Page 182 of Retribution

“I can make this all go away,” I lie, smiling as I move so she can see me. The twatmuffin is crying, blood flowing from her mouth as her gums bleed from where they’re torn from having teeth ripped out by the root. “At the very least, I can get you a break while I ask you a few questions.”

Catching on immediately, Adira lifts her hands. She put gloves on as soon as she saw things were going to get bloody, following Wren’s lead.

“The building we were at, that’s not in your name, is it?” I ask, not wanting to talk about Avery. Ophelia may have protective instincts that I don’t want to tap into until needed.

“No,” she gasps. “They’re all in a code name so that no one could find us.”

“What is that name?” Quinn asks, glancing at me for permission before pointing at my bag. Nodding that she can open it, I watch as she finds the spiked bat, eagerly lifting it to test out its weight.

We all ignore Ophelia’s noises as she watches Quinn play with the shiny new toys.

“You have to promise to leave my daughter alone,” she whines. “She’s innocent in this!”

It’s hard for the four of us not to roll our eyes. Her daughter doesn’t have all her marbles.

“That all depends on how you answer our questions,” I shrug. “Adira has made great progress in making Kane a skin suit. Would you like us to invite him into the room?”

The ways her eyes widen makes me grin evilly. Yahtzee. I got you bitch. I will play into her fears without losing an ounce of sleep.

Adira breathes in sharply as if she’s about to yell his name, and Ophelia shakes her head wildly.

“No! God, don’t let that animal anywhere fucking near me. It’s bad enough that his father would rape me whenever he could. You don’t fucking know how bad it was,” she whines.

I’m unsurprised that Rock would hurt the mother of his child. He didn’t ever seem to be the sentimental type.

“We’re waiting,” Adira says instead of yelling for Kane.

“The property is under ROA Pharmaceuticals,” Ophelia says. “It’s a nod to Avery, her parents, and the drugs that I create. Happy now?”

“Not even close,” I growl. “Have you sold any of your drug stash recently?”

“How do you think I get by between auctions?” she scoffs. “As soon as I figured out that the bond breaking drug worked, I started locating buyers. Avery was in charge of getting it into people’s hands, but I’m not sure if that happened since things got busy.”

That’s one way to describe the stripping of my bodily autonomy. I spend the next hour pulling information from her, liberally using the rack to stretch her body out even further. Her ankles break first, then her muscles begin to tear, and when she finally passes out, I let Quinn beat the fuck out of Ophelia with her spiked bat.

The blood is really beginning to fly, which is my favorite part.

I doubt we’ll get any more information at this point. Information starts to get unreliable once people know they’re going to die either way. Pulling out my phone, I find a playlist that’s full of Angelic Demons’ songs.

Adira nods at my choice of music as it begins to pump through the room, and Wren takes her first full breath since entering.

“Does anyone object to me having a little fun?” I ask, grinning as I crank up the music and take the bloody spiked bat from Quinn.

The omegas shake their heads, already tired from their own slices of revenge.

“My turn,” I smile.

Ophelia gazes at my face and begins to hyperventilate. She knows this isn’t going to be fun for her. I’m tired of her voice, so I find the gag Kane altered to have spikes come out of once it’s fitted to Ophelia’s face.

I’m glad we went through everything in the bag earlier because there is a very specific button that needs to be pushed for the gag to work. Otherwise, it’s like any other gag.

Unfortunately, I’ve worn enough of these over the years to know how uncomfortable they can be. My fingers dig into her jaw to force her to open her mouth, not saying anything as I shove the gag inside and secure the strap around the back of her head. Picking up the scissors, I cut her panties off and that’s when the bitch begins to piss herself.

Jumping away, I sigh as she adds to the mess on the ground.

“I got it,” Adira yells loudly over the music, walking over to the hose that’s attached to the facet on the utility sink.

She turns on the water, then returns holding the sprayer. Moving away, I give her a thumbs up to start cleaning up the mess. I’m close enough to be able to hear her begin humming the “Clean up” song from a certain purple dragon, and wonder ifKane has gotten into watching old kids shows in deference to the baby arriving soon.