Page 106 of Deadly Sweet

“What should I do first?” She taps her chin with her finger. “Should I remove the rest of your fingers so you have matching stubs? How about I take a few toes too? Oh, you know what, I have an idea of where to start.” Grabbing a knife from her pile, she cuts the guy’s shirt off, exposing his chest. “You used to love calling me your little bitch, didn’t you?” she laughs. I watch in awe at the way her face looks while she carves into his chest, his screams of pain muffled against the gag.

She does this cute thing with her nose, scrunching it up in concentration, her tongue poking out the side of her mouth just a little bit.

I sigh happily, smiling as I lean forward, my chin in my hand, as I watch. I don’t even pay attention to the guy’s muffled screams anymore; all of my attention is on her.

“There,” she declares, smiling over at him proudly. “Now, you're my bitch.”

Standing up, I peek over and snort a laugh when I see that she’s carved her name into his chest. Big gashes weeping with blood.

The guy is sobbing now, snot running down his nose. Savannah steps forward and roughly grips his face, forcing him to look at her. She leans in close. “I want you to know, you will die tonight. I will do with you as I please, and then I will watch the life drain from your eyes. The world will be a better place without you, and no one will miss you. Think about it. I’ve been gone for five years, and I had people who never stopped looking, who never gave up. My father lost everything to get me back. But you?” She laughs. “Your mother will just be happy to be rid of your useless ass. Don’t you have any shame for what you’ve done to her? She’s homeless because of you. You stole all her money and used it to get this place after your enemies burned her house to the ground,” she scoffs. “Pathetic little boy. Bet you don’t feel so big and bad now.”

One by one, my crazy little Omega chops off his fingers and toes, humming a song to herself as she goes. Each of them pops off and tumbles to the ground.

And me? I’m intrigued, with every new thing she does, I get closer and closer, fixated on the way she moves. I’m obsessed. And just like I thought, I’m hard as stone for this woman.

By the time she's done, she’s covered in blood. It’s on her hands, her shirt, some on her pants, and a few specks on her nose.

She stops what she’s doing and takes a step back, tilting her head to the side.

The guy stopped screaming a while ago, most likely passed out from the pain. His face is dripping with sweat, mixing with his blood.

Along with the missing toes and fingers and the carving on his chest, she’s also cut him up in a few other places. Said she liked how the blood looked when it flowed.

There’s so much blood that it’s covering every inch of him and has soaked into the bed.

Not going to lie, a few things have turned my stomach. But I just focus on my Omega.

“You think that’s enough?” she asks. “Honestly, I’m kind of bored. Not fun when they’re not screaming anymore.”

“Can you try to wake him up?” I ask.

She shrugs and steps up, slapping his face. “Wake up, fuckhead!” she shouts. Nothing. She does it a few times.

“Is he even alive anymore?”

She checks his pulse and sighs heavily. “Damn it!” She looks at me with a pout. “He’s dead. I didn’t even get to enjoy the look on his face as he died. I was too focused on what I was doing,” she grumbles. “I’m going to have to work on that.”

“If it means anything, I think you did a wonderful job.”

“Really?” She looks up at me with a big grin.

“Yup. You sliced and diced the fucker real good,” I praise.

“I did, didn’t I?” She beams.

Wiping her hands off on the blanket, she grabs her phone. “Alright, boys, we’re all good,” she says, then hangs up.

“So, do we just leave him here?”

“Clean up is waiting outside. They will come to deal with this.”

“Baby Girl.” I step up to her, unable to keep my hands off her anymore.

“Yes?” She blinks up at me with her baby blues.Fuck, she’s so beautiful.

“Watching you like that,” I murmur, my eyes growing heavy as I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her close. “Such a fucking turn on.”

Her breathing picks up, and she licks her lips. “Really?”

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