Page 53 of Vengeance of Childhood Proportions (Till Death Do Us Part #7)
Chapter Forty-Three
Jason
I was on fire. I’d been itching to fuck one of these whiny bastards for years , since the moment we started stalking them to learn their routines.
Holly might have learned names and relations and shit like that.
I’d been more interested in who was fucking who, because everyone is fucking someone they’re not supposed to.
Hell, even Holly.
Fucking the special agent hunting her ? And not even doing it to get information out of him? Waste of a good fuck if you ask me.
But this might just work out well for me, after all. Ironically, it was by not killing someone. Huh. This was definitely a first.
I stared at the two horrified men in front of me. One was a decent size, definitely an athlete. He’d be the one I’d be rooting for, but either one would work, really. Wasn’t like I had to stare at his face when I fucked him. That’s what masks are for. And hoods. And head cages.
Fuck, my balls were drawing up just at the thought.
“You… You want us to…” The two exchanged a sickened sort of look.
“Fuck,” I answered simply. “Yes. Loser gets an orgasm and a bullet. Winner…” I smiled, excitement practically making me giddy. “The winner becomes mine .”
The bigger one’s eyes about came out of his head. “Yours to…what?”
“None of your damn business.” Because it wasn’t.
Whomever won, his life would no longer be his own.
It would be mine. To literally do with as I pleased.
If I wanted to, I could pick up a scalpel and write my name in his back, like Holly had done to that other guy. The one I’d disposed of last night.
He would be mine . I could hurt him, geld him, fuck him…whatever I chose. It would be up to me if he ate that day, drank, shit, pissed, breathed . His life would no longer be his own.
The ultimate humiliation.
And it wasn’t rape. The line was fine, but it was there. Because he would choose to live now. He would roll over, allow the other to suck him off, and take the bullet like a man. Or he could choose to live.
And what a life it would be.
Molten lava burned in my gut and I was tired of waiting. I held up the remote control to their collars. “Choose now if you want to live, fuckers. Because if you don’t, then I hand this to Holly and she turns it on. Permanently. ”
It was slow at first. Both trying to figure out if the other was going to go through with it first. After a few times of me sending a jolt to their collars, they got more serious. The fear of pain now was bigger than the fear of death later.
When the smaller one ripped the dress of the bigger one, the bigger one’s eyes widened.
I loved seeing the irritated red skin in the corner of their mouths from the bit gags.
Christ, I was so fucking hard. My dick ached, but I wanted to watch this show more than I wanted to come.
The realization in the big one’s eyes that he was a step closer to losing—and then the internal fight of if he wanted to lose.
He had no idea how soon the winner would wish for death, but I would not grant it. I was being given a toy of blood, flesh, and bones. I might bring him to the brink, but I would not let him die.
Not for a very, very long time, that is.
The big one threw himself onto the smaller one, but they didn’t go down, nor did anything tear. I could tell they were stalling. Did they think they could wait me out?
“If the two of you do not quit stalling, I am giving Holly the remote and walking away!” I wasn’t bluffing either.
I wanted this, but I’d find what I needed elsewhere.
Always had. Straight men were so easy to humiliate.
“I want to see skin , ladies!” I started to hand the remote to Holly while counting down, “Five… Four… Three…”
The smaller one reached forward, snagged the bigger one’s hemline, and pulled. The front of the dress tore, revealing the man’s hairy chest and one of his nipples.
“Now that’s more like it!” I still gave both a slight jolt as a reminder to pick up the pace. I turned to Holly. “Christmas is so overrated. This ,” I pointed to the ring, “should be how gifts are done.”