Page 82 of Beneath Her Skin

Vanessa thrashes, voice shrill as she shrieks into the night. “Help! Someone help us!”

I tilt my head, purring, “No one can hear you.”

Turning, I stroll back to the weapons, deliberating. A smirk tugs at my lips as my fingers curl around the chainsaw’s handle.

By the time I return, Vanessa is gasping, choking on the fumes as fuel soaks her bare skin. Willow doesn’t stop. Her delicate features twist with fury as she tilts the canister higher, pouring with unrelenting force.She’s finally letting go.Letting vengeance consume her.

And I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.

Vanessa’s cries become relentless—insufferable.

“Gag her, Will,” I sigh, rolling my shoulders. “I don’t want to hear another peep from this whore’s mouth… until she’s screaming for death to take her.”

Willow shrugs, unfazed, before shoving the nozzle between Vanessa’s trembling lips. She tilts the can, emptying the rest of the gasoline down her throat.

Vanessa sputters, eyes bulging, body convulsing as she chokes on the noxious flood.

I stalk forward, a wicked grin curling my lips. With one sharp motion, I stomp on the bottom of the can, driving it deeper into her throat.

Her windpipe spasms, her whole body jerking as guttural, unintelligible sounds claw their way out of her tightening chest.She knows.She knows she’s moments from slipping into the abyss.

And I watch, smiling, as she fights the inevitable.

I step closer to Brad, revving the chainsaw until it purrs to life.Smooth. Hungry.

“Show her what happens when you play with fire, baby,” I coo.

Willow exhales through her nose. She flicks open the Zippo from her pocket, igniting a small, flickering flame. For a moment, she watches it dance in the wind, her emerald eyes reflecting its glow.

Then, without hesitation, she tosses the lighter onto Vanessa’s writhing body.

A monstrous blaze erupts, swallowing her whole.

Willow watches, unmoving, as the fire consumes flesh, muscle, bone—her expression unreadable, yetutterly transfixed.Dark fascination twists through her, peeling back the last remnants of innocence.

And fuck—I didn’t think I could love her more, but I do.

I throw my head back and laugh, wild and untamed. “Wake up, Brad!”

He barely has time to stir before I bring the chainsaw down, its teeth biting deep into his shoulder. Flesh tears. Bone shatters. His arm is severed in one brutal stroke.

Brad jolts awake, screaming,his blood spurting in thick, violent gushes, painting the grass in a grotesque masterpiece.

And we’re only getting started.

“How does it feel to behelpless?” I shriek, driving the chainsaw into his remaining arm, slowly,savoring the way it chews through flesh and bone.

Brad convulses beneath me, blood splattering my skin, warm and thick.

“How does it feel to have somethingtakenfrom you?” I seethe, my voice shaking with rage.

The chainsaw sputters, choking out before it stalls completely.

“Fuck!” I snarl, throwing it aside, frustration coiling in my gut. Brad is fading fast, his skin pale, blood gushing from his ruined limbs like a crimson waterfall.

Not yet.

I straddle his trembling, dying body andpummelhim, fists crashing into his face, over and over, splitting skin, breaking bone.

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