Page 12 of The First Seal
“Okay love, we will do whatever you say. Come on guys let’s get this douche canoe hung up,” I say, rubbing my hands together.
We work together to suspend Dmitri from the ceiling just like our Goddess of Death wants. Once he is in place, we all walk over to the couch and wait for her. She is looking through the knives, and we all sit there and watch her.
“Let me go you fucking whore!” Dmitri yells out. I can sense her body tense from the words that just spilled from his mouth. I will feed him his own cock, if he ever says that to my Little Siren again.
“I will kill you when I get free.” He spits, missing his mark as it dribbles down his chin.
Ember saunters over to him with a knife in her hand. I can’t tell which one she has. She is standing in front of him. She positions the blade right in the middle of his chest.
Cocking her head to the side, she asks him. “Who said you will be getting free?”
“I know you won’t kill me, you don’t have it in you.”
She starts laughing like a maniac “Why do you think that?” she croons.
“Because I am your best friend.” He groans out a shitty grin upon his broken face.
“Ha, You really think we are friends. I haven’t even seen you since you raped me. Plus, even if I wasn’t able to kill you, they would be able to.” She says pointing at us four.
“And who do you think was doing the killings for my father? Hmmm, I know it wasn’t you because you couldn't even aim the gun and you ran away like a coward when those two lackeys came after you.” A shocked look appears on his face. “Oh, before you ask, I only know about that because Papa was the one who sent them after you. Just to test you. I was in the car watching to see what would happen. Didn’t you ever wonder why Papa never asked you to do a job after that?”
“Oh, look, Dmitri is now speechless and dumbfounded.” Ezra says, watching Ember's every move.
“Just so we are on the same page, the only way you will be leaving here is in a body bag.” She snarled with a menacing grin while sliding the blade from his chest to his belly button.
She made sure he felt every bit of pain as she had when he took her innocence. Cutting in deep, the knife sunk into the soft area of the abdomen, spreading it wide open. Blood splattered all over her voluptuous tits and gorgeous face making her the very image of the Goddess of Death. Like a crazed animal set on revenge, she took the knife, fileting the skin around each of his nipples towards his neck in an agonizing pace. She left enough skin attached that the nipples hung off his chest, lifeless like he soon would be. When she tore them from his body the skin followed leaving the layer of muscles exposed. Watching him bleed out and scream in agony at her hands was making my cock hard as a rock.
Looking over at my brothers, I could tell they were getting turned on as well because of the way they kept adjusting themselves. When I looked back over at my Little Siren, she was panting, and her victim was passed out.
Covered in his blood she turned around and looked at us with a mischievous grin and started sauntering towards us.
“Aspen, can you play a song for me please?” She asks out of breath.
“Sure love any particular song you have in mind?” Curiosity lacing his voice.
“Just something I can kill too.” She hums as she grabs me.
All of our eyes go wide in shock. Aspen grabs his phone out of his pocket and the song that comes on is Dirtier Thought by Nation Haven. It’s one of his favorites.
Looking like the Goddess of Death she takes the knife and begins to slowly filet the skin off his balls. A high pitched scream escapes Dmitri, the pitch grating on my sensitive ears. The wail was long and drawn out like a banshee seeing a looming death. “Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You know you asked for this! Now you will know my pain.” She spits in his face and grips his cock roughly in her tiny hand squeezing the tip. Grabbing the blowtorch and turning it on, she starts to slowly burn his cock until it turns into a charcoaled hot dog. She watches as he writhes in pain and starts begging for mercy.
“P-please Ember, please stop. I’m s-sorry for what I did to you. I should have never raped you. I am a piece of shit for what I have done. Please, I'm begging you to stop.” He cries as she continues to burn his cock with the blowtorch.
“Have you raped other women?” My little siren asks as she pulls the blowtorch away from his cock.
He hesitates before answering, “Y-yes, yes I have.”
“How many Dmitri?” She demands.
“A lot,” he says.
“How many? Give me a damn number, you asshole.” She yells, getting frustrated with him.
He starts sobbing again after she grips and pulls on his charcoaled dick. "Fifteen."
“Wow, fifteen women you have raped. And I bet I am the only one who you have attempted apologizing to. Well, I'm not going to stop, you are going to die by my hands.”
She puts down the blowtorch and picks up the knife again. With a swing, she brings the blade of the knife down on the base of his cock and saws it off.