Page 61 of My Turn

“I kinda do.”

“B-but why? I’ll leave her alone.”

“Mostly, it’s because you’re an asshole. I also need more fertilizer.”

“W-hat?”

I nodded toward the far end of the room. He squinted his eyes, but there was no sign that he knew what he was looking at.

“It’s a composting vessel,” I explained. “The body goes in, it’s cocooned with natural, biodegradable material that will help it to break down, and it’s kept at the perfect temperature through the different phases of the process. If you do it right, it can take less than two months. It’s the perfect way to get rid of a body in its entirety. I can grind down the bones into a powder and add it to the rest, then you become food for my garden. It’s the circle of life,” I sang loudly, throwing my arms out with a wide smile.

“Oh, god, you’re really going to kill me.”

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I am.” I pushed on the back of his elbow so that his arm straightened. When I made a shallow slice, just enough for it to hurt like a bitch when he moved his arm, hescreamed as if I’d stabbed him. “Jesus, you can howl. I’m gonna call you fucking Balto.”

“Please, I w-won’t talk to her again. I won’t talk to any woman in the fucking world if that’s what you want.”

Leaning on the raised arm of the bed, I tapped the blade against the hard plastic. “Here’s the problem. You are what I might call an incel, or close to one. Clearly, you think women owe you something. They don’t. That thing in your pants…” I pointed at it with the knife, which made him tense. “I’ve got one too. Am I harassing women who don’t want to date me? Am I acting like having a Y chromosome somehow makes me better than them? Fuck no, I’m not.”

I paused to consider my words. Alana wasn’t some random woman and it was different. She hadn’t contacted the cops again or told me about her stalker since the time she saw me on the deck. I tattooed her fucking clit, yet she still texted me back. She’d since blocked me, but that would be remedied soon enough. She was curious enough to land herself in a position to let me in just a little bit more every time I saw her.

“So, yeah, as I was saying, you are who you are. If it takes me threatening your life for you to decide you can suddenly be a decent person and treat women like equals, then you’re a lost cause. Anyone will change their tune when they’re tortured.”

“T-tortured?”

“I want you to know that I’m not doing this because I enjoy it. It’s just how things have to be.”

Keeping his arm straight, I dug the blade into the front of his shoulder. When he thrashed, I tightened the strap around his chest and held on tighter. The knife cut through with more ease than I’d expected and when it met more resistance, I lessened the pressure. I started to drag it further down, making one long slice from shoulder to wrist.

As the sides split from each other, I imagined it was a grotesque flower beginning to bloom. It was fitting since he would be feeding my garden soon.

Blood dripped onto the floor, covering my bare feet. Both of those could be washed since I’d installed seamless marble across the entire space. Whereas concrete was too porous to risk blood splatter, this was functional.

He screamed for me to stop and when I moved to the other arm, he became incoherent. He was blubbering, crying, praying, cursing me.

“Relax. It’s not deep enough for you to bleed out. If you hadn’t made her cry, I would’ve made this easier for you,” I noted, moving toward his lower body.

His eyes were heavy, so I decided to forego the legs. I ripped open the front of his pants and cut them a little further down to give me more room. With renewed vigor, he bucked on the bed.

“Don’t touch me. Don’t fucking touch me with that.”

I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pair of gloves. I already had his blood on me, but this was different. This required a buffer, otherwise it felt wrong.

“Dick or balls?” I asked.

“No, no, no. Stop, please. Oh, god, help me.”

“It doesn’t really matter which goes first. I say dick. You might pass out after and I really want you to feel that one the most. It’s a good thing you’ve stayed hard throughout this. I bet you were wondering why. Or were you not thinking about your dick for once?”

He stared at it in horror. “W-what…”

“Just blue pills, nothing to worry about. The amount I gave you might be fatal, but I needed to make sure it’d work and, well, you’re not getting out of here anyway.”

He was muttering nonsense again. I grabbed the middle of his shaft, grimacing the whole time. I never thought I’d touch aman’s dick, let alone his rock solid one. And if I did, it wouldn’t be like this.

When the cold steel touched him, he started screaming bloody fucking murder. I just wanted to get it over with at this point, so I swiped it downward, then back up in a sawing motion. I didn’t think there was a way for a man to do this without feeling a bit queasy. It sent a shudder through me, but I soldiered on.

Halfway through, Preston passed out, so I dropped his dick. It flopped over and I thought it’d tear the rest of the way off, but it just hung there limply. I used smelling salts to wake him and he jolted for a moment but then passed out again.

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