Page 141 of Depravity

I don’t hesitate. I pull the trigger, aiming right for his puny chest. A bullet to the heart is far more fucking merciful than he deserves. A bullet to the heart is better than ending up in Antonio’s hands.

Besides, a man like this is worthless. He won’t know anything of use, and he isn’t interesting enough to bother with the hassle of taking him to Oblivion either.

I getto the ground floor, back the same way I came. Passing all the dead bodies.

Only, when I get to where the basement is, there’s a man blocking it.

He tilts his head, smirking as if he knows exactly who I am, with his gun pointed right at me. He looks like he’s already been in a fight. His shirt sleeve is torn, he’s got blood dripping from a wound in his shoulder and he’s panting like he raced to get here, like he intentionally put himself in my path.

I raise my own gun, pointing right for his chest, “Get the fuck out of my way,” I snarl.

Stupid old fuck. Like I can’t gun him down in a heartbeat.

“I wouldn’t go down there,” He replies. “You probably won’t like what you find.”

“And what is that?”

“Just a whore, getting what she deserves.” He shrugs, trying to seem nonchalant, only that movement is anything but.

I glance at the door, then back at him. Is he baiting me, is that it? Like I wouldn’t happily blow his fucking brains out.

“You know she fucked us all,” He says, laughing, “She was so keen to spread her legs, welcoming each cock, one after the other…”

“Shut your fucking mouth,” I pull the trigger, hitting him in the chest and he falls back before he gets back up, holding the bullet.

“Wearing a vest, mate,” He says as if I’m an idiot.

“Get the fuck out of my way, or you’ll be wearing the rest of my bullets,” I growl, raising my gun again.

He laughs more, before glancing at his watch like he’s on some kind of schedule.

“Waiting for backup?” I ask, “Not those twenty or so men we left dead in the woods?”

His face reacts, it tells me I’m spot on.

So, they did know we were coming. Is my wife even here? Or have they moved her somewhere and this is simply a distraction?

Someone far off hollers. It makes the bald fucker turn his head, and I seize that moment.

I pull the trigger, aiming not for his chest this time but for his throat, for that sweet spot where it’ll kill him, but it’ll take a little time.

He falls back, coughing up blood, and his head slams into the stone floor.

I step up to him, narrowing my eyes. “Did you fuck my wife?” I ask.

He grins, a bloodied, disgusting grin, “Every fucking chance I got,” He boasts.

The second bullet lands between his eyeballs. Sure, I meant to leave him to suffer but knowing he’s dead is a far better plan. With my heel, I drive my boot into his face, mashing up his features, churning up his nose, his eye sockets. I’ve got a good mind to pull my cock out and piss on him too but someone is yelling, calling my name.

And that puts the fear of God into me.

There’s an awful hush. A silence that I don’t fucking like.

I see Antonio ahead. I see his men, still rounding up those they want.

He looks at me and jerks his head.

“Where is she?” I ask. I know he has her, I can tell by the look on his smug fucking face.

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