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‘I’ll let you kill him, Tarran. But first, I want you and this pretty mouth to show him how you never had a choice in all of this. I want you to show him how you’ve been bound to my cock for decades.’
I cry out, ‘Gabriel!’ his name leaving my mouth as I shudder from an orgasm that’s been slowly building.
‘Come on, little lamb,’ he thrusts violently, and I’m falling apart. ‘I love to see you break. That’s it,’ he coos. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, you’re devouringme.’
His thumb rubs my clit as he thrusts, and it tips me over the edge.
‘Jes-’
‘Don’t you fucking dare! Go on, say it, Tarran, and I’ll tear your fucking pussy in half.’
I can’t hold on, and I scream so loudly, the sound echoes off the car and pierces my eardrums.
‘Fuck, Tarran,’ he groans as his own head kicks back. He bares his teeth, sucking in his lower lip, his hand clasping my breast as he throbs inside me. For a pause, we’re both breathless, and when he pulls out, thick semen seeps out.
‘Now when you end his life, you’ll have my cum glistening down your legs, and like the proverbial hand, we’ll silence him forever.’
CHAPTER 31
THEBUTCHERBIRD
Gabriel steps out of the car with an air of authority, tucking his shirt back into his trousers. I follow.
As we approach Carlos, I reach for his hand, my grip firm, commanding.
‘We’re going to take a little walk,’ I say, my voice soft yet laced with a threat that widens his eyes.
The guards stare at Gabriel for confirmation. A single nod is all it takes, and they release Carlos, though hesitating, ready to move at the first sign of trouble.
Together, followed by the others, we head towards the pigs’ pen, the earthy stench and distant grunts and squeals growing stronger as we edge closer. ‘Let’s go see these animals you holdso dear,’ I murmur, my lips curling into a cold smile.
The pigs’ grunts grow louder as we stand before them. ‘Now, drop your trousers,’ I demand. His eyes dart around, desperate for help that isn’t coming. The guards remain motionless, indifferent spectators to his plight. Gabriel steps forward, the crack of his fist meeting the side of Carlos’s head like a whip. Carlos stumbles, catching his temple with shock and pain. ‘Do as she asks,’ Gabriel growls.
‘Oh look,’ Carlos swallows. ‘It’s Little Red Riding Hood and her big, bad wolf.’
Gabriel leans forward yanking Carlos’s trousers. They crumple to the floor, and I lean forward, my right hand darting to snatch the knife hanging out of one of the guard’s belts. With my left hand, I grab Carlos’s dick, and turn my gaze to the guards. ‘You might want to hold him still.’
They exchange a brief glance, stepping closer to grip him firmly. Carlos stiffens instantly, his body betraying the fear he’s been trying to suppress. As I draw the knife, his breath catches, coming in short, raspy breaths and he begins urinating.
‘You dirty fucker,’ Gabriel snarls.
‘P-please, I’ll do anything,’ he begs.
‘Tell me where thefincais?’ I demand. He whimpers, his words stumbling over themselves. ‘A couple of hours away up north. But that’s all I know, I swear.’
I sigh, bringing the cold metal against his skin.
‘No, I swear,’ he cries.
Sal steps forward, ‘It’s enough for meto go on, boss.’
I pause, studying Carlos, staring at the desperation behind his eyes. ‘I believe you,’ I say, finally, almost soothing. He exhales sharply, relief washing over him. ‘Oh, thank god.’
‘I just don’t care,’ I shrug.
My knife cuts through his skin; his body writhing as his penis slowly peels away from his body. His screams excite the pigs; their snouts raised high over the fence. When his cock is free, I toss it into their pen.
‘That’s for pissing on my face,andmy hand.’
