Page 16 of Broken Shadows

I’m going to enjoy this.

I grab the same scalpel Edward had forced me to squeeze, then stand over him, his limbs tied by my shadows, forcing him to face the ground. I kneel at his side, shove the blade into his palm, then whispers. “Now squeeze.”

“Fuck you!” he splutters, tears bubbling from his bloodshot eyes.

“You’d fucking like that, wouldn’t you?” I grab a fistful of his hair, lifting his head up. “Squeeze the blade or I’ll use it to cut your throat.”

He’s trembling, and a faint smell of urine permeates the air surround us. The coward has wet himself.

“Please, don’t do this,” he begs, but his words only feed my rage until I’m blind with it.

“Now!” I shout, pulling his hair tighter until he lets out a scream. “Serve your fucking penance, you coward.”

He shakes his head again.Fuck.

My shadows, like ribbons of darkness, tighten around him. I flick my fingers and my magic forces him onto his back.

I lean over him. I won’t kill him yet. No. I plan on enjoying this torture. I’ll make him see what a despicable cunt he really is.

His eyes shift a little, and I realize he’s glaring at my chest. He looks up quickly, but it’s too late.

“Oh, this is what you want,” I say with a laughter that doesn’t sound like my own. “You want me to fuck you,Dad?It’s what you’ve always wanted, right? Like my magic, you suppressed it.”

His nostrils flare. “I would never fuck a whore of Satan!”

My fists ball and my shadows constrict. “No?” I ask, my eye twitching. He really has justified everything, including his revolting lust. “Then why did you touch me when I was just a kid?” I scream until my throat hurts.

“It was penance.”

“It was rape!” I yell, spit flying from my mouth onto his face.

“Don’t pretend you didn’t want it. That you weren’t trying to seduce me. I only did what I had to do, to punish you.”

My heart hammers so loudly I can’t hear myself think. I grab the scalpel from his shaking fingers, then climb on top of him. “If the last thing I do in this world is to take you out of it, then it will all have been worth it.”

Shock widens his stare when I unzip his pants, one click of the zipper at a time. “What are you doing?”

I smile. “What you always wanted. Touching your dick.” I grab him through his urine-soaked boxers, and squeeze until he’s writhing against me. His screams are a lullaby to the pain and hurt buried in my mind.

I squeeze tighter, digging my nails into his dick until he’s screams are dry, raspy, and desperate. Bringing the scalpel lower, I free the shriveled-up appendage from his underwear.

“No, please, God, no.”

My head gradually tilts to the side and my lips curl back from my blood-stained teeth. “It’s for the greater good. Isn’t that what you always say,Father?”

He almost breaks free of my shadows, but I hold him down with every ounce of my power.

I shove the blade under his foreskin, fury guiding every flicker of movement as I carve through him. Blood spurts everywhere, splattering my flushed cheeks and neck.

Slice.

Cut.

Carving away parts of his manhood is so exhilarating that I forget everything else—Samuel, Lorcan, even Rosa.

All that matters is that I show him the same pain he showed me.

Ringing resonates in my ears, but I ignore it, instead focusing on the scalpel slicing deeply into the fleshy tissue, the elasticity of the skin fighting against my makeshift weapon. I increase pressure on the blade, then blow out a breath as his foreskin rips free.

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