Page 78 of All Your Bloody Lies

“Good dogs.” Only once he was choking his brother, did I lean back and watch as his hips begin to thrust forward.

My head falls back, and I close my eyes to the sounds that they were singing. This was the symphony I had been working ten years for, and I was the conductor. I want to bask in this, to allow my heart to race with joy that they are suffering as I had, but I need more.

In a single step, I appear behind Dante. He is too tall for me to lean into his ear and whisper, so I just speak to his back. “How does your brother’s mouth feel, Dante?”

“Fuck you!” His voice is strained, enjoying what he is being given, even if by his own blood.

“You enjoy the way he is taking you, huh? Do you know what I enjoy?” I drag my nails up his back, pulling his shirt up as I do, drawing blood and piercing through into his muscle. “Knowing you are enjoying fucking your brother’s mouth. I can smell it all over you.”

A gag comes from Dominic and I know he just thrown up, the smell of alcohol and acid lacing my nose. “Grab his head and fuck him harder, Dante.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry—”

I’m sick, because as he does as command, I can hear Dominic begin to fight for air, and I’m thriving. They suffocated me during their torture, and seeing Dante now doing that to his brother, fucking turns me on.

“Good boy, now find that right movement, and come for your brother, Dante.” His hips begin to move faster, and as they do, I step around him. Watching the pain and suffering in both of their faces; the tears, vomit and now cum all over Dominic’s face make me, for the first time since being buried, want to cry.

I am addicted.

I need more of this revenge.

Fortunately for them, given the circumstances, their suffering will end.

“Dante, tuck your cock back into your pants and go get your driver. Only utter the words, ‘come inside’, and walk back to me.” I do have some morals, somewhere, and taking the life of someone that may not deserve it does pull a very thin string at my dying heart. However, is anyone really innocent in this world? I truly believe that Sydni is the only pure being to walk among us.

As Dante walks away, I settle into Dominic’s lap. His head hangs low, the sobs coming from him as he tries to expel everything that has filled his mouth over the past five minutes is pathetic.

“How…” I’m surprised he can talk.

“How… what?” I run my fingers through his hair and pull his head back to look at me. “How did I get out? How did I find you? How am I still alive?”

He takes a breath, and I can tell it pains him, “Get out…”

I suck air through my teeth, “Because, Dominic, revenge is a fucking powerful motivator. Every single day I lay in that box I thought about killing you, your brother, and the other three that put me through those horrible things.” My nail pushes into his chest, breaking through into the muscle and twisting, causing him to cry out.

“Do you want to know how many days I was in that tomb?”

His body vibrates and he shakes his head.

I was going to tell him anyway, “One hundred and eighty-six days. Alone and alive,” I hiss. “I have worked for ten years to make you feel even a fraction of what I did.”

The sound of dual footsteps pull me out of his lap, “Lucky for you, your suffering won’t last as long as mine did.”

Turning to see them approach, I smile, “Thank you for coming.”

“Everything okay, Dominic? Dante?” I can see his hand on his hip where his pistol rests. How cute.

I stride over to him, an expression of pain and ache forced onto my face, “I told him I like all of my holes filled, but sadly they only have two cocks.”

“Run—” Dominic tries to save someone’s life, I’ll at least give him credit for that.

Before the driver can register anything, I’m before him and slipping my fingers between his lips. “Shh,” and as the little bit ofblood slips into his system, I smile, “Just stand here in silence for now, my sweet. Your gun, though, I’ll take that.”

Without hesitation, he grabs hold of his pistol and places it into my extended hand. “Thank you.”

“Dante.” I look down at the weapon, and eject the magazine. “Tell your brother goodbye.” I inspect it, counting the rounds nonchalantly, as if I don’t have a care in the world.

“Please…” The sob that bubbles out of Dante surprises me, and I look up at him while popping the magazine back into the grip of the gun.

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