Page 45 of Savage Keepsakes

“Sounds good. Let me know the address, and I’ll get you guys home.”

“45th Street. It’s the penthouse. My dad owns it. He’ll pay you any sum of money you want.”

I nod, writing the information into the notes app on my phone.

“So, you’ll drive us home?”

“Us?” I cock my head and reach into my back pocket.

With a firm grip, I bring out the sharpened sounding rod, its texture filling my palm. I grab his junk by the base and slide it into the piss hole. His screams of agony now fill my ears like a melodic symphony.

I glance up at him and see he’s biting his lip. Blood trickles down his chin and his dick is angry and throbbing.

“Just need you to do a favour for me, then I’ll let you go. My girl, you see, she’s an author and needs to know something for authentic reasons.”

I work on the restraints, but he drops to the straw-covered ground. Helping him, I let his arm swing over my shoulders as I lead him to the other room.

“What kinda research?”

“Book shit. You do this for me. I’ll make sure you’re home to daddy in no time.”

I glance at him. He struggles with breathing, but continues hobbling as we come to the room. His strangled cry rings in my ear as his former companion comes into view.

“Oh my god, Sage. What the fuck did you do to her? She’s my one and only. How could you?” he sputters out, gasping for air.

“Told you, I’ll getyouhome.”

I place his hands on the table next to her head. One eye stares up in shock, while the other rests on the wooden surface.

Sweat pours from his face and I grin. His breathing is laboured as he turns to look at me.

“What do I have to do?”

“Isn’t she your soulmate here?” I laugh and he turns to look at me, snot streaming down into his mouth as he fights through the pain.

“If it gets me home, I’ll do whatever it takes.”

Loyalty isn’t a high quality in him.

I turn her head to face him, the skin that remains making a loud scratching sound against the wooden surface.

“Fuck her eye socket. I cleared it for you.” I stand back, watching him struggle with the decision. Go home or die.

He gags, but leans against the table and strokes her hair before grabbing his hard dick and sticking it close to her face.

It won’t fit, and as he looks at me, I shrug.

Leaning over, I grab a hammer and smash the side of her skull, opening it up for him. He doesn’t look at me, but barfs over the front of her, covering her muscles in brown liquid.

“Try again,” I say.

“Dude, it won’t work. This is too fucked up. I can’t do this.” Tears stream down his face, his sobs growing more intense. Vomit drips down the front of his shirt.

Urging him to try again, I grip the back of his neck. He gags, and tries to puke again, but he moves forward, running his fingers over the skin left on her chin.

Brian inserts himself into the shattered eye socket, fitting, but the fragmented skull tears at his member. Blood lines her bone, and he won’t stop wincing.

“Enough,” I tell him.

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