Page 54 of Beg for Death
I twisted around, a ball forming in the middle of my stomach. "Sorry, Daddy, I couldn't listen to his bullshit."
There wasa smile on Ezra's face that filled me with warmth. His free hand was outstretched toward me and I took it, going back to his side.
"If you want, you can go sit in the car till I'm done," Ezra offered.
Shaking my head, I kissed his cheek. There was a deep red hue coloring Ezra's face I hadn't seen before. "I want to cheer you on."
"You sure you're not crazy?"
I shrugged, turning away and heading toward the far wall where I wouldn't be in the way. Ezra's heavy hand cupped my ass and squeezed before I got too far away.
"Podrías ser perfecto para mí."You might be perfect for me.
I wanted to ask him what he said. He looked at me softly before he turned back to face my father. There was coldness in his dark brown eyes that sent chills down my spine. My dick instantly perked up.
Maybe he was right and I was crazy, but didn't that mean we were perfect for each other?
Jasper groaned on the ground, rolling over, but before he could get his bearings, Ezra was next to him drawing his foot back before letting it fly and slamming it into my father's face. The crunch of cartilage echoed in my ears. It was quickly followed by a gurgled shout.
"This has been a long time coming," Ezra said gleefully. He was so excited, it was like me with video games.
I couldn't help but admire my daddy as he rolled his sleeves up. "This was unplanned. Not your death," he reassured Jasper. "But this was supposed to go differently." He glanced over his shoulder at me for a single second. "Anyways, I'm going to enjoy this, so make sure you hold on for as long as you can."
Ezra whistled under his breath as he grabbed Jasper's right arm and twisted it. The limb was bent at an impossible angle. My father's mouth fell open and a breathy gasp left him as his eyes rolled to the back of his head. He slumped forward, his face smashing against the hard ground.
"Think he came?" I joked.
Ezra snorted and looked at me. "You're making a joke while I torture your father?"
I was certain if we were in opposite positions, my father would have let it happen to me. He'd stop the torture before death so he could spin a story about how he saved his son. It was just who he was.
"I cum when you hurt me. Might be a family trait." I grinned.
Ezra shook his head at me but the smile he bore was all for me. He moved to the other side and did the same to Jasper's other arm. The pain must have woke him up because he let out a shriek that felt like it would shake the entire container.
I glanced at the opening, nervous someone would be there, but I hadn't needed to worry. Ezra shut off his screams by shoving paperwork into his mouth.
"Felix, go to the car and grab my tool bag in the back. Take a look to make sure no one heard."
"Yes, Daddy." I headed toward the car, keeping my eyes peeled for anyone. It was basically deserted. Not so much as a pigeon was cooing around. I grabbed the tool bag and made quick work of getting back to Ezra. I felt safer near him. "Here you go."
"Since you're being a good boy, your punishment later will still be happening but I'll let you cum."
I waited until Ezra turned away from me to do a little dance.
Jasper woke up on the ground and groaned as he turned his head. He flinched away from my daddy. He turned his head, his eyes frantically searching until they landed on me. He had thesame light brown eyes; they almost looked yellow when the light hit them just right.
He didn't have the capabilities to speak for me to know what he wanted from me. But I wasn’t stupid, he wanted me to betray Ezra and run for help. I shook my head. I was nothing like him. He'd fucked up a great thing having Ezra, I wasn't going to do the same.
The sound of ripping fabric hit my ears, and I looked up in time to see Erza tearing my dad's shirt off. I kept silent, wondering exactly what he planned. He straddled Jasper's hips as he pulled out a knife. The glint of the blade was there for one second and gone the next.
Ezra dragged the sharp edge down Jasper's back. Flesh parted and dark crimson liquid bubbled up to the surface. It wasn't a gruesome spray but a steady stream that rolled down his sides to hit the ground.
Muffled wails pierced the air. Jasper bucked but he wasn't dislodging Ezra. He kicked over a few boxes and more papers went flying about the room, but he was trapped.
Ezra made another cut across Jasper's shoulder, horizontally this time. More blood and more muffled screams. The line was straight, curving to the natural dips in the body. It was impressive, then again, it was my daddy who was doing it.
He skillfully pulled the skin back. I could make out the muscles and tissue. Ezra went back in with the knife, cutting deeper, getting under the muscle. Jasper passed out only to wake back up and continue his screams. It became a cycle as Ezra worked on him. Blood splattered on Ezra as he got closer to where he was cutting.
