Page 181 of Satan's Spawn
“His tongue.”
A flicker of relief spreads past his features, until I add, “And then his cock.”
The hand holding the knife against Felix’s neck is shaking. “He forced you to suck his dick?”
I nod, recoiling from the reminder. “He said it was my punishment for what I’ve done to him. Something like that.”
The fire in Crayton’s eyes turns into an inferno with that revelation. As if it was said to him personally.
Felix starts apologizing in profuse amounts, telling me how he was wrong and how he’ll fix everything. Pretty much what any guilty party spews before they come face to face with the consequences of their actions.
“Rebecca…” Crayton’s voice cracks, and I can tell he’s trying so hard to keep his anger contained. “You’re in control. Not him. Not anymore.”
I don't realize I need to hear these words until Crayton repeats them a second time. “Not anymore, Little Ghost.”
I’m crying again, wiping the tears away with the back of my hand.
“You have all the power here. Tell me how you want me to punish him.” Crayton’s tone is so soft against his stoic features. As if trying to soothe me. Show his version of compassion. “Take the power I’m giving you and run with it.”
“Crayton…” I try to speak, yeah, no dice.
“BUT. If you do not tell me how you want me to punish him within the next minute, I will slice his throat and have him bleed out right here. Paint these walls with his fucking blood.”
I gasp for breath between sobs, feeling like the weight of the world is on my shoulders. It’s dark versus light. Good versus bad.
Our conversation at the waterway feels so much heavier now that I’m in the position to choose what to do with the bad inside me.
Because the bad wants Felix to pay…for him to hurt like he hurt me. To answer for his crimes.
But, the decision I make will not only alter the course of my life, but the lives of Crayton and Felix too.
Crayton will be a murderer.
And me an accessory.
There’s no going back from that.
How do I move forward living with something so fucked up?
My thoughts are still foggy from whatever Felix slipped in my drink, and I find myself running in circles with them.
Until Crayton brings me to a screeching halt.
“Ten seconds, Rebecca!” He barks, already drawing blood on Felix’s neck, who’s been reduced to pleading through tears.
“Crayton, please don’t make me do this!”
“Five!” He slices lower on Felix’s neck. “Next stop, the artery.”
Even Felix is begging me to have Crayton do anything but kill him.
My heart is pounding out of my chest, and I’m pulling at my hair as Crayton screams “One.”
“Make him suck your cock!” I blurt out in hysterics.
Crayton raises an eyebrow, but doesn’t look deterred by the idea like most men would.
If anything, he’s intrigued.
