Page 44 of Grave Devil
“Please, stop! Why are you doing this?” The sniveling, gray-haired man looks to be in his sixties, a little younger than my father.
I look up at him and smile. His hands are bound to a set of thick chains that suspend from the ceiling. I push his legs so they sway back and forth, his bare ass jiggling under the fluorescent lights. “Because bad men need to suffer the consequences of their actions.Thisis your judgment day.”
I make another tiny cut into his flesh, on the back of his left thigh. It’s these little wounds that bleed the most. They’re the most agonizing as they grow collectively together, becoming one major trauma to the body.
His cries are pathetic and completely ineffective on me.I want to hear him scream.
“Do you remember how you strung up my sister in your penthouse like this?” I circle him, twirling the knife in my hand. “Did she beg you to stop? Or was she incoherent from the drugs you gave her?”
His limbs shake violently as I wave the knife over his cock. “Fuck. P-please. It was a fair transaction. I paid a lot of fucking money for that weekend. She behaved so well…”
With a flick of my wrist, I graze the tip of his cock with the flat of the blade—a warning.A preview.The notion of my twin behaving foranyman is absurd. They fucking sedated her. “She wasn’t yours to purchase,” I growl through gritted teeth. She was just a teenager. Fucking monsters. But I already knew that. From the time I was a young man, I knew the kind of people my father did business with.
He kept me away from most of it while he was throwing Libra into the lion’s den. What they didn’t realize was that they didn’t break her. No. She came out the other side a lioness. A warrior goddess with more grit in her pinky finger than this man has in his entire body. And too bad for them that I’m her mirror image,her psycho knife-wielding twin without a conscience or an ounce of remorse. I’m a stone-cold, take-no-fucking-prisoners lunatic in a designer suit.
“This is my favorite part of my day. Getting to torture you the way you did her.” I make a tiny incision below his belly button.
He sniffles, snot dribbling onto his upper lip. “It was all sanctioned by the Nocturnus elders. We trade assets, stock shares, and poison for party favors. That’s what we do.”
Fucking hell.What the fuck did he just call my sister?“Party favors?” I yell in his face. “She’s a human being. And she was just a teenager… Well, all the elders are dead now. There’s a new generation in power. No more party favors allowed.”
“Fine. I’ll give you whatever you want. Please. I’m sorry. You were just a boy back then too. We didn’t know it would anger you. Just tell me what you want.” This man has worshipped predators his entire life. He is one himself. But so am I. And I’m much bigger.Deadlier.
“I want to watch you bleed out. Then I’m going to desecrate your corpse. I will take pictures of it and send them to your wife. To your daughters.” He screams when I dig my knife into his belly and drag it down to the base of his cock.
“In the silence and stillness of their own grief, they will know why this has happened to you. Because men like you wear your perversions on your sleeves, despite thinking you’re so very clever at hiding them. Men like youexudefilth. It fucking permeates around you like a disease.”
His eyes bulge as he looks down to see his entrails sliding out. “F-fuck. Oh. M-my god. Please just end it. Finish me.”
I take my knife and do the same to his back. “You never answered my question. Did my sister beg you to stop?”
His head slumps to the side as he hyperventilates. “I-I’m sorry. Please kill me.”
I slash the backs of his knees, severing each artery. “Did she beg?” I repeat, screaming it this time.
“Y-yes. She did. Fuck. She begged us to stop.” His blood pools on the floor beneath him. It’s on my shirt, my pants, everywhere.
“But you didn’t stop, did you?” I growl.
“No. We did not,” he whispers.
“Then neither will I.” I carve a row of cuts into his stubby cock. His breaths are shallow and his pulse starts to slow. The blood loss is great, and he doesn’t have much time left.
He closes his eyes and hangs his head down. “Forgive me,” he murmurs.
I smile up at him. “No forgiveness. No mercy. Just a soul for a soul.” Without any further ado, I stab my knife through his throat. It’s far more painful than a knife to the heart. Far slower. He chokes and gargles on his own blood as it sprays out.
When I release the chain, his body crashes to the floor. His head bounces off the cold cement, causing more blood and flesh to spray out around him. My cock swells at the sight of his mangled corpse. Fuck. I’m getting so turned on by the grotesque these days. By the violence of it all.
I drag a folding chair over to him and sink into it. I unzip my pants and free my cock. Sweat beads down my back as my need to cum grows. “Mmm. Fuck. That’s nice.” I stroke my shaft, up and down. I grip it firmly, pinching and releasing the tip as I gaze over every inch of my father’s dead business partner.
I don’t call Bones this time. This one was more personal. This piece of shit had my sister more than once. He displayed her like a fucking trophy and let his friends do unspeakable things to her. Yeah, this one was special. This one is just for me.
I move to my knees so I can straddle him. His blood soaks into my silk trousers. I jerk my cock faster, harder, as I gaze into his soulless eyes. I admire the way they froze in horror, never to blink again.
A rush of my own blood darts forward, shooting down my shaft. “Oh, fuck. Mmm. You were worth the wait,” I whisper.
My cum squirts out in thick, hot ropes. I paint his face with it before releasing the rest into his mouth. “Yeah, swallow every fucking drop. You’re gonna take my cum with you to hell.”
