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T he sound of heaving is impossible to ignore even with Kinney’s screams trying to drown them out. As is the way my gut feels like it’s turning itself inside out.

“I’ll remind each and every one of you of this the next time you give me shit for puking,” Remy mutters.

Rogue tapped out about thirty seconds in, Ace a few seconds after that, and Trip barely a second later. I managed to ignore instinct the longest—not that it earns me a trophy or anything—because no normal man alive can stand by and remain unfazed as another man shoves a red hot iron rod up another man’s dick hole while a mechanized dildo thrusts in and out of his ass.

Unless you’re Saint, of course, but he’s not normal anyway. Jay may be standing stoically along the far wall, but even he’s sporting a concerning shade of green.

“Haven’t any of you ever heard of a sounding rod before?” Saint asks, giving the rod in Kinney’s teenie weenie a twist, eliciting a fresh round of screams.

“Fuck no,” Ace groans from the corner. “And after this, I don’t even want to look it up.”

Saint’s grin is nearly manic. “Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.”

I glance up just as Kinney’s body goes limp. Saint lets the rod drop from his grip. “Thank fuck. Has he given us enough yet? I’m not sure how much more of this I can take.”

“Pussies.” Remy rolls her eyes. “He deserves a lot worse than his pathetic cock becoming a corn dog.”

Trip groans. “And… I’ll never be able to eat a corn dog again, so thanks for that.”

Remy walks up to the unconscious man, studying him with a blank expression on her face. “We now know where my brother has set up his base of operations. We know who within the FBI we can trust and who deserves to die right alongside him. He also let slip that Colt is planning something big in the next few days. He didn’t have all the details, but enough to let us know to be on high alert. Maybe there’s something he forgot?—”

“Doll, I think Kinney has given us all he knew. Let the dick torture be over,” Ace begs.

Remy taps her long red nail against her lip. “I don’t know. The idea of him getting his holes fucked from both sides is oddly satisfying, knowing all he’s done to innocent woman across the region. Maybe we should go just a little longer and?—”

Rogue strides forward, one large hand gripping the side of Remy’s face as his fingers curl around the back of her neck. His other hand slides around her lower back, and he tugs her into his chest. She softens in his hold, the light filtering back into her dark brown eyes. “Please, gorgeous. I’m begging you. End this now. We’ll be lucky if any of us can get it up for a while as it is without having flashbacks of this moment.”

I’m not sure about the others, but I’m damn near holding my breath, praying Rogue’s touch has the same effect it usually does. The big guy can calm our girl faster than any of us can.

Her soft hum has all of us taking a collective sigh of relief.

“Fine.” Rogue leans in, dropping a rough kiss on her lips before pulling back. She turns to Saint. “Saint, wake him up.”

I’m not sure why, but I know what’s coming before she removes herself from Rogue’s hold. I straighten, trying my damndest to look unaffected by what I know is about to happen.

“Please tell me she’s not gonna—” Trip begins.

“Oh yeah. She most certainly is.”

“Fucking hell,” Ace grunts out, running both hands down his face.

She calmly walks over to the wall of toys, grabbing a massive blade that she studies carefully. Kinney’s pained moan as he comes to has goosebumps breaking out along my skin. Terrified eyes dart around the room until they land on our girl, and suddenly he’s got a second wind. His body struggles against the chains holding each of his arms above his head and the ones holding each leg to separate hooks in the ground. All that does is flop his dick, still fully impaled with the iron rod, through the air wildly.

Pretty sure I see Jay grab his junk out of the corner of my eye, but I don’t say anything because I’m pretty sure my dick is currently in hiding. There’s an ache gaining force in my lower belly.

“No. No, please. I’ve told you everything I know,” Kinney blubbers, tears and snot running down his ruddy face.

The cocky Special Agent is long gone. The only thing left is the shell of the man he used to be, and soon even that will no longer exist.

“Maybe, maybe not,” Remy murmurs, confidently striding toward the man sobbing in the center of the room. “Unless you can tell me what his next move is, our time together is over.”

“Fuck. Please. Don’t do this. I beg of you. I… I can get the information for you. I can be an asset. I’ll do whatever you want me to. Please .”

Spittle has gathered in the corners of his mouth, his eyes wild with fear. I try to drum up even the slightest bit of sympathy for him, but there’s none to find. This man used and abused his authority, forcing countless women to suffer at his hand. Remy was right. He deserves all he’s received and more.

Remy takes out small plugs from her pocket, carefully shoving them into her nostrils.

I take a deep breath in and exhale slowly, stiffening my spine as I prepare for the inevitable. “Brace yourself, boys. This never gets any easier, no matter how many times I’ve watched her do it.”

Trip eyes me speculatively. “Is it wrong that I’m less concerned about her cutting off his dick than I am at the thought of that fucking rod impaling it?”

“Nope.” Ace shakes his head.

Saint rolls his eyes as he reaches for the rod. “Remy’s right. Bunch of pussies.”

Saint lifts the rod to position Kinney’s dick straight out from his body, pulling it out just enough to give Remy room to work with. She approaches, the blade swinging by her side as if she doesn’t have a care in the world.

“There’s only one thing left to do,” she says all-too sweetly. “Any last words, Special Agent Kinney?”

He sucks in a ragged breath, shoring up what little dignity he’s managed to hold onto. “He’s going to take you down, and nothing you do is going to stop him. Avenging Angel or not, you’re no match for him.”

“Guess we’ll see about that. Meaning us, of course. You won’t live long enough to realize just how wrong you were.”

With that, her arm swings through the air. The sharp blade slices his dick clean off, blood pouring from the wound as he screams. Saint lifts the rod, studying the limp dick attached to the end.

“Hey, angel… Want to ship this one to him too?”

And the dry heaves begin again as Special Agent Kinney’s life comes to a painful end.