Page 208 of Brainwashed
He huffs a laugh, but then goes serious. “Felix, I told you. I don’t believe that warrants things like this. I know you are who you are, and there’s no changing that… But there’s also no changing the parts of you that are good. Like your intelligence, your wittiness, your fierce loyalty… I love all of those qualities. And to be honest, I love the bad ones, too. Iloveyou, whether it’s wrong or right, or really fuckingwrong, because I think we know it is.” He grins and I chuckle. “But I don’t care one bit. Meeting you was the highlight of my life.”
My grin widens. “Your life isn’t done yet. There’s still time to make new highlights…”
“I can’t wait,” he breathes the words on my mouth, kissing my lips, then my chin, then my jaw.
We force ourselves to pull apart, because there’s so much left to do, and we need to get a move on.
Lem sighs out of satisfaction, then peeks at the floor. “What do you want to do with the foot?”
I glance at the severed foot beneath Templeton’s body, the measly bandage we used to wrap the wound on his ankle just enough for him not to die already soaking through with blood.
“Leave it for now,” I answer. “We can get it later. I want to stick it into the ground in the garden and make it look like someone’s buried.” I cackle and Lem huffs, shaking his head.
“My sick little monster.” He gives me a salacious sort of expression that sets my blood on fire.
“Don’t even look at me like that right now,” I whine. “I’m filthy and weak, and every time I get hard, I feel like I’m gonna pass out.”
“Well, we can’t have that,” he replies firmly. “Let me get you cleaned up and then I’ll feed you.”
“Sounds beautiful.”
We’re about to leave a bloody and hacked-up Templeton to hang there and rot until we decide to come back for more, when Lem pauses.
He picks up some extremely sharp shears and peeks at me, lifting a mischievous brow. “You mind?”
A thrilling shiver runs through me. “By all means.”
The idea that he wants to participate in this bloodbath is all too exciting for me. As is the devious look in his eye as he stalks toward Templeton. The rapist asshole is barely conscious, slumped and bleeding through his clothes from all the cuts. But when Lem steps up to him and begins unbuttoning his pants, he squirms back to life.
Lem shoves Templeton’s pants down just enough to pull out his flaccid cock. The man is flopping like a fish on a hook, but when Lem stretches his dick out and holds up the shears he goes still, wailing behind the ball-gag.
“In some countries, if you get caught stealing, they’ll cut off your hand,” Lem says in a low growl. “You put this somewhere that belongs to me… which makes you a thief.”
“Attempted,” I hiss. “Trust me, he did not succeed.”
“Never,” Lem agrees, still glaring up at the dangling Templeton. “I just want you to understand why you’re losing your dick, Templeton. Because you fucked with something that’s mine. This is retribution. It’sdeserved.”
And then without another second of thought…Snip!
My eyes widen like a reflex, because it’s really hard not to feel that myself in some sense. My hand runs down to my cock, which is growing harder by the second from watching my man maim the fucker who raped me.
Templeton is squealing like a piglet behind the ball-gag, bleeding profusely from the spot where he’s now a eunuch.Goddamn…
“Hand me that gauze,” Lem asks, casually tossing Templeton’s severed dick onto the floor like the trash it is.
I give him some gauze from the supplies, and he wraps up the wound with pressure to keep Templeton from bleeding out. He might die. Either way, I don’t care, but I’d prefer to keep him alive and suffering for much longer. We’ll see.
Lemuel, the utter psychopath who just chopped a dude’s dick off and seems totally unfazed by it, grins at me. “Shower time?”
I haveneverbeen more attracted to him than I am right now.
I give him a loving smile and an enthusiastic nod. “Yes, please.”
He packs up the briefcase, then takes my hand, and we close and lock the door to this miscellaneous torture room, wandering the halls of the prison. And to my amazement, it doesn’t look as dark or awful in here as it once did.
With his fingers entwined in mine, things appear brighter. Luminous. This hellhole is just a place where we’re together, and that makes it not so bad.
In fact, I like it. It feelsright, like this is where we belong, together.
