Page 126 of Deadly Sweet

I had to leave because he had to do his job.

Caleb and Walker are at work, so instead of going home and feeling restless with Leroy and the baby, I made a spontaneous choice to grab my little friend that I was supposed to see tonight and move up our date.

“See it?” I lean my neck closer to the guy I’m currently straddling so he can get a better look. “Isn’t it amazing? It’s real, too.”

He lets out a muffled scream. Pulling back, I frown at him as he looks back at me with wide eyes. “Well, I don’t care what you think anyways,” I huff. “I think it’s awesome. And you said no one would ever want to bond with a slut like me. Well, fuck you, asshole; this slut got bonded real fucking hard.” I grin. “I bit him too. Right here.” I run the tip of my blade down his throat next to his Adam's Apple. He whimpers as blood trickles from the cut.

He has snot running down his face mixed with blood from the bloody nose I just gave him. Or it could be from when I cut out his tongue.

What?

He called me a bitch, I made himmybitch.

He jerks in the chair, trying to get free of his restraints. It’s no use, I’ve tied him up real good.

Huffing, I stand and put my hands on my hips. “Just because you're jealous no one wanted you to mark them, doesn’t mean you have to be so rude.” I blow a piece of hair that slipped free from my messy bun out of my face.

“But, if you really want a mark on your neck, I can give you one.” I shrug, walking over to my table of goodies.

My lovely friend today is one of the doctors who worked for Corbin. He’s the one who would give me check-ups. One that got a little too fucking handsy. I’m not a doctor, but I sure as fuck know that Pap smears and pelvic exams don’t involve thrusting fingers in and out of me playing with my clit all while telling me to shut the fuck up and take it like a good little whore.

He continues to scream against the gag in his mouth as I hum to myself, trying to decide what to use. My eyes light up and I grin when I find the perfect tool.

Grabbing the metal chain, I hold it up and show him. “This is something I’ve made myself. It works like one of those choke collars for dogs. Only these have pretty shiny nails.”

He shakes his head as I walk over to him.

“Oh, come on now. Be a good boy,” I coo, slipping the chain around his neck.

He starts to full-on sob, the sound making me more than happy. Like all warm and fuzzy on the inside.

“You know,” I say as I start to pull it tight. “It makes me so damn smug to know that even though you got some sick pleasure from assaulting me, you never once got a whimper, a cry, a whine. Nothing from me.” I laugh, pulling the chain tight.

He screams as the nails start to press into his neck, blood dripping down from the little points piercing his skin.. “Yet here you are, sobbing like a little bitch, screaming for help, pissing your pants.” I sigh happily. “It’s like Christmas and my birthday all wrapped up into one.”

My phone dings, getting my attention.

“Hold please.” I drop the chain and rush over to it. Wiping the blood on a towel, I unlock it to see a text from Duchess asking if I wanted to hang out.

Smiling, I text back fuck yeah and let her know I’ll be over soon.

“It’s your lucky day,” I say, and his eyes fill with hope. Oh, poor, stupid fool. “My bestie wants to hang out, and while I do enjoy making you suffer, I’d much rather hang out with her than stay here with you. So, it looks like we’re going to have to wrap things up early.”

Grabbing the bone-cutting saw, I make my way over to him.

The hope leaves his eyes as panic replaces it, and he starts to scream again.

“Really?” I roll my eyes. “What did you expect? For me to have a change of heart and let you go?” I snort. “Fat chance, buddy. You didn’t have a change of heart when you touched me, you didn’t have a change of heart when you raped all those female Omega patients. You lost your license—sure, but that's not enough. Nowhere near enough.”

Moving around to his back, I kneel down and start up the saw. “I think it’s only fair for you to get first-hand experience on how all of us felt, don’t you?”

I bring the saw down to his hands. His arms are tied to the chair from his wrists to his biceps, so when I slice his hands off, he still can’t get free.

They drop to the ground, blood pouring from the stubs. “Gonna be a messy one to clean up,” I comment to myself, giggling.

He doesn’t think it’s funny as he screams and screams and screams some more.

“You’re giving me a fucking headache,” I growl, getting to my feet and kicking the chair over. He clatters to the ground face-first.

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