Page 79 of The Breeding Cave
“Yeosin, you need to rest,” Luciano growled.
“No.” I walked over to Luciano and Brent, peering out into the forest. “Bring him to me. I want him to feel the pain, the fear that I did. I want to kill him myself.”
CHAPTER
FORTY
YEOSIN
We stood in front of Alpha Alf—Luciano in front of me, shielding him from looking at me. I gritted my teeth and glared up at his huge, muscular back. Why couldn’t he let me do anything that I asked for?!
“Move,” I growled at Luciano, shoving him out of the way with force.
To my surprise, Luciano actually stumbled back a bit, as if I’d pushed him off-balance. I ignored it and stepped in front of Alpha Alf to get my revenge. Granted, he was a bit fucked up already, but I didn’t care.
“Yeosin,” Luciano snarled from behind me. “Let me do it myself.”
My heel came down on Alf’s jaw, and the cracking sound echoed through the cave. Blood trickled out from the corner of his mouth. I kicked him again in the same spot, and again, and again, and then again to release all my anger.
When his face wasn’t even recognizable anymore, the fury still bubbled inside me.
“Yeosin—”
“I’m not finished,” I growled, walking past Luciano and out of the cave. After finding a hefty rock in the forest, one with enough jagged edges that it could stab Alf, I walked over to his body. “I already told you that I’m going to kill you.”
On one side, the rock was sharp, and the other was blunt. I smashed the rock’s blunt side into Alf’s groin. Once, then twice, then a third time. Every time it hit his cock, he grunted and groaned and began sputtering incoherent words.
“I hate you,” I said, hurling the rock at him. “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you.”
Adrenaline rushed through me.
“I hate you!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, my voice echoing through the forest.
I kicked him as hard as I could in his chest, imagining that it was Alvin who was receiving all my torture. That bastard deserved it for what he had put me through, then and now. He deserved something worse than death, something more … sinister, more gruesome.
His dick cut up into a hundred million little pieces, birds pecking at his open wounds, watching his body decay day after day after day and being able to do nothing about it. I wanted to bathe in his tears and blood.
This was what he deserved.
I wanted to torture Alvin more than I thought possible. I wanted him to suffer, to beg to die.
Once I dropped the rock onto Alf’s balls, I turned away from him and looked up at Luciano, who had an unreadable expression on his face. Behind him, Brent’s mouth was dropped wide open, and he was looking between me and Alf.
“Have your way with him,” I said to Luciano. “I’m finished.”
When I stepped away, Luciano wrapped his hand around Alf’s bloody neck and hurled him into the closest tree. I watched on through the pain. Alf’s deformed body snapped at the spine so loudly that I didn’t think he could stand if he tried.
A wail left his mouth, and pleasure ran through my body.
God, it felt so good to be the one in control. To be the punisher. The torturer.
Luciano picked him up again and squeezed his throat so tightly that it popped. Alf’s head lolled forward, and blood gushed out from between his lips. The blood pooled underneath him, and I swore I could see flames flickering off it.
“Eat shit, you fucker,” my man growled.
With brute strength, Luciano grabbed his lower jaw in one hand and his upper jaw in his other, fingers in Alf’s mouth, and quite literally tore his head into two pieces. The last thing I heard leave his mouth was a piercing wail, and then his body fell limp.
Luciano dropped Alf’s head, and it rolled to my feet. I kicked it away, bloodying my toe, and watched it hit the nearest tree. I had never once thought this would end up happening, but I also hadn’t thought that I’d see Joseph’s head as a present, that the Dragon Clan would be after me, that monsters were real.
