Page 49 of Unholy Cross

Cross stomped on his back, forcing him to lay belly down.Then he slashed the Achilles tendon on the back of each ankle.Her uncle screamed, although it was muffled, and tears ran down his face.Satisfaction filled the last part of her battered heart.This man had done atrocious things in his greedy quest for money, and with each cry, more of her pain was released.

“Lorelei,” Cross said, and she looked at him.“I plan on making him suffer, but I’ll understand if it’s too much for you to stomach.”

“No,” she said, her voice warbling as it tried to remember the cadence she once had.“Hurt him.”

And Cross did exactly that.He sliced his way up her uncle’s body.Not going too deep that he might die quickly from blood loss, but just enough to make it extremely painful.He cut off one ear and burned it with a lighter right under her uncle’s nose, so he had to smell his own charred flesh.Cross used his booted toes to turn him on his back.With the tip of the knife, he carved the word FUCKER on his forehead.Adding those same type of slashes to his front, Cross stopped when he got to the groin area.Throwing her a sly grin, he cut the material at the pelvis and then used the pliers to pull out her uncle’s shriveled penis.

Realizing her uncle had passed out, Cross slapped his face but the man refused to wake up.Cross rose and pulled down the zipper on his jeans to piss all over her uncle’s face until he revived.

“You don’t get to faint, asshole.”

Cross finished and put himself back into his jeans.Then he resumed where he’d been, namely using the pliers to grab hold of her uncle’s dick.

“This is going to hurt,” he said viciously.

With one quick, downward motion, he severed the member.Once more, her uncle had passed out.Lorelei held out her hand for the knife.Cross studied her for a moment, then held the handle side to her.Avoiding the puddle of urine, she spit on her uncle’s face and his eyelids fluttered.

“This is the end of your life, Uncle,” she choked out.“I hate you.I hate you so much that sometimes I can’t breathe.You are vile and I hope you burn in hell for eternity.”

She placed the knife at the base of his throat and slowly sank into his flesh.Gurgling bubbled up as she severed his windpipe and esophagus.When he stopped moving and fell silent, she knew she had exorcised her final demon.

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Pride filled Crossas he watched his savage woman destroy the man who had destroyed her.She was glorious, and it took his breath away.Lorelei had gone from someone afraid of her own shadow to a bad-ass warrior.When she stepped back from the dead man, he took the knife from her.Blood dripped down, coating her hand, so he dipped his finger into the serum and then painted stripes over her cheekbones.Still in the grips of vengeance, her chest heaved as she breathed heavily.Fire blazed in her eyes.

“It’s okay now,” he murmured.“It’s over.Your monsters have all been slain.”

“He can’t hurt me anymore,” her underused voice warbled.“Why do I feel so good about killing him?”

“Because evil has many levels, and avenging your family, avengingyourself,is a deliverance long overdue.He can’t hurt anyone anymore.”

“I hope he burns in Hell.”

“He will.”

As if her marionette strings were cut, she slumped in his arms.He lifted her up and headed inside.He’d take care of the body later.

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