Page 64 of Making A Weapon
The fact that she’s enjoying this makes me whip her harder. I focus on her back as blood drips, skin spreads, and welts rise. In the next moment, I zone out, getting lost in my artwork.
I don’t know how long I blacked out for, but Charlie grabbing my wrist mid swing brings me back to the present. “Fucking stop! She passed out.” He screams at me. I blink away the haze and stare at him before examining her back.
Every inch is red and covered in blood. Giant gashes, wounds, and welts litter her skin. Some deeper than others, her ass is welted, the skin raised and covered in Charlie’s cum. It’s her back that looks like a fucking war zone.
I lost control again.
Dropping thewhip, I pull out my phone and text Uncle as I bark orders at my siblings. “Untie her, face down on the bed. Charlie, go grab some water to clean it up, no soap.”
I look down at my phone to see a thumbs up in response to my request. “Uncle’s on his way.”
Fuck!
She’s only been here for 2 months, and I’ve lost control twice already. That’s never happened before in my life.
I’ve whipped plenty of women before, random strangers that I’ve met at sex clubs or online. Meaningless women! She means nothing to me. I shouldn’t have this type of reaction to her; it should be like all the others.
I’ll have to pull myself together, because after seeing how good she looks with her back flayed open and covered in blood, I know I won’t be able to resist doing it again.
She’s stuck with us for life. The only way away from us is if we put a bullet in her skull. If she tries to escape, I’ll lock her back in her cell for a month alone until she’s a broken husk.
Once Uncle patches her up and my brothers go to bed, I’ll come back and plant a tracker in her fucking ass cheek so I’ll always know where she is.
I don’t understand what I’m feeling. It’s not any of that cutesy shit like love or feelings that you see in the movies. No, this is different. It’s purely selfish of me.
Obsession
Ownership.
She’s our property.
Our fuck toy.
Our cock warmer.
Only the three of us are allowed to cause her pain.
Only the three of us are allowed to bring her pleasure.
To feel her tight hole squeeze around our cocks.
When she first got here, she hated it. Red cowered away and would have never asked us to hurt her. Now she begs for it.
She grounds herself in the sharp bite. Pain has become her friend. She uses it just like she used the counting to keep herself sane.
When her emotions from killing got too much, she wanted to turn to pain. The way she’s transformed because of what I-we-caused her is fucking beautiful.
We’ve put too much work into her, and I’ll be damned if I let her get away from us. Red is ours to hurt, and no one but us will cause her the pain that she will endure for the rest of time.
This is only the beginning, and I hope she’s ready.
