I start to pace the cage like a wild animal, running my bloody hands against it.
“Oh, Peeeeet,” a voice comes from the speakers. It’s Harlow’s, but how? “I’ve heard the Beast isn't satisfied with what was offered to him. So I found you one more friend. But make this your last. You can thank me later.” Her voice is seductive and dangerous, causing my cock to stiffen with all the different ways I can show her my gratitude. Looking around, I see a red blinking light connected to a camera and realize that she must be watching me from home. This is her place, after all.
Beast chuckles inside my head, promising that he will be the one who repays our Queen this time. A sinister grin slips across my face as I become more beast than anything, lifting my hand up and making a‘V’with my fingers. My tongue slips out and vulgarly licks the space between them, mimicking what the Beast plans to do to her when he gets her alone.
The cage door opens, and a guy gets tossed in, the door locking behind him. He scrambles back against the cage, shaking and pleading. I cock my head, observing my prey, wondering why they wouldforcesomeone to fight me. It's not exactly what they normally do around here. Everything is about consent when it comes to Queenie's businesses.
As if she can read my mind, Queenie’s voice flows through the speakers once again. “This is the guidance counselor Abby confided in; who she told her story to, and he did nothing to help her. Also, he's a pedo. Have fun, Pet. Make it hurt.”
My pupils dilate, my blood turning into liquid fire as a smile of nightmares slips onto my face. “Well, hello there,” I purr. My voice is deep, low, and filled with pure hatred towards this man. “A deadly Raven told me you wanna play, how fun.”
“No, please, no!” he begs, snot running down his face. “I tried, I tried to help, please! I didn't know what to do for her.”
“Save it, you nut sack! You sound like the adults from Charlie Brown. Wah, wah, wah,” I mock, moving my hand like it's a mouth talking. “So, are you going to at least try to defend yourself? Doesn't really matter to me. Either way, I get to have my fun. Because all work and no play makes Neo a dull boy, and we can't have that now, can we?”
He screams like a little bitch as I pick him up by the throat. His eyes widen as my hands squeeze him tightly while lifting him off the ground, only to toss him across the cage. His back slams against the fence before he face-plants on the ground. He lets out a pained groan before starting to sob again. I grab his feet, pulling him back as he claws at the ground, his nails digging into the floor, leaving bloody trails behind as they rip off of his body.
Getting a good grip on him, I spin him around, like when Miss Trunchbull fromMatildapicked up that sweet little girl by the pigtails and spun her around. Only when I let go of him, he isn't going to be skidding on his ass, clutching handfuls of daisies as he goes. No, his body meets the cage wall at a wrong angle, and I can clearly hear his arms snap.
I climb on top of him, pounding on his face until his jaw is broken. He's choking on his teeth, and his nose is barely hanging on by a thread.
He gurgles on his blood, trying to cough it up. The crowd is going wild as they watch me brutally kill the man beneath me.
My hands throb from the events of the night, and because I don't have any toys to use for this play date, there's only so much I can do. So, I’m pretty much done. But, he's still breathing, so I take my thumbs and place them over both of his eyes, and with all my body weight, I lean forward, pressing them into his sockets. It’s fucking nasty when his eyeballs squish under my thumbs.
“Neo!” Cass says from the open cage door. My feral eyes snap up to his. “Queenie says to go all Negan on his ass.” He tosses me a bat with barbed wire around it.
I let out a crazed chuckle as I catch the bat in my hand and start beating on the guy beneath me once more. I focus most of my strikes to his head, and after only a few hits, it explodes like an overripe watermelon on a warm summer's day, sending pieces flying all over the place.
When I’m done, I stand up breathing, heavily. “Hey, Cass...” I call out.
“What?” he asks, not fazed by the sight before him.
“Look!” I say, bending over and scooping up a handful of brain matter off the ground. “I’m a zombie.” I make my voice sound like one of those mindless cartoon zombies. “Brains!” I hold my hands out and start walking like one too.
I can hear the sounds of people puking around me.God, what a bunch of fucking pussies.Dramatic much?
“Neo, are you done now? Because that’s fucking disgusting and they need to clean this place up. Good thing you're the last fight of the night. Go wash yourself and we can have a few drinks before going back to the hotel.”
“Alright, Cassy boy.” I sigh like it's a big inconvenience to me. I drop the handfuls of goop to the ground with a wet splat before looking over my shoulder at Roadkill Rodney over there with a snicker.
Making my way into the men's room, people avoid me, giving me a wide berth. After scrubbing as much of the blood and other body parts off of me as I can, I exit the men’s room. As I walk out, something tells me to look over my shoulder towards the corner of the room. It’s like some kind of sign from the universe that’s urging my eyes in that direction because when I do, it takes every ounce of my self-control to contain Beast. To keep him from taking over so he can rip the person standing there to shreds.
It’s like a never-ending birthday present train because there he is. The man who worked for us once upon a time. The man we gave thousands of dollars to; to track down Harlow, and deliver it to her. The man who took said money, and ran.
He must have been deep in hiding, living under a fucking rock if he had the balls to step foot in this place. But again, no one outside Evolution knows who Harlow McKaven really is.
Pulling out my cell, I call Cass as I make my way closer to him. I can't remember the fucker's name for shit, but he looks like Sid the sloth fromIce Age, so that's his new name.Congratulations, buddy.
“What's wrong?” Cass asks, knowing that there had to be something up if I was calling him while he was in the same building as me.
“There's an old friend of ours here. One that stole from us and sent our girl on her trip to hell.”
A deadly growl makes its way through the phone. “Where?!”Ohhh, this is gonna be so fucking good.
“Back corner by the DJ booth,” I say before hanging up. I hug the wall, not wanting to draw attention to myself, and spook the little slimeball. When I get close enough, it's almost like he senses me, because he lifts his head up and looks directly at me. A Cheshire grin slowly makes its way across my lips. He pales and turns to bolt, but before he can fully turn around, Axel’s hands clamp down on his shoulders. I reach them just in time for Cass, Dean, and I to surround them, closing the circle around him so he can’t escape.
“Look, boys. We found ourselves an old friend. I think it's about time we caught up, don't you?” Dean purrs, gripping the man's chin painfully and jerking it to force the guy to look at him. “I think our Queen would really love to meet him.”