Page 39 of Vicious Punks
“Hey! Don’t stare at her, look at me,” Nicky’s voice goes deep, his anger coming through as he slaps the back of Larry’s head.
“It wasn’t my idea! I was just told what to do and did it. I only held her down while Gary touched her,” Larry says in a scared, shaky voice as he stares at the bedroom wall so he doesn’t have to look at Nicky.
The expression that comes over Nicky’s face is scary yet beautiful. His face is smooth, void of any expression. You would think he’s numb to everything, but his eyes give him away. Bright emerald green eyes start to turn a darker shade, almost appearing black as his pupils pulse before narrowing on his prey. That prey would be the guy who’s deadly still under me.
“Listen! We thought she was fair game, you guys said it yourself to the whole school. It was a joke. We didn’t even touch your sister before she stepped in. It’s all a misunderstanding,” Stan tries to argue, looking for any way to get out of this.
“Oh man, you really shouldn’t have brought up Nicola. Logan, I’ll see if I can get a few club brothers over here to help dispose of the bodies,” Dalton grunts, reaching for his phone in his pocket.
“No need. I have some empty tanks at the warehouse, they can decay in those for a couple of days. Limes should help the skin tissues dissolve faster,” Logan suggests, his brow wrinkled as if he’s thinking of another way to get rid of the three idiot jocks’ bodies.
If I was any ordinary girl, this type of talk would have me screaming for the hills, but I secretly like it.
It’s empowering.
Exhilarating.
Well, at least I think so, not everyone agrees with me.
“What the… yo-you can’t do that!” Gary stutters in disbelief. He starts to swing his arm back to hit me, but freezes when I get too close to his dick with the blade and chop off some of his pubes with a quick flick of my wrist.
“We can do whatever the hell we want to. Nicky, let him go. This is Tillie’s show and I have to say, I’m here for the view.” Dalton rubs his hands together and eyes my bare breasts with a pleased smirk stretching across his plump lips.
Men.
Stan and Larry are shoved to their knees, facing the bed so they have the perfect view of me as my guys line up behind them, menacing like fallen angels about to wreak havoc with just one word from me.
“What are you going to do first?” Tey asks, like the devil on my shoulder, all too happy to watch my handiwork and make me listen to his suggestions.
Gary’s wide brown eyes shift down to the dagger dragging closer to the family jewels and his eyes start to water at the corner. I want him to beg for mercy.
“Should I cut off this pathetic thing between your legs?” I skim the sharp blade lightly across his balls, feeling a shiver travel down my spine in delight as he whimpers in fear of having the baby makers snipped off.
“Ple-please. I won’t ever d-do it again.” His plea makes my ears ring, echoing over and over again, words I once used that never helped me in the end.
Begging gets you nowhere.
“Do you think because I have a pussy it makes me weak? Look at you. You hopped in your bed so fast and couldn’t even tell the danger you were in, just because I have breasts.” To prove my point, his eyes flicker down, of their own accord, to my chest and stays there even with the knife inches from his most important body part.
Tey reaches around me to lightly slide his fingers across my collarbone before trailing down, circling my nipple as if he has all the time in the world until he pinches hard with a twist. A loud moan slips past my parted lips, giving away how much I like the tingling feeling mixed with a sharp pain, spreading through my body and causing a damp spot in my panties. Gary’s body twitches under me and I ignore the wet, babble noise coming out of his mouth as my dagger keeps slicing into his skin.
“Keep watching. See what’s going to happen to you,” Logan orders in an authoritative voice, making Stan and Larry watch as he grabs the back of their necks and squeezes so they have no choice but to look where he wants them to.
“Answer her,” Tey demands in a sharp tone as he climbs onto the bed behind me and sits on Gary’s legs before reaching around my shoulder to smack Gary hard on the cheek.
With Tey sitting on Gary, he won’t be able to move at all, even when he starts struggling with the pain I’m about to put him in.
“All women are the same,” Gary suddenly growls out harshly, his lips curled as he sneers up at me. “Sluts.”
“I know what you are. I’ve been around men just like you all my life, and I’m going to leave a reminder each time you look in the mirror. You're going to feel my pain and carry it with you the rest of your miserable life, just like I have to.” My voice comes out robotic, trying to shake off the memories, and control my shaking hand as I raise it to his chest.
I pause, the tip of the blade inches from his skin, but for some reason I can’t bring the blade down to do what needs to be done. I stare down at my hand wrapped around the dagger, willing myself to just do it. A warm chest presses against my back, bringing warmth to my chilled body. Tey rests his chin back on my shoulder as he reaches around my waist with his other hand to close around my hand holding the dagger.
“I’m going to step into your world, just this once. Take some of my strength,” Tey says quietly in my ear, and I soak his words in as I take a deep breath.
Feeling calmer than I’ve ever felt, I bring the blade down the rest of the way as Gary starts screaming in panic and pain. Music thumps from downstairs, drowning out any noise coming from this room. My hand glides around Gary’s skin with ease, Tey never letting go. Blood soaks the sheets, traveling down the sides of Gary’s chest as he gasps for breath through his tears.
Straightening, I take in the ridged cut of his skin, where my blade slipped a couple of times from the blood, but it’s clear enough to read.
