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And I fucking enjoyed it.
I enjoyed it only because it was a low-life, who deserved to die.
A piece of shit that hurt anyone they could, just because they can.
Bobby comes up behind me, looping his arms aroundmy torso.
“Are you going to be alright? We could have killed him for you darling.” Then he kisses the side of my head.
“I’ll be more than fine. I needed to do that. Let’s go find Baba and let Marcus kill Mr. McKinley, he needs his closure too.” Peering up at Marcus, he gazes at me with understanding.
Chapter 21: Marcus
I Got Mine,Black Keys
We find Baba approaching Mr. McKinley’s shaking form. Her face is covered with black paint, long onyx robes and her hands are raised above her head. One hand brandishes a knife in an unsettling fashion. Mr. McKinley is crab walking backwards in the dirt, the gravel shifting beneath him. Baba swings the blade, slicing the side of his upper arm. His cries fill the night air as he wallows in pain. She continues delivering small stabs and slices, until she spies us coming down the path. She halts her onslaught and taunts him by continuing to walk in a predatory fashion. Surrounding the forest line are Mr.McKinley’s rich friends and Ronald’s comrades. They each are hanging from the trees, with sharp implements stabbed under their jaws, atop their skulls and impaling their torsos. The bodies slightly sway in the cool night breeze.
Tilly wraps a noose around Ronald’s limp neck as Bobby and I hoist his mangled body onto the tree, like an ugly Christmas decoration. There is a large gaping hole in his chest cavity, from Tilly shooting him point-blank. The blood slowly drips from his abdomen and onto the ground. Once Bobby and Kenneth help me secure his corpse, we turn to watch Baba tease and torture Mr. McKinley.
“Get back! Get back you witch!” He turns to run, the gravel path kicking up behind him, but he gets nowhere, knocking into my stiff body and stumbling into the dirt, onto his knees.
“There’s a witch! A witch! Run!” The are drugs clearly still in his system, as he grabs onto me for dear life to try and steady himself. He is slow to rise. His hands roam from the tops of my arms to clutch the lapels on my camouflage jacket. In slow motion he gazes up at me and gasps.
“No,” he says, then releases me, taking small steps back, his eyes wide with fright.
I crack my knuckles together.
“Hello, rich prick, or shall I call you coward?” My words drip from my lips like poison as I stare down the man who abused me.
An owl hoots in the distance giving Mr. McKinley a startle and he looks in that direction. Which is the same direction Ronald’s body is hanging. Mr. McKinley hollers and cries, his hand trembling to his mouth.
“My boy. Fucking hell.” His voice is high pitched in terror.
“Hurry up and take care of him. I want to clean up and get some sleep,” Kenneth mutters, as Bobby elbows Kenneth in the side.
I nod.
Grabbing Mr. McKinley, I kick his knee out from the side, making sure to hear a satisfying crack. He pleads, but I have no remorse. He made me feel like I was nothing.
He used me.
Tormented me.
Exploited my kink and made me feel lessthan human.
The recollection of how he manipulated and abused me, behind a covered mask, crawls to the surface of my being. The mishandling, the pain, and knowingly taking advantage of my ignorance makes bile rise to the back of my throat.
“Will you fellas help me treat him like the pig he is?” I look back at Kenneth and Bobby, as slow, slick, sinister smiles adorn their faces.
It takes a considerable amount of time, but the men assist me in tying Mr. McKinley onto a wooden branch and placing him over the fire, to roast him like the sow he is. Before we place him over the flames, like a rotisserie, I ram a wide branch up his ass, for good measure.
He screams, but it is short lived, as we watch Mr. McKinley pass out from the pain. His skin begins to bubble over the heat of the fire. Then the sound of an explosion erupts near the mansion.
The ground shakes for a few moments, as I clutch Tilly close to me.
“What the fuck was that?” Kenneth shouts.
Bobby begins cackling as he is changing his clothes, one leg caught in his pants. He jumps up and down, trying not to topple over. His head pops out from thetent as he exclaims, “Sorry, forgot to tell you I set a bomb to go off, thinking we would be long-gone from here, by now.”
