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I put the smelling salts under Abbadon's nose causing him to wake up instantly. He’s tied to a table that has clear painters’ plastic over it. The room is a homage to my favorite television show, Dexter. He would be proud of the kill room I've created. All around are the pictures of every victim, whose innocence or life was taken by him. His mouth is duct taped closed, but his mumbling can still be heard.

"Are you trying to beg me not to kill you?" I say, "because it won't work. I've heard enough from you and your vile mouth."

I pull out my eight-inch serrated knife and cut a slice out of his cheek. I lift it up and show him the slab of bloody meat. "I think I'm going to skin you alive. After all, that's what kid fuckers and scum deserve." Ace takes a deer skinning knife out of his sheath and hands it to me.

I start with his chest, slowly removing his skin from his muscles in long strips like you would remove the peel from a potato. Abbadon keeps passing out as I skin him. Which reminds me of how I went in and out of consciousness when he was raping me. I have to keep waking him up so he can feel what I'm doing to him. Sooner rather than later he’ll stop feeling the pain though, which is too bad.

There’s a consistent drip as blood drips onto the tarp covering the floor at my feet. I have to admit, even I'm grossed out a little by the sight of Abbadon's body. I Googled how long someone can stay alive after being flayed and remarkably it said a few days, if they’re in a sterile environment. Which I doubt would describe this place with the piles of rat shit, cobwebs and filth hiding in the corners.

I continue with my masterpiece while jamming to the horror band, Ice Nine Kills until I have every single sliver of skin showing from his neck down, besides his penis. I have other plans for his crotch area. I slide my knife between his legs and slice off his ball sack and penis. Then I grab a handful of white crystals and shove salt into the wound. His eyes fly open with renewed strength and his gut curdling scream remains muffled behind the tape. I was using it to make sure he didn’t bleed out too fast, but waking his ass up is a nice bonus.

I rip the duct tape from his mouth and he yells, “you sick bit… gchgt.” His words are interrupted as I shove one of his balls in his mouth and retape it. His eyes water, and I know he knows that he's going to die sucking on his own hairy ball.

Then I laugh an uncontrollable laugh that veers on almost hysterically. “Yeah, you don’t need to finish that statement. I’ve heard it before.”

"I'm done" I say to the others that are standing outside my kill room. I plunge a knife into his heart and take off the raincoat I am wearing to keep from being splashed with blood and step out of the plastic curtain.

"Fuck. It's a bloody mess in here." One of the guys says, "remind me never to piss her off."

Chapter50

Ace

Afew days later...

"Stop being such a big baby," Storm says, as she crawls up on the bed. "I need you Ace, I want to feel you inside me, and I always get what I want."

I'm not going to pretend my leg isn't hurting from being shot, but her words have my cock swelling. I’m not about to stop where this is going. She slides her hand down my boxers and wraps it around my half-hard cock and brings her lips to mine.

"I'm going to ride you like you've never been ridden before," she purrs, as she works my boxers down to my knees.

I situate myself to make it easier for her to straddle me. “Please, do show me how you ride, Mrs. Prez.” Gripping her hips, I pull her to me and lick the seam of her lips. She opens up, allowing me access and our warm wet tongues massage each other’s. I kiss her harder, biting her lip as I let her go. She lifts herself off from me and positions herself over my dick. Her wetness coats my shaft, letting her glide onto my cock, easily.

"Dollface, you are so wet," I groan, as she rides my cock like she’s at a rodeo and I’m her bull.

"You like that don't ya? You like when I take what I want? You like when I fuck you." A smile shows on her face and she knows I don't mind giving her control sometimes. It's hot being with a woman that isn't afraid to be herself in the bedroom. When she knows how to satisfy herself and me at the same time.

"I fucking love it." I stick my fingers into her mouth, wanting her to get them wet for me. She glides her tongue around them, soaking them before I pull them out. She looks at me with hungry eyes before I rub her clit and make her fall apart as she continues to fuck herself on my cock. I hold her hips, hard enough to leave bruises. “That's it, Dollface, come for me," I coax as she arches her back. Her lips form an O and her eyes close in euphoria.

"I love the look on your face as you orgasm it's sexy as fuck." I slam my hips up and move my fingers at the same time causing her to come undone further. Before I know what's happening, Storm pulls her nine-millimeter out from under a pillow and holds it between my eyes.

“Storm, what the fuck?" I scream, trying to move her off of me.

"Abbadon wasn't the last man that owes me vengeance, Ace, you are. Your daddy's life for yours, remember?” She thumbs the hammer. "I love you Talon." She kisses my lips, then bites it hard, causing a sharp sting. Warm blood trickles down my chin and copper explodes on my tongue, and then she pulls the trigger.

The click sounds, and I wait for the pain. The flash back moment throughout my life. I knew this was going to happen, but I wasn’t sure of when or how. When the pain doesn’t come, I open my eyes and I see Storm cracking up laughing. "You're crazy as fuck," I say, as she wipes tears of her laughter from her face.

"You wouldn't have me another way," she states, climbing off my now limp dick and slides beside me. "I'll make it up to you I promise.”

"If you're going to kill me, Storm. Do it now," I plead, looking at her. "I don't want to wonder when or if it's going to happen."

"Ace, my Talon, my best friend, my love. I'm not going to kill you." She kisses my cheek. "We are going to make lots of babies. I'm going to be your ol' lady and you're gonna ride bitch on my bike until we are old and gray."

"Does that mean you're giving up being President of Daughters of Doom?" I ask, gazing into her eyes.

"You've lost your Goddamn mind! They are my sisters! You’ll have to deal with us in Kentucky, share the area. Because, my girls and I are going to stay," she states, in a matter-of-fact tone. "Besides I think Chyna and Zeus are fucking."

-The end for now.