Page 101 of Fighting Shadows

It's empty. I’m not stupid enough to end his life before they all get their turn with him, but I want to watch him fall apart with every click of the cylinder as I pull the trigger. Spinning the cylinder, I step up to him and hold it to his head, “I quite like my odds of blowing your fucking brains out; what do you say? Shall we play?”

Charlie shakes his head vigorously from side to side, a muffled plea on his lips, but no sound comes out, so I pull the gag out, “Please,” he whines.

“We’ve barely started, Charlie, and I know the others would hate me for ending your sad life now, but I can’t help but want tokill you. My girl makes me soft; she makes us all soft, but that’s only for her. You, on the other hand, deserve this,” I say, pulling the trigger.

Charlie squeezes his eyes shut and flinches, but the shot never comes. He turns his fearful eyes to mine: “I’ll leave. I’ll never come after her again. She’s yours, okay, but please let me go!” he pleads, but it’s a lie, his eyes darting to the left.

“She was always mine.” I pull the trigger again, and this time, he loses control of his bladder.

We go like this until he’s a shaking mess, his body flinching from every move I make as he anticipates the bullet to his skull, “Last pull, Charlie…”

He pleads; his bottom lip trembles as I pull the trigger one last time and then throw the gun to the side. He glares at me, and I smirk back, “You played me!” he screams.

“I made you feel what Autumn felt every time you walked into her room and took what wasn’t yours to take!” I shout back, “Every step she heard as you walked towards her bedroom door was just like this, and she was a fucking child who trusted you!”

My game with him is done, and I step away, reveling in how his shoulder slump, but I’m not done yet, and the knife I pick up is enough to make him shake with fear again as I start the process of cutting his dick off.

Brenn

Iwalk into the room just as Atlas removes Charlie’s dick, blood spurting from the now-severed area. Charlie’s screams echo around the room, and I thank my dad for making sure it was soundproof.

Autumn is still asleep from yesterday's events, surrounded by Tobias, Dominic, and Zander, while Noah sleeps on the floor at the end of her bed.

Aidan follows closely behind me, his body tense, and I understand why. This man has hurt both Noah and Autumn in different ways, and Aidan has claimed Autumn as his adopted little sister, stating that he’s always wanted one after his mum had another three boys after him.

“Did you have to remove his gag?” I ask, wrinkling my nose at the severed appendage and the smell of burnt flesh as Atlas presses a red-hot poker to the wound, Charlie passing out from the pain.

“I wanted to hear his pleas while we played Russian Roulette,” he says with a crazed smile. He looks so much like the boy before my sister came back that it shocks me for a moment.

“Fucking hell,” I groan, rubbing my hand down my face, “I forgot why you were made my second.”

Atlas grins at me before cleaning himself up and leaving the room with a nod to us. Charlie’s severed penis lays on a bowl of ice for Dominic to do whatever he wishes with it, and I direct my eyes elsewhere before I make myself feel sick.

I have no issues with blood or that, but it’s still gross.

Aidan steps up to Charlie, who’s unconscious, and holds smelling salts under his nose. He jerks awake, gagging and throwing up on himself, “Gross,” Aidan mutters. Charlie’s eyes widen with recognition as he stares at Aidan, who stares back, his face giving nothing away.

“I know you…” Charlie rasps, gone is the cocky man who thought that he could take Autumn from us again.

“You do.” Aidan doesn’t make a move to hit him, but he smirks as he crouches down so Charlie can look at him properly, “I’m not here to hurt you like they are; as much as I might want to, I’m going to leave that for the others. I just came down to tell you that you failed. That you lead my brother – your son right to Autumn, and he’s going to get to spend the rest of his life loving her, holding her, and making cute as fuck little ginger babies while you rot away into nothing.”

Charlie’s face contorts, Aidan's words striking where it hurts, and he starts to struggle against the chains holding him in place, his amputated hand waving around wildly, “She’s mine! Mine! My Little One!”

“I told you he was fucking crazy,” Noah sighs as he joins us, his hair wild from just waking up.

“Why you down here so quickly?” Aidan asks his brother, and I smirk at Noah when he rolls his eyes in response.

“Wanted to get my say in before the others have their fun. It’s no use trying to say anything when he’s not alert enough to understand,” Noah says, ignoring his dad completely.

“She’s mine, you bastard!” Charlie attempts to spit at him but fails because of the gag drying out his mouth before.

“You told him then,” he sighs. Yes, Charlie, she’s mine now, just like the others, and you’ll never get to see her again.”

His words give me inspiration for what I need to do, and I move over to the table. At the same time, Noah continues to tell his dad everything he’s going to do with Autumn now he’s no longer around, and Charlie loses his shit, opening his wounds from struggling so hard against the chains.

“Can you hold him stillamour?” I ask Aidan, who grins wickedly at me when he sees what I’m holding.

The melon scoop in my hand is perfect for the task, and Charlie passes out before I’m even done with the first eye. Dropping it into the bowl of ice with his severed dick.

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