Page 164 of Undisputed Chaos
"Now," I said, positioning the drill directly over his limp, pathetic dick, "let's talk about this useless thing."
The drill bit hovered inches from his dick, and Noah's eyes went wide with pure, animalistic terror.
His mouth opened and closed soundlessly, no words coming out, just the wet, desperate gasps of a man facing his worst nightmare.
“Did you think this would work on her again?" I asked, letting the drill kiss the fabric of his jeans. "Thought you could force her to want something so disappointing?"
The bit punched through denim and into flesh with a sickening squelch. Blood sprayed my face, warm and metallic, as Noah's body convulsed against the ropes.
I laughed, the sound bright and cheerful in contrast to the horror unfolding.
The drill churned through delicate muscle, turning his manhood into nothing more than mangled flesh and tissue.
"There we go!" I crowed, twisting the bit deeper. "Can't disappoint anyone ever again!"
"Fuck's sake, Adrian," Jax gagged theatrically, covering his eyes with one manicured hand. "Warn a guy before you make scrambled eggs."
Jax’s commentary made me grin.
Noah’s eyes bulged as he watched his own destruction, and the drill bit emerged slick and red.
I held it up to the light like a trophy. "Look at that. Art!"
Noah's sobs were wet and broken now, blood bubbling from his nose as shock set in. "K-kill me..." he whispered, the plea barely audible.
"Kill you?" I dropped the drill with a metallic clang, the sound echoing through the warehouse.
My jade knife slid from its sheath with a whisper of steel on leather.
“See this beauty here?" I held the blade up to the light, letting him see the way it caught the fluorescents. "You want to know a secret, Noah?"
His glazed eyes struggled to focus on the knife.
I leaned in close, my breath hot against his skin. "This blade has been in places you could never imagine. So deep in my angel’s tight pussy and ass. And she came so hard, Noah.”
Fresh horror bloomed across his face as the words registered.
"And now," I continued, pressing the flat of the blade against his throat, "it's going to taste your blood. The blood of the man who thought he could take what's mine."
Noah wheezed, a wet rattling sound. "M-mercy..."
I turned back to him slowly, my grin splitting my face like a wound. "Mercy?"
The knife flashed, burying itself in his throat to the hilt. His body jerked once, a final wet gasp escaping as I twisted the blade.
“No fucking mercy.”
He slumped forward, his life pooling around my boots in dark, spreading puddles.
The warehouse buzzed with silence, broken only by the steady drip of blood hitting concrete and Jax's muttered sigh of relief.
Wiping the knife clean on Noah's ruined shirt, I turned to Connor. “Done.”
He was already moving, untying the corpse and dragging it toward the industrial acid vat in the corner.
Jax tossed me a wet wipe. "You good, psycho?"
I stared at the smear of Noah's blood on my leather gloves, then at the security feed showing Isla sleeping peacefully on my couch, safe and protected and mine.
