Arnold blubbered like a bitch as we walked into the room and shut the door. The smell of piss and bleach from the last sucker who died here filled the air, and I couldn’t help but smile at the state of the asshole. He was soaked with piss and sweat, covered in bruises and cuts.
He also wasn’t wearing any pants.
I didn’t tell Dani that I snuck away during the night and shoved hot needles under his nails. I couldn’t sleep and I needed to hurt the fucker without killing him, so I had Bash keep watch over my girl while I played with my prey.
“What’s on his–”
“That’s your surprise. It’s a contraption I came up with. Think of it as one of those finger traps but for dick. Acock blockif you will. As he gets hard, it will constrict on his dick and the sharp edges will cut into his skin, providing a very, very painful experience for him. Do you like it?” I asked as I slithered my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. She groaned, tipping her head to the side to give me better access.
My cock was already hard waiting for the next part of Arnold’s punishment.
It wasn’t my usual method of torture, but this sick fucker deserved something special for what he’d done.
She nodded her head in approval as the little bitch cried, tossing his head back in agony. “You realize you’re going to get caught. You won’t get away with this. You won’t get away with killing me!”
“Yes we will,” I grinned manically. “You’re not as important as you think you are. You also don’t have as many friends as you think you do. How does it feel to lose control, Arnold? Every one of your men sang like canaries right before we shot them last night.”
Arnold sobbed, understanding his fate. He could beg all he wanted–he wasn’t getting out of this. He couldn’t threaten his way out. He couldn’t buy his way out. He wouldn’t get away with what he did to my girl.
He was fucked.
I spun Dani around, putting my hands on her face. “You ready, sweetheart? You can do anything you want to him.”
“My heart is pounding so hard. I didn’t even know he was the one who raped me until last night.” She turned back to him, her eyes hardening. “But I’ve never been more ready for anything.”
“I wasn’t sure if you’d want these.” I pulled her brass knuckles from my pocket. My girl was wicked with those things.
She took them from my hands and slid them on. “What happened to his nails?”
“Eh, minor accident,” I shrugged.
She smiled before walking up to the monster and slapping a piece of duct tape over his screaming mouth. “I don’t want to hear your awful voice ever again. I hear it enough in my nightmares.”
I leaned up against the wall and watched her do her thing. I’d watched her do this plenty of times, but this time was different. She wasn’t just angry as she threw punches to his stomach and face, she was…sad.
Her eyes welled with tears as she struck him. Prior to everything that happened over the last few weeks, she never cried. She was finally letting her emotions out.
She pounded his face a few more times but she wasn’t feeling it. She looked around and spotted the tool cart. She removed her brass knuckles, placing them on top of the cart, and pulled out a set of sharp daggers.
“I didn’t get to confront my father. You took that away from me,” she said as she made a trip around Arnold’s chair. She slammed one of the daggers into his leg, making him muffle a scream behind the tape. “And my father was a horrible human. His soul was black and his heart hollow. But he did do something for me. Something I think you’ll like.”
She pulled another dagger from the cart and jabbed it into Arnold’s thigh, in a similar spot as the first one but in the opposite leg. “He showed me where to stab a person so they wouldn’t die, but they could feel the most pain. Isn’t that lovely?”
Arnold’s cries were music to my ears. Dani scowled at him as she stuck another dagger into his calf. “You were so proud of what you did to me. What you took from me. I will think of this moment every single day for the rest of my life,” she growled into his ear as tears fell down his cheeks.
She scoffed as she grabbed another dagger. She ran the blade down his chest, teasing him for a moment before she began carving letters into his skin. It wasn’t deep, but it had to hurt like a motherfucker.
P-E-D-O
She took a step back and admired her work as blood trickled from his wounds. Arnold was barely hanging onto consciousness, but I wasn’t going to let him get out of it that easily.
I cracked a tube of smelling salts and waved it under his nose, making him jolt awake. He cried again as he realized what was coming next.
I looked at my girl and tears filled her eyes. Her shoulders were slumped as she stared at Arnold. I wrapped my arms around her and held her against me as her body shook. “It’s over, baby. I fucking promise you. No one will ever hurt you again.”
I kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back for a few moments. When she pulled away and looked up at me, my heart wanted to shatter. This girl had been through so much pain and heartache and I didn’t help with my bullshit behavior.
That’s what hurt me the most, knowing I’d caused her pain for no fucking reason.