Page 91 of King of Ruin

This makes me smile. I have to admit, his unwavering arrogance is entertaining–inspiring, even. Let’s see how long it lasts.

I look at Trick and nod over my shoulder. Immediately he drops the side of Sam he was holding and goes to the corner to grab his cauterization bag. When he returns I have the sharpest knife from the table, and one thick glove covering my right hand.

“Down, please,” I tell Trigger, who’s quick to strip Sam of his last article of clothing. His flaccid flap of muscle sits stiffly between his legs and for a moment I think of cutting it down the center. But after finding out he’s used the disgusting thing to violate so many, my mother included, I decide it needs to vanish completely.

I grab the vile thing in my hand and yank it toward me, stretching it enough to get my blade across it.

The scream that erupts from Sam’s mouth is satisfying, but unlike the other few I’ve had the pleasure of neutering, he doesn’t vomit.

Trick moves quickly, burning the flesh and sealing the wound before too much blood spits out.

This time, he does throw up, the splash of chunks and liquid shooting across the floor with surprising force.

Maddy grunts from her spot on the wall. “I’ll go get a mop. Perhaps I can use it to plug him up for the next part.”

She bounces off just as I wiggle the small piece of flesh in my hand. “Now for my favorite part.”

I position the little stand with the mixture directly in front of Sam. His eyes widen, sweat dripping as though he just took a shower while shivers and goosebumps wreak havoc across his body. I move far enough away to not be splashed, and then wink at Sam before dropping his member into the clear liquid.

The pop and sizzle are near deafening as the cocktail does its job of eating away at its food, turning the liquid an inky black.

Sam’s eyes snap shut, a grimace contorting his face as if I’m doing this with it still attached to his body. Shi hands me a vial of peroxide which I add to the solution, coaxing an even more violent reaction.

It only takes a minute of this before the sad little cock is completely vaporized and the satisfaction that he won’t have it, even in his afterlife, seeps into my bones.

“Now, what’s next?”

Sam smirks, despite the excruciating pain I know he feels, and peels his eyes open. “Whatever you want,baby love.”

The name is a visceral shot to my chest. A bullet in my heart spreading burning poison down my limbs. The entire room shrinks then expands, the air too thin and heavy, while everyone fades into darkness.

“Don’t apologize, baby love. That passion, that fierceness you have to protect them, is what will make you a great donna one day.”

I don’t think about what to do, my body now driving of its own accord as my heart and mind collapse into a raging sea that’s been threatening to pull me under for far too long.

“Daddy, please. Please.”

My hand clutches around a blade, but how I got it, I don’t remember. I lift it and shave off a layer of skin reaching from his elbow to his armpit.

“And you, baby love. You are my heart.”

He hisses through clenched teeth jerking as hard as he can against the boys’ hold but still doesn’t give me what I want. What Ineed. My hands move up. I pinch one eyelid in my fingers while using the other to slice it clean off.

“You have to stay strong because I need you to finish what we started. And after that, I want you to kill them all. Every last one.”

His screams are piercing, the fear that’s been missing now abundant in his cries. It’s like a balm to my burning soul. It flushes a cool shiver down my spine and sparks a new idea.

“Burning is such a painful way to go.”

The memory of Kane and I’s conversation somehow emerges in the flood of chaos working through my mind. And in that one second, a decision is made.

I walk back to the table and grin as I find the matches. “How about I give you a bit of a preview of what awaits you?”

Oliver slides another piece of paper in front of me. It’s the seventh one since my mother left and I have to say, at some point, I thought I might get to sleep tonight. “And what’s this?”

“A list of all the drugs we currently run. You’ll need to decide which ones we’re keeping and where you want to allocate more funds.”

“Who’s in charge of the narcotics department?” I sigh, running a hand through my hair and glancing over at Fiona. She’s still in the same spot, watching and listening to everything as if she’s to be tested about it later.

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