Page 114 of Knot To Be
“Can we burn his house down?” I ask, pressing the nail into Elio’s mushroom tip. He’s half hard now, and although sixty isn’t considered old, his cock certainly is feeling every one of those years.
“I have a flame thrower in the bag, a branding kit, and a grenade with a launcher. You can do whatever the fuck you want, Rosalia.”
“I really like that answer.” Adjusting my grip on the handle of the hammer, I bring it down on the nail. It sinks into the wood, making me internally squeal with excitement, and my grin is wide as I continue to work. “I honestly didn’t think it would be this easy. I expected to miss the nail the first time.”
“My fingers are glad you didn’t,” Ciro chuckles, making me shiver.
“It’s completely normal to get turned on during torture,” Carter says, amused.
“I’m trying to be discreet about it,” I hiss.
“Help!” Elio screams.
“Ugh, shut up,” Carter groans.
“My voice is still fucked from my screams,” I say, lost in my memories as I bring down the hammer over and over until my uncle’s cock is a part of the house. “Let him scream.”
“Rosalia! Rosalia, please. Look, I’m sorry! I’ll back you and help you take over for your father. Just stop!”
I’m unimpressed by Elio’s screams, and move on to begin burning the hair off his hairy legs. The guys release him, enjoying the way he writhes. His cock pulls on the nail every time he jerks his hips, causing his screams to grow louder and his coughing to get worse.
“Ah, uncle. You need to learn to stay still or I’ll have to use another nail further down your shaft,” I croon sarcastically. I chose to start high, knowing I was going to force him to jolt with pain.
The lighter in my hand gets warm, and Grant pulls out a torch with a grin.
“Ooh. That’s so much better. You really like your fire,” I say, trading with him.
Nico and Dario return to the living room, and Nico appears to be sweating. I can feel his anxiety, and I pat the ground next to me for him to sit. I’ve been lost in my own pain and memories, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been feeling his growing discomfort.
“Thank you. All the rooms are clear upstairs,” he whispers. “Ah, except the attic. I couldn’t bear to be away from you anymore.”
“He needed help with the stairs. I’ll go check it now,” Dario says, turning to head back up.
“I’ll go with you,” Carter says. “I doubt we’ll find anything, but you never know.”
As they disappear upstairs, I tug off one of Nico’s gloves and pull the back of my shirt out so he can lay it on my skin. He slowly begins to relax, watching as I burn the hair off Elio’s legs.
“Go for his knot,” he whispers in my ear, the Devil on my shoulder it would seem. “Then we can start all over again with the nails.”
“Wonderful idea, husband.”
I shove the torch’s flames underneath Elio’s wrinkled knot, enjoying every second of his misery as he completely tears the crown of his dick from his struggles.
“Oh no, guess I need to nail the middle down now,” I grin.
Ten minutes later, he’s missing more fingers, his asshole is scorched from the torch, and I’m ready to start tenderizing the rest of his body.
“How do you feel about nailing his hands and feet to the ground?” Ciro asks. “Then you can use the fancy flamethrower to finish him off.”
Not once has he winced or gagged. He and Nico just offer quiet support and suggestions. It’s yet another reminder that we’re all pretty fucked up.
“The attic is secured, and Easton says no one has called the police yet. He’s listening to dispatch while he works outside,” Grant explains as his heavy boots hit the steps. “What’s next?”
“We’re nailing down body parts,” Carter grins. “Mind if we help out with this, Rosa?”
“Not at all.” I’m starting to feel dizzy from the amount of adrenaline and emotions coursing through my veins. Nico sits me firmly in his lap, his lips pressed against my neck as we watch the guys nail my uncle to the floor.
They choose to drive nails through his feet and wrists, and Elio begins to finally lose his voice.
