Page 14 of Under the Bed

My cock thickens as I imagine it’s her tits I’m biting down on. The barbell on the tip grazes my boxer briefs. The same friend who’d gotten me Shiloh’s pictures landed me the piercing.

The hole in my dick, that one was all me. All for Shiloh.

“Release me, or I’m biting your ear off.” My speech is garbled as fuck. I spit blood as I talk. “Might even chew and swallow it if you take too long.”

His pitiful gaze skates to the outside world.

“Calculating the distance to the station?” I grind my teeth left and right, sawing into his skin as I speak.

“Ye—No, no.” On top of his blood, his sweat tastes foul in my mouth. Nasty. “Fuck you.”

He curses and curses. Oswald groans, apologizing profusely. “I’m going as fast as I can!”

Both are lost to the moment. To the violence of it. The pain. The smell of blood swirling in the air.

Neither of them notices me sliding my fingers to the keychain on Dick’s holster.

Fortunately for me, he chained me up long before today. I know which key goes where.

“Kaleb, let go, or I swear to God…”

I close two fingers on the one that’ll free me. Into the lock it goes.

Click.

The handcuffs land in my lap.

“Hard way, it is.” My hands are a collar around his throat. A constricting, lethal collar. I feel his muscles strain, his fight to get air in.

“Stop”—shakybreath—“the van.”

Too little, way too late.

The driver can’t hear him.

Even if he could, nothing could stop me. I shove Dick away from me at the same time that I rear my head back, taking his ear with me.

“M-my e-ear,” he wheezes as I spit it out. It lands with athunkon the floor. “My ear.”

Without a word, and with every ounce of violence I have in me, I squeeze the life out of him.

“Keep going,” I mimic Dick’s voice as best I can, fooling Oswald into believing he’s okay.

“Almost there.” Oswald begins to turn his head toward us. I think fast, slinging one of Dick’s arms over my neck. Adjust my grip. Hide my face. “Twenty minutes. Hang on.”

His eyes are back on the road.

“Trying.”

“Good.”

Something inside Dick’s throat snaps. A bone. He goes limp in my hold. I still bash his face into the back of the bench I’m sitting on. That part is purely recreational. Pure fun.

Smash. Smash. Smash.

Blood spray taints my jumper. His brain remains on the bench.

Can’t say it was nice knowing you.

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