front of his face next, checking for a breath of any kind. Nothing.

Damn. That was it?