Page 40 of Sadistic Obsession (Rise of Phoenyxx #1)

G host

I need an outlet for this rage, this utter helplessness. I need to gut someone, piece by piece. I usually manage to stuff my violent thoughts down, but with Malishka missing, I don’t know if I can contain it.

I'm standing in the forest, within sight of the second courtyard. I've been trailing the little goth group ever since they hurt Malishka. I overheard them just a while ago, talking shit. The boys saying they’re going to follow-through with what they started and rape MY girl. Not. Happening.

So, I’m waiting for them to show up. They usually walk through here this time every day. I pull out my phone, shooting Purge a text.

Me: I’m in the forest, in my watching spot. The goths are coming through, and I want to teach them a lesson. Join me?

Purge: Oh, HELL yes, brother! I need to Rage Out, anyway.

Me: Good. Meet me here, now.

Purge: OMW. You okay, though?

Me: No.

I exit the app, shoving my phone back in my pants pocket. I'm scoping out the courtyard, seeing the fuckers coming out of the admin building. I clench my fists, feeling that rush of blood through my system. I am not in control. I must feed the beast...

“I’m here, brother,” Purge whispers, coming up next to me. “What’s the plan?”

“I’m grabbing one, you grab the other two. Leave the girl—for now.”

We wait while they stroll this way. There are not many other students around, thankfully.

I wait until they are right by us, skimming the tree line.

I step out, grabbing the nearest one by his blazer, pulling him into the trees.

“The fuck?” he yells, but I clap my hand over his mouth.

It's the one we call Curly, the worst one.

I hear the rustling of a scuffle, hearing Purge grunt as he heaves the other two into the trees. I hear the girl call out, “Hey Assholes!”

I whirl around, lunging out to grab her by the throat. “Keep your mouth shut. Or else...you understand?” I squeeze, cutting off her air. She nods frantically, so I shove her away. She takes off back in the other direction, head down. I turn back into the trees.

Purge has a large knife out, threatening them to move deeper into the forest. I march after them, helping push them towards Purge’s Rage Out spot.

We shove them against the trees, Purge arm-barring them.

I step forward, slowly taking out my own blade—which I normally use for cutting myself—but this time, it’ll sing with someone else’s blood.

Purge steps to the side as I come forward. I grab Curly, snarling in his face. “You DARED to hurt my girl? Property of THE SADISTIC SIX?” I reach out with my blade, dragging the razor-sharp tip down the center of his body, slicing clothes away as I go.

“Come on, man, it’s just pussy,” he stammers.

“JUST PUSSY?” I thunder, feeling my restraints falling away. I wrap my hand around his hair, dragging his head back. “On your knees!”

He reluctantly hits his knees, begging. “Please, man...I’ll stay away...”

“Let him go fuckface!” The Larry one shouts.

Purge whips around, driving him to his knees in a blink.

We look at Moe, who slams down to his knees without a word.

Purge looks to me for what’s next. “RAGE Out, brother...” I whisper.

He gets a glint in his eye, bringing his knife around, slicing and cutting Larry, then Moe.

They beg and simper, but I tune it out. All of my focus goes to Curly.

My demon unfurls its wings, and I just.. .let go.

I kneel down in front of him, grinning maniacally as I slice a long, diagonal cut into his abdomen.

He cries and begs, but it just spurs me on.

I circle his nipple, slicing down quickly.

It falls to the ground as he screams. I make quick work of the other one, loving the blood pouring down his chest.

I utter no words as I push him backwards onto his back, reach into his pants, and grab his teeny dick and balls.

I hum under my breath as I slowly and surgically cut through the cartilage in his semi-erect penis.

The sick fuck got hard in my hand. I use my other arm to put more pressure on the blade, sawing and slicing until it drops on the ground, like a tiny, bloody fish.

He screams himself hoarse as blood spurts from the jagged hole where his dick was attached.

I grab his tattered shirt off the ground where it fell, balling it up, and put pressure on the wound. I don’t want him to bleed out yet.

I twist his balls, slicing the skin open over each of them. I take great joy in popping out each testicle, rolling them on the ground, like toys. He starts to pass out, but I slap him awake. I am SO not done!

“Doing okay, brother?” a panting Purge calls out. “Need help? These two are down for the count.” I don’t look his way, focused only on the prey in front of me. “Not yet.”

I force the piece of shit to stand, backing him against the tree.

I pull his arms up, using the balled-up shirt to tie his arms behind the tree.

He's so out of it, he doesn’t fight. “You ready to die?” I say in a guttural, low voice.

His eyes widen, tears rolling down his face.

I reach up and force his mouth open, slice off his tongue, and drop it to the ground.

I rest my knife at his collarbone, then glide it downwards to his pelvis.

I twist the blade, stabbing him deep. His skin parts beautifully, like the pages of a book.

I put the knife between my teeth, using both hands to grab each side of the parted skin, and I pull, HARD.

A ripping sound rings through the clearing as I rip him open.

I smile gruesomely as I reach inside with my blade, unraveling his intestines.

I do this carefully to ensure he’s still alive- and aware.

He watches helplessly as I unroll enough of his insides to pick up.

I loop them around my fists a couple of times, raising my arms up, and wrap them around his neck.

With a smirk, I cross my arms, pulling hard.

He starts to choke for air, turning white, then blue.

I just pull harder until he stops flailing, his limbs dropping lifelessly.

“Damn brother!” Purge whistles as he walks towards me. “This is...”

“A masterpiece,” I whisper. Dropping the guts to the ground, I finally turn to see what Purge did with the other two. They're both dead as fuck, with slit throats, and so many stab wounds, I could never count.

I cut my eyes to Purge and catch his pale face. I can tell he’s forcing vomit back. Good. I made even Purge sick with my savagery.

He gently claps my shoulder. “We need clean-up for this. I'll text the others to come help. You go shower and stay out of sight. I got your six, brother.”

I give him a wisp of a smile, nodding. I stick to the tree line until I'm in front of the boys’ dorm.

I wait until there’s no one in view, and I dart inside.

Looking both ways, I gun for the apartment, shoving my way inside once the door opens.

I strip off my bloody clothes, dropping them into a garbage bag for the guys to burn for me.

I go and shower quickly, mesmerized by the blood racing towards the drain.

In a blink, the demon leaves me, and I drop to the floor, my shoulders heaving. I rock my shaky body back and forth, keening, “Malishka...”

Trikk

My jaw drops when I see the absolute carnage that Ghost and Purge left behind for us to clean up. All I see is blood and bodies from here. I force my feet forward to get closer, to assess the situation.

“Bro,” I whisper to Frost and Razor. The first thing I notice is that it’s the three goth kids who tormented Bambi. Good. Fuckers.

My face pales when I see the disemboweled one—hung with his own intestines. Vomit races up my throat, and I turn to the side, heaving up my last meal. “Did GHOST do this one?”

Frost steels his jaw. “Yes, from what Purge told me. I'm...baffled, as well.”

I have NEVER seen anything like this, but ESPECIALLY from Ghost.

“I know he’s macabre, but to this extent?” Razor questions. “He’s come undone.”

“Yes, and we have to reel his demons back in,” Frost adds.

“No shit,” I answer back. Looking to the side, I see the other two. Multiple stab wounds, and they were beat to fuck. Purge's Raging; this is what I expected.

“So, what are we doing with them?” I ask Frost.

“The only credible options are to chop them up and bury them or burn them. Burning could be smelled, even from the middle of the forest. Burying them also has its risks.”

Razor laughs. “You know I have chemicals, right? We can dissolve their asses, and poof—gone.”

“The fumes could be an issue also. BUT... If you think you can pull it off, that’s the option we should go with. We'll have to drag the bodies to the middle of the forest, far away from anyone who could see or smell.”

“Cool, cool. I'll go grab everything. I need another pair of hands, though. It's a lot to carry.”

“What all do you have?” I ask.

“Well, large buckets, an ass-ton of bleach, hydrochloric acid, lye, gloves, goggles, plastic tarps, hazmat-type suits...”

I gape at him. “Holy fuck, bro!” I look at the bodies again. “I’ll go with you.” I can’t stare too much longer, I'm still nauseous.

He nods, motioning for me to go with him. We move quickly back to the dorm.

Phoenyxx

“Wh...where are we?” My teeth chatter in the achingly cold room they put us in. “Synn?” I turn my head, seeing nothing but equipment sitting around. No beds, no bathroom. I groan as I realize the IVs are back, as is a catheter. This is NOT a hospital room!

“Baby girl?” Synn groans out, and I heave a sigh of relief. My back is killing me; it seems we’re lying on cold, hard metal. Not even a pillow.

“We’re on operating tables!” Synn grits out, as my heart threatens to stutter out of my chest.

“What?” I squeak out. “What the fuck is happening? I'm scared, Synn. More scared than I am of...you...” I whisper the last part.

“Me? I’m your biggest fear?”

I wish I could look at him or just fucking move! I am strapped down across my arms and chest, and my legs. “Are you strapped completely, too?”

I don’t answer his question. I've already said too much...

“Pazessca? I don’t know shit about you. Talk to me, to pass the time...”

I snort. “I don’t know shit about you either! Shouldn't we just figure out how to get out of here?”

“Nothing we can do until we’re unstrapped, Baby Girl. How about a question for a question?”

“Fine,” I huff. “Me first. Why do you get off on hurting people?”

“Ouch! The hard ones, huh? Okay. My family is incredibly powerful and affluent. I was raised in violence and bloodshed. It's ingrained into me.”

I sit for a second, digesting that. “Damn....”

“My turn! What about your family?”

I laugh a little too loudly, wincing. “What family? The Solomons are NOT related to me. I have no memory from before I was eight years old. I have no one in the world.”

“Wait...what the fuck? Sorry, Pazessca—that's fucked up.”

I sigh. “Why are you here, in this place?”

He barks out a laugh. “The guys and I displeased our families. We didn’t do everything we were told to do. It shouldn’t matter—but we all stand to lose EVERYTHING if we don’t fall in line.”

Motherfucker! Wow... “Sorry to hear that. That is fucked up too.”

“Okay, me again. Which of the guys is your favorite?”

“Whattt?” I screech out. “Trick question! I am so not answering that!”

“Well, that means it’s me.”

“Okay... Mister Big Head...”

I am oddly settled with the banter with my worst enemy. It must be the situation. I refuse to look beyond that.

While I’m thinking of another question, footsteps sound out close by. I start to panic, my chest heaving. “No, no, no...”

“Calm, Pazessca. I am right here. You're not alone.”

Four nurses—FOUR—walk into the room, accompanied by several large, muscled orderlies. “Is all that necessary?” Synn questions. “We’re fucking strapped down!”

“You are both a risk to yourselves and others. Your behavior has proven that. You will be treated until the doctor says otherwise.”

“What does that mean?” I ask in a trembling voice. The mean nurse stomps over, bending over to glare in my face. “It means we WILL subdue you and continue treatments.”

“What about food? Water? Bathroom?” Synn demands.

“Your handy IV bags hold nutrients and fluids. Your catheters take care of urine.”

“What about SHIT?” Synn yells.

“I guess you’ll have messy underthings, huh?” she says, with a smug face.

I reel back internally, shocked at this so-called medical treatment. “For how long? We need real food and water!” I plead, eyes darting around frantically.

She tuts. “You’ll be fine.” I can see her in my line of sight, and she nods at the orderlies. “Add the syringes now.”

They walk over to where our IV lines are placed. Synn starts thrashing in his binds. I can hear the movement. I struggle, too. “No!”

They ignore us, as I see the one by me holding a handful of syringes. “Oh My God... Synn...” is all that comes out, the shit they put in burning through my veins like fire. I open my mouth to scream, but my vision fades. Please, let the others find us soon...