Page 68 of Starving Butterfly
“Ah yes, Claire dear.” I called out in a sing-song voice.
Cole loosened his tie and began securing it around the senator’s feet. Dustin and Scott dropped their ties a moment later, securing his other foot and hands. Karter stood there with his hands in his pocket not even considering donating his tie.
Claire’s quick steps walked through the space as she rolled in a large cart covered with an even larger sheet. I looked at her, and her eyes flickered to the senator before they landed back on mine.
Fear was a powerful tool like that; no doubt the poor woman was being forced to work for this man. I sighed. “Get out of here and if you call the police I will find whatever it is you hold dear and well…” I trailed off.
Tears streamed down her face as she nodded profusely, “You will never see me again.” She fled.
I turned towards Jeff, who was now bound and tied like the pig he was. “Do I want to know what you have as entertainment?” I asked, tapping the gun against his head.
He mumbled around the gag, and I shook my head, pulling it out of his mouth.
“Why don’t you look? I am sure it would bring up memories.” I shoved the gag back in his face as Scott’s fist landed across his jaw.
Turning toward the cart, I slowly pulled the sheet away and held my breath.
There, tied in the center, was a little girl no more than four. Tears streamed down her face as she looked around in fear. I struggled to breathe and grabbed the back of a chair to steady myself.
Blinking to make sure my eyes hadn’t deceived me, I swallowed back the panic. “Karter?—”
He didn’t wait for the rest of the sentence, just wordlessly stepped forward and cradled the little girl to his chest as he walked away from the room.
“You piece of shit.” The rage-filled words left my mouth as soon as the door slammed shut. The pistol was aimed between his eyes; my finger wavered above the trigger.
“I have an idea,” Cole spoke before I could pull the trigger. My eyes snapped towards his, and he produced a cork-like item from his pocket.
I wasn’t sure what it was called, and I looked at him, stunned.
“Oh is that one of those fancy spiral cutters?” Dustin asked. “I always wanted one.”
I took it, looking it over. The edges were sharp enough to cut potatoes. How different would it be?
59
FEAST ON YOURSELF
January 23rd
“Grab a knife,” I ordered.
Scott handed me a knife, and I cut open the front half of Jeff’s pants. Then his underwear. His dick stood at half-mast and I almost killed him there. Disgust rolledthrough me as I took the edge of the spiral cutter and yanked the head of his dick straight.
I shoved the hook of the cutting spiral into his hole. He screamed from behind the gag. Dustin and Cole stood there with a hand on his shoulder, keeping him still.
“I think it fits nicely,” I smirked as I placed my finger into the handle and started to turn.
Another scream was muffled. Jeff’s body thrashed as he screamed into the gag. Tears streamed down his face as I continued the slow turn, the first full circle.
Blood trickled across his cock’s head and slid down his length as he jerked.
Blood smeared against my hand. “hold him still boys, we wouldn’t want to ruin the meal before it’s cooked,” I told them.
They gripped him tighter as he fought with a renewed sense of self preservation and I smiled, cutting another circle into his skin as he thrashed, screaming.
As another ring spiraled downward, he passed out from the pain. He was bleeding profusely now, and all I could do was laugh. The man who’d taken everything from me since I was little crumpled and whimpering in pain. I slapped his face hard, grabbing his chin and spitting in his face. He looked at me with venomous hatred. I continued turning the spiral cutter slowly down to the base of his balls as he screamed. His body shook in violent spasms as blood squirted across my dress and face.
Scott handed me a napkin, and I wiped the blood from my cheek. A small, victorious smile crossed mine.
