“No, God no, please!”
“Shhhhh.” Neo shushes him like he's trying to calm a scared child. “This will only hurt... a lot.” Neo’s casual expression turns into something of a nightmare. “Now, be a good boy and look at me.”
Neo wastes no time before slipping the screwdriver under the first eyeball. Blood starts to stream out of his socket as Neo digs around. After some strangled screams and a lot of blood loss, the eye finally pops free, falling to the ground before rolling away. “Not so fast little one.” I swoop down and snatch the eye before it gets lost or squished. “You’re gonna join your friends,” I say, skipping over to the jar and popping it in. The screaming is really starting to give me a headache. I just want to go back to my hotel room, shower, and get some fucking sleep! My eyes flick to the machete next to the jar. With the light shining off of it, it’s like a sign from the universe; a solution to all my problems. Grinning, I grip the handle and go over to Neo as he's about to start on the other eye. “Hold up,” I say getting his attention, his hand hovering over the guy's eye and looks from me to the machete then back up at me in question.
“Mind prying his mouth open? I don't want the fucker to bite me. I might get rabies,” I chuckle. Not that I think he would at this point, I think all the blood loss and pain is getting to him because his screams have turned to half assed whimpers. Neo’s eyes light up as he catches on to what I’m doing.
“Of course, my Queen,” he purrs.
The guy doesn't give us much of a struggle, barely conscious, just some grunts in protest as Neo forces his mouth fully open. I reach in and grasp his tongue, pulling it out. Bringing up the machete, I slice it clean off causing blood to go spurting everywhere. I jump back with a laugh, trying not to get too much on me. This fucker has not been tested, and it is not worth the risk getting more on us than we already have. And I definitely do not want it on my face.
“This one’s a gusher.” Neo laughs, letting go of the guy's head.
“He’s not the only one.” I wink, and Neo gives me hungry eyes in return.
“I plan on seeing that for myself,” Neo promises.
“I’ll be holding you to it,” I say, turning around. “Carry on as you were before,” I call over my shoulder, adding the tongue to the ever-growing pile of small body parts. Soon, I’m not gonna have any room left.
“Maybe we should use him as a Halloween prop,” Neo says. I turn around and see that Neo is done, standing back, and looking at the sad-looking man. His eyes are black holes while his mouth is blubbering like a fish as blood pours down his chin.
“Shit,” I sigh. “We better do the acid now before he dies from blood loss and it's not fun anymore.”
“Good idea. Catch.” Neo tosses me the eye. With just enough room left, I add it to the jar before capping it off. I grab the funnel and the bottle of acid while Neo opens the guy's mouth again, but this time he also tips his head back.
“Well, buddy, I’d say it was nice knowing you, but that would be a lie.” I laugh, putting the funnel in place. “How about we have one last drink before calling it a night?” I open the jug and start to pour it down his throat. He gags immediately, but I keep going until he starts to cough, making it spray out.
“Fuck!” Neo barks out a laugh, jumping back. “That was close.” He makes his way around to stand next to me. We both watch the guy’s eye fill with shocked horror, coughing and gagging as he struggles to breathe. Blood and acid flows from his mouth. This is one of the most fucked-up things I’ve ever done.Some of my best work, if I do say so myself.
“Welp, he's no fun anymore." I look at the now lifeless body with a pout. I turn to Neo. “Ready to go?” I ask.
“Umm.” He looks at me awkwardly. “Don't you want to... you know?”
“Screw like I’ll die if I don't have an orgasm right away?” I smile.
“Yeah, pretty much,” he chuckles.
“I do. Ireallydo. But I'm so fucking exhausted that I would probably fall asleep mid-fuck, and I don’t think either of us want that hit to our egos. Also, I really need a shower.”
“Good point,” he says with a nod.
We start to walk away, but a thought comes to mind. “Wait,” I say, running back to the table of toys, and grabbing a dagger off the top. I bend over and dig through the chest under the table that usually holds all my tools when they aren’t in use. Finding what I'm looking for, I go over to the body.
I slip on some gloves, then undo the guy’s pants.
“Mistress?” Neo asks, “What are you doing?”
Saying nothing, I grab the corpse’s limp, small-as-fuck dick, and slice it off. I put it in another jar pre-filled with formaldehyde and cap it off. “Done,” I say, pulling off the gloves and tossing them on the body.
“Whatcha got there?" Neo asks, amusement thick in his tone.
“A gift,” I say, extremely proud of myself. I beam up at him while shaking the jar slightly as I show off what’s inside.
“You got me a dick in a jar?” he asks skeptically, his brow rising and his nose wrinkles.
“Not you, silly.” I roll my eyes. “For Alex.”
“That's morbidly thoughtful of you.”