Page 80 of Liberated By Sin
“You’re safe now,” I whispered, stroking her hair.
Maybe she’d finally let go because she knew she’d be at peace.
Rolling moans from the living room threw me back into the present.
He will never know peace.
“Come here…you goddamn crazy whore!”
I met his stone-faced glare and grinned as I snatched his flaccid, severed cock from the carpet. “You made me this way.”
“No, oh, god, no! Please!” he begged like a bitch.
The ice pick holding my hair in a bun slipped from my curls, letting them loose.
“Was she the girl you were talking about? The one you said was mouthy?”
“Please…don’t do this.” Bloody drool trickled down his chin.
“Answer the damn question.”
He yanked at his impaled hand, but his efforts were in vain. He was too weak. “Fuck, I don’t know.”
“Let me jog your memory.” I jabbed the pick through his urethra.
“Oh, fuck…Stop!”
“Yes or no?” His dick was halfway skewered.
“Okay! Okay…Yes!”
His desperation was amusing. Did he actually think his favorite appendage was salvageable? As if he’d need it where he was going.
“Now we’re getting somewhere. Tell me, what did you do to teach her a lesson?”
His fist pounded against the carpet, and he cried when he dared to peek between his legs, hoping this was all just a nightmare. Like he wasunable to accept the idea that his prized possession was indeed gone.
“I’m going to kill you,” he grumbled from between his teeth.
Squatting to his level, I chuckled and gripped his hair. “Always the same empty threats, even when I have you by the literal balls—or, in your case, cock.”
I’d had the pleasure of witnessing many men cry at death’s door but never seen one sob as ugly as this bastard. His features pinched, mouth hanging open as bloody drool oozed from the corners. The sight would have been laughable had it not been so utterly pathetic. For someone who dished out pain and torture so freely, I was almost disappointed.
“Since you’re refusing to speak, I’m going to assume that poor girl’s last moments with you involved this sorry strip of meat. Am I right?”
“Fuck…you.”
I flashed him a grin, then slapped him with his own dick kabob. “The only one fucked here is you. However, I will cut you a small break, only because she doesn’t deserve to spend another moment trapped in your bathroom. But first…”
The man’s eyes widened when I reached for his shirt and tore it open.
“What are you doing?”
“Just sending a message.”
Skewering his severed penis the rest of the way, I used the sharpened point to carve into his chest as he squealed with every tear of flesh.
“There,” I said with a wink.