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Billy

S he doesn’t love my gift. It took a considerable amount of effort to keep Miles’s eye in the shape I needed.

I never imagined that Lou would bring home some random guy and fuck him on camera like a show.

Black sludge coats my cerebrum. Clenching my fist, I grind my teeth, thinking of her touching another man.

I sit down on the couch, and it lets out a loud creak. Leaning forward, I flip open my laptop, listing more items for sale.

My hands shake as I bring the cup of coffee to my lips and pull a cigarette out of the pack.

I switch windows and look over the security footage. Clicking to the current camera, I find her lying in bed, alone. The covers shake with her sobs, and as much as I want to comfort her, I have more pressing matters at hand.

Closing the laptop, I take a long drag and guzzle what’s left of the coffee before standing and bringing the mug to the counter.

Crushing the butt of the cigarette in the sink, my phone dings and I glance down at it. Two new orders fill the notifications on the screen. Shipping internationally means that everyone across the world is going to enjoy my art. With that knowledge, there is a little more pep in my step.

Pocketing the phone, I make my way downstairs. I head to the cupboard, open it and slip on my mask.

“Please, I won’t tell a soul,” he mumbles.

“You can’t even fuck like a man. You want me to take pity on you?”

His one eye shoots a glance my way.

“Well, I saw the video. You were in her bed, and you made love? Weird move,” I mutter.

“She has nothing to do with me. Leave her alone.” His voice strengthens.

My lips turn into a crooked smile before laughing. I turn to my workbench to choose the tools I want to use on him.

“You’ll never see her again,” I tell him.

He touched what’s mine, and for that he’ll pay.

I switch the leather-carving pen on, unsure if it’ll do what I require, and move on down through my supplies.

“What’re you going to do to her? ”

This guy seems stuck on her. Lou won’t make the mistake of fucking a loser like this again. She won’t turn into another whore like my mother.

“Show her what it’s like to get treated by a real man.”

I walk toward him, extending the pen and releasing his wrist from the pulley system, certain that I have the upper hand.

Gripping his arm, I press the sharp points against the tip of his finger, causing it to sizzle and emit a faint smell of burning flesh.

His screams fill my ears, and a smile spreads across my face. Fear is my drug and I’m a fucking addict.

The skin blisters and peels under the heat, but it’s not what I had in mind. I pull away, and he dangles precariously from a single arm.

I grab my blowtorch, igniting it as I lift it to his palm. On low, it sears the flesh with a swift and intense burn. The more skin I cover, the more his hand muscles show and sizzle like cooking meat.

“No wonder I’m a fucking vegetarian.”

His screams continue until his voice becomes hoarse. Unlatching him, he falls to the tile floor and holds his fucked-up fist to his chest.

I look down at him and kick him in the side. If I wore boots, I bet his ribs would have fractured under the pressure .

I reach down to grab for the other hand. He tries to fight me off with the mangled one.

“Come on, dude. I have a job to do.”

I yank his wrist behind him, straddling the back of his thighs while I sink to my knees. Igniting the torch, the skin blisters and dissolves off the muscles, transforming them into charred meat.

The darkness from my mind gradually dissipates, making way for a sense of peace that wraps around me like a long-awaited embrace.

Everything started when I was still stuck with my cunt mother. All the men she brought into the house left me with a trail of mental scars that would never heal, and she just looked the other way, letting them do what they wanted with me for a couple of bucks.

I have no illusions that the darkest fragments of my childhood don’t contribute to the murky haze that entwines my mind as an adult.

Lucy, though. Her touch soothes a hidden part of my mind that I never knew was there, and because of that, I will never let her go.

Jumping up, I leave him on the ground. As large as he is, I’ve seen a bigger fight from a fucking mouse.

Putting away the tools, I grab the bone saw and turn to him. The fucker has crawled halfway to the door and has left a blood trail across the tiles.

“Where ya going, little buddy? ”

“I won’t see her again. I’ll tell no one.” He slumps down as he hits the dip in the uneven floor.

“We’re just getting started!” I throw the bone saw down, grab a scalpel, and leap over his pathetic form to open the door.

I should have let him go after I captured him in town. One eye was the only thing I needed to prove my point. I’ll have to burn him tonight. He’s of no use to me.

Glancing at the fuckstick, I tilt my head, but he doesn’t move.

I shrug and head out the back door to add kindling to the bin. I start the flame and tend to it before turning back to him.

“Listen, I can’t have you dying with her on you. The cute button in your pants you call a penis still has her sweet juices on it.”

I rip off his pants as he groans before throwing up.

Vomit makes my stomach curdle, and I curl my lips in disgust. Quickly, I cut off his balls and saw off his dick before throwing it into the fire.

“You should feel lucky. The last guy that touched her hung where you were as I fed him his own testicles.”

His eyes widen, and his face turns an unhealthy shade of green.

Remembering his mouth on her makes me shudder. I spin around and grab the scalpel from the table .

Kneeling on his chest, I grip his chin and slice off his bottom lip. Blood pours onto his chin and the flap of flesh falls beside us.

He whimpers, and I grin. Tracing the bow of his top lip, it cuts off easily enough. Picking up the two rubbery pieces, I stare down at his bleeding gash.

“Ready?” I ask before stuffing them into his gaping pie hole.

He devours them in one gulp, leaving me almost in awe.

I take the bone saw and work away at his bottom half, cutting his legs off his body. Before long, his screams die into silence and I know he’s about dead.

The area is drenched in crimson, a macabre sight that is oddly comforting in this place. Taking a deep breath, I cherish the tang of iron in the air, letting it soothe my muscles, and the rage of him touching her inside of me.

I stare down at the worthless corpse, kick him over to look at his back, and groan when I realize there are no useful pieces left on him.

“Pathetic asshole.”

Resigned, I pick up the serrated blade, which chews through the skin, muscle, and bone of his arms.

Once they are both off, I stroll back to the fire, throwing them in before turning to grab a smoke from the table .

The white filter smudges with blood and dirt, and I use the firestick to stoke the flames. His torso and head remain, and while I’ve wanted to dig around in the brains before, tonight is not the time.

I’m coated in blood, his vomit lines the rubber on my shoes, and I’m getting tired.

Shaking the hair from my eyes, I rub my shoulder over my mouth to get rid of the sweat. Body odour seeps from me and I wrinkle my nose at it. Not even the smell of him covers it. I need a shower after I clean this place up.

I flick the smoke into the bin and add the rest of the stump remover.

With each stroke of the saw across his neck, the sound of tendons snapping echoes in the room.

After two determined attempts, his head detaches, leaving a stump where his body once was. I waste no time in discarding it into the bin outside, venting my frustration by giving his severed head a swift kick upon re-entering the shop. A dull thud echoes through the space as it hits the table leg and lulls back and forth in the dip on the ground.

Laughter bubbles in my stomach, and the chuckles float through the silent space. With a red-stained finger, I switch on the radio and blast some tunes as I tidy up the floor.

“The flames are ready for you. So sorry I didn’t learn your name, but you touched my girl. I’d happily mail your tongue to your mother, but someone else can claim the rights to this kill.”

I grab his head and throw it in the air before catching it and flipping it into the flames. As his features liquify like a melting action figure, I find myself unable to contain my laughter once again.

Lighting a cigarette, I watch as the grey bone reveals itself before scorching in the heat. Exhaling the smoke, I poke at the body with the stick before flicking my butt into the bin.

Once the shop is clean, I mix the embers around the bin. Two femurs remain at the bottom. They never combust correctly, and the fucking teeth I’m stuck with.

Another crazy thing that I’ve learned is that belly buttons never burn. They turn into hard little circles like an old Cheerio that got kicked under the fridge.

I pick up my products and flip off the lights for the night before locking up the shop and moving upstairs.

In the apartment, I dump my load of clothes into the washer and head to the shower.

Lou flashes through my mind. I’ve sent the message loud and clear for her to stop fucking around. She doesn’t want to find out what I’ll do if she continues down this road of acting like a fucking whore. If I have to, I’ll maim her so she’s not so fucking pretty.

Once I slide my dick into that perfect cunt, she won’t be looking for anyone else. I can fuck her the way she needs and make her scream with bliss. She’ll become addicted, and I’m more than happy to supply her with all the cock she needs.

In the early hours of the morning, I drive rapidly and smoothly enter the house using my handcrafted key.

I toe off my shoes, set my things down on the kitchen table, and walk up the stairs, avoiding the floor panels that I know creak.

I enter her bedroom, taking a moment to look around for anything out of place. The curtain has been pulled to the side and moonlight outlines her form.

Creeping over to the bed, I stand to the side and take in the curves and contours of her body. Swirling lines decorate her arms with floral patterns, and my attention trails up to her hands under the pillow .

Her light red hair creates a striking contrast against the white sheets. Lou’s tits are straining against the tank she wears, the sheet covering her waiting form.

I undo the buttons on my jeans, my dick already throbbing for her.

Leaning over, I grasp the blanket and pull it down to her ankles. Her hips, soft stomach, and thick thighs come into view, and I bite back the moan that threatens to escape.

Wanting to explore more of her, I nudge her legs open. Her bare cunt comes into view.

When her thighs spread, I want to sink to my knees and worship her, showing her how a real woman deserves to be treated. A soft moan escapes her lips as I grip her skin.

“Billy?” she utters.

My fingers traced a path along her leg, inching higher. I’m glad that she must be dreaming of me. I’ve wanted her for such a long time, and I’m done stalling.

Kneeling on the bed, the mattress dips. Lucy doesn’t wake, and since watching her inside the house these last few weeks, I know she’s a heavy sleeper.

I spread her soft flesh wider, ready to taste her.

Instead, her legs snap shut, and I meet her eyes.

“Billy?”