“Gah! This is such a waste of time!” I exclaim exasperated as the damn meat grinder won't unlatch how much I tried to wrench it.
“Well, if I can’t bring this thing to you then we’ll have to do it the other way around, is that okay with you Nicholas?” But all I’d got was unrecognizable and barely audible words that I can’t even make out. Well, his brother’s tongue and the duct tape really did serve their purpose. Then an idea crossed my mind.
“Here’s the thing since these two guys are obviously passed out I want you to wake them, ready?” I asked excitedly, the meat grinder now forgotten.
I strode the small distance between the butcher table where Antonio lay sleeping and inspected each butcher knife on the toolbox contemplating which one to use since they were all beautifully made.
“Hey, Nicholas which one do you want—” I asked not even glancing in his direction. “—this one or this one?” pointing the two different butcher knives in front of me. I know they’re all a bit identical since they were butcher knives and he can't exactly see them spread out on the table, but I can't help it I just want what’s best for him even if he doesn't know it.
The sharper one could give me quick and clean-cut but if he wants to prolong the pain being the masochist that he is, I could also give him that.
Well, look at me getting sappy over useless things.
“Do you want the blunt one?” I inquired raising a brow, not that he can see it by the way.
His only answer was a gurgling noise.
“Okay, that’s fine with me. The louder you scream the better. It would make my job a little less tiring and a lot more fun and entertaining.” I pick up the knife before slowly advancing to his spot.
His eyes widen a fraction as he silently begs for his life and his brother. I touched the cold metal on the base of his arm menacingly. He flinched at the contact while a full-blown grin forms on my face.
Lovely.
In an excruciatingly slow motion, I made a small cut on his skin, testing the sharpness of it or the lack thereof. I heard him hiss, his veins bulging on his neck and his forehead as the first sprout of blood gushed from the wound.
I stared at his face, our eyes connecting for a moment before he broke it.
“Ready?” Then I peeled off the duct tape from his mouth and right before he can split his brother’s tongue on the floor I brought down the knife on his unsuspecting arm. The knife goes down a quarter on his arm’s diameter as it lodges on his bone. A gurgled scream erupted from his mouth as a healthy flow of blood and a shout of pure pain spurt from him.
I rest for a minute, watching him sob and hiss in pain. His snot and saliva mixed on his chin while he continue to sob. ‘It must hurt like a bitch.’ I mused internally.
His eyes were dropping like he's going to pass out at any second so I did the most honorable thing to do during this kind of situation—I pull the knife off his arm before bringing it down, chopping it relentlessly until it falls off from his shoulder, giving my face a good splash of his blood.
My hands were wet in blood as I reached for the duct tape haphazardly discarded on the floor and started to loop the tape on his wound where I cut off his arm. It took me a while to completely wrap it since the duct tape was slipping off from his wet skin.
I stared at my handy work proudly. The blood was still flowing but not enough to kill him off from losing too much.
Since he lost all the care on the world, I didn't bother him anymore and dragged the severed arm near the meat grinder before heaving it to the nearest butcher block.
“This is nice,” I commented as I started cutting into halves so they will fit into the grinder's mouth. The machine hummed as it slowly turn his arm into unrecognizable heaps of ground meat in the basin. I shivered. While the grinding machine did its work I survey my unfortunate victims, they were all pale wearing terrified, shock, and horror on their faces.
It’s time to end the fun.
I walked towards the sleeping Antonio, slapped him hard, waking him from slumber. “W-what?” He stammered. Without saying a word I started to skin Antonio alive which was a lot more fun than I expected it to be. Him, not passing out was a bonus since I love to hear his scream of suffering and his cries of pain. But before I could peel off the last of his skin he peacefully let go of his life. Which is sad in context not that I could feel anything for him. I then chopped him into small pieces for them to be able to fit in the grinding machine, just leaving his blood-covered skin on the table.
And his head.
Next was Caleb which was surprisingly wearing a defeated face as he looked at me in the eyes, attempting to find my nonexistent soul.
I had lost it a long time ago. I think long before I killed my father and before I realized that everything I saw on the daily basis was all just a cover-up from the ugly reality.
It's not the world that is cruel, it's the people. My dad always beat me to black and blue except the face so, he could not see what kind of monster he had become through the years.
Same as everyone.
So, I needed to show them what they are. Monsters.
My innocence was stolen from me by the people like Nicholas and Caleb. I'm one of the victims of this tragedy, broken by reality. My scars are like a badge reminding me every day of what had the nightmare brought down by my father has made me.
I looked into his face letting him peek through my hardened walls. I didn’t know what exactly he sees but I saw him flinch before he mouthed a silent sorry and nodded his head in an affirmative. So, I did without batting an eyelid.
I chopped off Caleb’s head, ending his life. It was a merciful death. Quick and clean.
I watched, mesmerized as his blood spurts from his headless body like a renaissance fountain on its period while his body shook violently as the last of his life vanished.
Dragging a headless and lifeless body isn’t an easy feat. But cutting his body into tiny pieces was my kind of fun which in my part was more merciful than what his brother would get. I then stuffed his severed body into the grinder, playing basketball with his meat, leaving his head on the table next to Antonio's.
Two down, I to go.
And lastly, Nicholas. I grab a wrench from the box, testing the weight and its compatibility in my hand. Unlike his brother, Nicholas Salazar wore his boundless hatred on his face. Which was quite comical I might add.
“Quit the dramatics Nicholas, it won't save you.” I spat at his face. His face contorted in pure rage as colorful curses and threats spurt out from his mouth while jerking in an attempt to free from his binds. I gritted my teeth in annoyance.
“You can't escape from this, Nicholas.” Then I slammed his slightly elevated knees sideways with the wrench giving me the satisfying sound of something cracking or rather his ball of socket breaking as I hit it more times than necessary.
Then I stared at him in the eyes, my face full of mockery. “You’re a mess darling to bad our love story didn’t last.” His eyes widen as realization hit him hard on the gut as he learned my true identity.
“That’s right Nicholas. I am the same naïve, innocent virgin you are always coerced to suck your cock. No worries I always enjoy sucking you.” I cut the wire on his feet freeing them as I spread it apart.
“Too bad none of it were true.”
“Besides the fact that you taste good and got the size and length of a true man I also love the feeling of your prick in my mouth as it slammed down my throat.” I retrieve the scissors from the box and started to hack off his jeans and boxers. Then, I pull off his ripped jeans and boxers while he screams in pain.
Whoops.
“Sorry,” I said though I couldn’t care less what he feel at this moment. Then massage his growing erection with my hands making it harder. His eyes rolled back as the pain and pleasure rocked his body mercilessly.
“You're a perfect boyfriend, Nicholas. If I'm a normal girl I would probably fall in love with you. You could easily detach yourself from your work when you're with me. But it's not enough. Nothing is, for me.” I squatted aligning his cock on bare my cunt. I easily slid in until it bottom out knocking me breathless. I rocked back and forth as I moan in pleasure, driving myself mindless.
“You see, I was raped and physically abused at an early age by people like you. This is my way of ridding the world of its rotten inhabitants.” I grind my hips rubbing my clitoris on the patch of hair on his lower abdomen, making me moan loudly.
“Hmm…hmmm” I moan as I neared my climax. He groaned as I pound harder and faster. Then I'm falling, my cunt clenched his tool as we convulsed into the peak of our orgasm.
“Luna, you can still stop this. I lo—” His used cock easily slid out on my vagina as I stand, cutting off his confession of love. Grabbing his hair harshly I tip it backward before sitting on his face.
“EAT ME!” At first, he was hesitant as I rub my clit on his nose. I can feel our juices pouring out in his mouth as he sucks it. He feeds on my hole like a newborn babe, his tongue sliding in and out before rotating it inside my genital. I slowly rock my hips as I ride his head still holding his hair.
He then sucks and bites my clitoris making me gasp in pleasure as another orgasm break through me. Spurts of juices gush down his throat making him groan. Sated, I let go of his head as I stand beside him, my feet wobbling as I straightened my skirt.
“Now, now that was a great performance and all but…” I snatched the wrench on the floor and strike his balls and cock in one go. It easily smashes into a puddle of skin and blood combined on the floor.
“…it’s all over now."
•••Nicholas howled in immense pain as the wrench successfully decoupled his family jewels from his body. Blood splattered everywhere as his body made involuntary spasms before folding from the agony of my assault.“BITCH!” He rasped out, in between his hollowed breaths.“Oh! Goody, I am not yet done, honey.” I sneered down at him. Like always I waited for guilt to crawl up to my veins yet as expected none came. I should have been disappointed, right? But I don't feel anything. There’s no remorse or shame just the vast hollowness that has been dwelling inside me for a long time.“I’m going to fucking kill you!” He said in icy cold and calm voice. His jaw clenched as he gritted his teeth in an effort to suppress the pain and his rage.I snickered.“Really?! As far as I can remember you did not complain while I fuck you while I let you come inside me!” I didn’t know why I was suddenl
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