Page 14 of Raven's Daggers
“What has your wheels spinning over there, man?” He asks. Running my hands through my hair, I look up at him.
“Oh nothing, just the little firecracker. We have been friends for a long ass time and never have we liked the same type of girl, but there’s just something about HER I can’t shake.” Themention of her gets Luis’ attention. Leaning over the bike he’s working on, he chimes in.
“She’s definitely something. When I pulled all her info up, there’s nothing about her past at all, like it was wiped clean. Which, seeing as she works with Eddie and Zeke, I’m sure they managed all that.
Honestly, I’m surprised I even found out where she lived. Don’t even ask how I got into her security system. And with us running weapons for them, and doing our own jobs, I don’t know how we’ve never run into her before.” He has a point. We’ve been working with Eddie for a long time, and with Zeke being their uncle, I’m not sure how any of us have never seen her before.
“From the minute she walked in to drop her bike off, it’s like whatever darkness lurks in her, called out to mine. Plus, she’s nothing but sass and attitude, and that just makes me want her even more.” Reyes laughs as Luis and I nod in agreement. She has this whole dark angel vibe going and I’m pretty sure she just called to the devil in all of us.
We continue talking about jobs we have coming up, and I help work on the bikes for the rest of the afternoon, all of us trying to do what we can to make the day go by faster. I need tonight to hurry and get here because I’m ready to see my Little Viper again.God I’m obsessed already.
Chapter nine
Raven
Walking into the basement at Orpheus, I head over to the speakers, plug my phone in, and put onRest in PeacebyDorothyon repeat. The basement down here is decently big. The floors are white tile, with multiple drains. There are a couple of steel tables bolted to the floor, multiple surgical tools and saws laid out on the tables against the wall.Plus some other fun things, just in case we get creative.I carry my own bag of tools around. There are just certain ones I prefer to use most of the time, and other things I want to try out. Laying most of what I want to use on the rolling cart, I push it in front of me as I make my way across the floor.
Walking to the man chained to the ceiling, I lower him just enough for me to have better access to all of him. He starts with the usual mumbling, “I’ll kill you for this. Do you know who I am?”oh, and my absolute favorite, “You’ll be the next whore we get to rape.”Blah blah blah, doesn’t he know this is why he’s down here to begin with.Grabbing the scalpel from the cart, Ibring it to his shirt and slice through it. Bringing the blade to his stomach, I take my time as I start to make small slices, humming along to the song.
“You're a sick bitch!” He spits at me. “Well that’s not very nice.” I sneer as I walk over to the table, rummaging through my bag for the ball gag. Walking back to him I order,
“Open up.” He just looks at me, smiling sinisterly, but he doesn’t listen. I take the scalpel and slice down the side of his cheek. He screams, giving me the perfect opportunity to shove the ball gag in. I move quickly, walking behind him to buckle it.There, that should shut him up.
“So, how many girls have you touched with these stubby little fingers of yours? You know what, don’t tell me, it doesn’t matter anyway.” Chuckling, I saunter over to the toolboxes where I find the gloves and razor wire. Putting the gloves on and walking back over to him, I start wrapping the razor wire in between his fingers. Him trying to scream only makes me pull on the wire harder, watching as the blood starts running down his hands and painting his arm in crimson stripes. Moving to the next hand, I do the same.
His struggle brings me back to the night I killed Brock.
Wrapping the chains around his throat, I pull tight until he falls unconscious.
Hanging him from the same ceilings I used to hang from, watching the blade slicing into his face and the blood dripping down his cheeks, brings a sinister smile to my face. His screams grate on my nerves. Finding a dirty rag laying on the floor, I pick it up and shove it in his mouth.
“I hope this hurts you as much as you used to hurt me.” I spit, full of rage. I slice into his body multiple times like he did to me, the feeling of my blade cutting his skin for once made me crave more. Moving up to his hands, I cut off each finger, one by one, taking my time slicing through every muscle he touchedme with. I listen to him try and scream, but the gag muffles it so beautifully, especially when I cut off his small dick. Taking the dirty rag out of his mouth, I replace it with the disgusting appendage. Watching him be the one to try and scream around his own shriveled dick brings me a new sense of joy. The killing blow is when I glide the knife, oh so slowly, across his throat and watch the blood spill from his artery. It’s a beautiful sight watching the life leave his eyes.
The dirty cunt I currently have tied up pulls me from my memory as the sound of him thrashing in his chains brings me back.
“You know, I used to be in your position. Chained to the ceiling, someone raping me while leaving slices all over my body. Oh, that reminds me! There’s something I wanna try, you don’t mind right? Of course you don’t.” Laughing and giving his shoulder a smack, I skip back over to my bag. Iknew this would come in handy one day.Grabbing the 10” dildo I bought I walk back over, running the toy over his arms, coating it in his blood before walking behind him.
“You ever stop to think how those girls felt every time they were raped, or beaten? Do you want to?” I wiggle my brows as he shakes his head back and forth. “Don’t worry baby, I'm taking your choice away, just like you did to them!” He begins screaming harder behind the gag. As I shove the toy into his tight asshole, I pause about halfway when I notice the blood slowly start dripping out.I shrug my shoulders as I bury the rest of the toy in before walking back around to face him. He’s still screaming around the gag, and when he sees the smile plastered on my face, his tears pour down his ugly face. Blood continues to cover his arms and drips to the floor.
Grabbing one of my daggers from my hip, I cut through his pants, making deep cuts on his legs, making sure I’m missing themajor arteries.I want to drag this out. Going up to his sides, I do the same thing.
Stepping back, I admire my work. Yeah, he definitely looks on the verge of passing out. Taking the gloves off, I throw them at the cart and reach for his shriveled dick. I make a clean slice through the tissue and set the flaccid muscle on his shoulder. His eyes start to flutter closed.
Grabbing the adrenaline shot off the cart, I stab him in the leg and inject it, watching as his eyes pop open.
“Ah, welcome back. I want you awake for all of this. Can’t have you missing all the fun, now can we?” I ask as he just looks at me, shaking his head while mumbling something.
“Don’t worry, I have places to be tonight so I won’t take up much more of your time.” I giggle, grabbing my dagger again, slowly dragging the blade from one side of his stomach to the other. I pause for a second hearing the door bang open, but I’m so caught up in the moment I don’t pay attention to who it is.
“Raven?” Someone asks before walking up behind me and grabbing my shoulder. Whipping around, I hold my dagger to his dick and my eyes widen when I notice it’s Reyes. I’m so lost in myself that I have no idea what he’s saying right now. Damien and Luis walk up next to him and call my name too.
Removing my dagger from against Reyes, I turn back to my friend and quickly slice across the man’s throat, watching as the blood spills out and sprays me. I stay locked in on the scene for another minute before turning around to look at the guys again,
“Can I help you?” I spit out.
“We’ve been trying to get a hold of you for hours. I texted Naomi and she said you were probably still here. She said that you were probably fine and just got caught up on the job. So here we are. Jesus, is this part of your job?” Reyes retorts looking over my shoulder. Ignoring his question and looking around theroom, has it really been hours? It doesn’t even feel like I have been here that long.
Walking to the table, I grab a rag and try to wipe some of the blood from my hands. I’m yanked around, coming face to face with all three guys.