Page 133 of Beautifully Shattered
The notepad pops up in front of the screen again.
‘Do you wanna watch? All g if you’d rather not.’
I don’t know why she’s there. I didn’t ask her to go, and from the look on Ringo’s face, neither did he.
Darnel was one of my rapists. Like Tim, he wasn’t as brutal as the others. Almost hesitant, like he was scared of what would happen if he refused.
But he and Tim still could have helped me. Stopped Daniel, Donny, Craig and Michael. But they didn’t. They joined in. And they must have liked it to some extent since they got hard enough to rape me.
While I want him dead, the need to do it myself isn’t as dire as it is with Daniel and Donny.
“I want to watch,” I rush out.
“Abs, you don’t wanna see that,” Ringo objects next to me, but I just shake my head.
“Yes, I really do. Ineedto see it. I need to know he suffered. That he’s gone.”
Dee pokes her tongue out at the camera, an obvious fuck you to Ringo, and he sighs, throwing his hands in the air.
“Whatever.”
“Don’t be like that. I promise I’ll suck your dick again afterwards.”
A strangled sound bursts from Dee as she covers her ears and stomps her foot, glaring at me before scribbling on the notepad and holding it up.
‘If you keep talking like that, I’ll hang up and do it without you watching.’
“Meany!” I pout, but her glare dares me to give her a reason to end the call. “Fine. I’ll behave. Please proceed.” I wave a dismissive hand, and she nods before scribbling one last thing.
‘The only information he knows about Daniel and Donny is that they’re with Donny’s uncle somewhere. And that Daniel’s dad is dead and his mum is missing.’
“Okay. Thanks for that,” I announce, and she tosses the notepad aside.
Grabbing the phone, Dee carries it over to Darnel, giving me a closeup of his face and battered naked body. The bruising and cuts are far worse than I’d thought, and it’s clear that she’s been torturing him.
Propping the phone up on a stand or something, she makes sure I can see everything, and then approaches him.
Sobs spill from his lips as she unsheathes a huge knife, twirling it through her fingers like she’s been doing circus tricks with sharp blades since she was three.
Hell, maybe she has. I wouldn’t know.
Turning back to the camera, she smiles in a way that’s more disturbing than anything, and then she picks up his flaccid, shrunken dick between two gloved fingers, waggling her brows at me.
“Fucking hell. I don’t think I can watch this part,” Ringo mutters beside me, but he doesn’t move, like we are sitting here streaming a horror movie.
For a second, I think maybe she's just messing with us, but then she moves so fast the blade is a blur, and his screamscrackle through the phone speaker as blood starts gushing from the short, pathetic stump where his dick used to be.
She holds the severed piece up, dangling it close to the screen, and once she’s sure I’ve seen it, she climbs onto a chair and shoves the severed appendage into his screaming mouth.
“Fucking hell,” Ringo hisses, turning away, but I keep watching, needing to see Darnel suffer.
He jerks against the chains, a choked gag tearing from him, and when Dee can’t cram it in any deeper, she slams the hilt of her knife against his stuffed mouth, over and over, so savagely that I finally have to look away.
The sounds spilling from him make me gag, and Ringo snatches the phone, yelling at my friend, who I swear I will never underestimate again.
“Get the fuck on with it, Hush!”
She stops mid-swing, glaring at the screen like he’s just ruined her fun, and for a moment, I wonder if Jared truly knows who he’s sleeping with.
